The Slap in the Face Came So Fast

"Hmph. Apologize? The words 'apologize' don't exist in Shrek Academy's dictionary."

Seeing the white-clad youth stand up, Zhao Wuji stirred his Soul Power, and the gravity increased once more.

With a thud, the white-clad youth could no longer endure it and collapsed onto the ground.

At that moment, the middle-aged man watching from the side sneered. "Shrek Academy, what arrogance. When the younger ones can't win, the older ones step in. Why does your Shrek seem less like an academy and more like a den of bandits?"

"You dare insult Shrek Academy? Who the hell are you to insult Shrek Academy?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the middle-aged man. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven Spirit Rings lit up one after another.

The middle-aged man said half-mockingly, "Oh, so you're a Soul Sage expert. No wonder you speak with such confidence. Even when teaching students, you use that nonsense about how students who don't dare cause trouble aren't good students. So that's where your confidence comes from."

"What, do you have an issue with how my academy teaches? Or do you want to spar with me?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the middle-aged man with utter disdain.

He had never been a good person. The fact that Spirit Hall had hunted him down in his younger days made that clear enough.

He had always enjoyed fighting. Bullying the weak and showing off were things he liked even more.

And this middle-aged man looked about the same age as him. Could his strength possibly surpass Zhao Wuji's?

"A spar? Perfect. I've been wanting to stretch my bones." As the middle-aged man spoke, he began revealing his Spirit Rings.

Yellow

Yellow

Purple

Purple

Black

Zhao Wuji gave a disdainful snort when he saw the other man begin to reveal his Spirit Rings.

Black

When he saw six Spirit Rings appear, he still did not care much. He had abused Soul Emperors plenty of times before.

Black

Another Spirit Ring lit up.

When the middle-aged man revealed seven Spirit Rings, a bead of cold sweat slid down Zhao Wuji's face. He swallowed involuntarily, guessing that the man was probably just a Soul Sage as well. Since Zhao Wuji himself was also a Soul Sage, their strengths should not differ by much, so he still did not pay it much mind.

Black~

Another Spirit Ring lit up. Cold sweat began pouring down Zhao Wuji's face as he stared at the middle-aged man, his heart tightening.

A Spirit Douluo.

He was actually a Spirit Douluo.

Dai Mubai, Hongjun, Oscar, and the others stared at the eight Spirit Rings on the middle-aged man's body, already dumbfounded.

This time, they had kicked an iron plate.

Perhaps they would even—

Tang San was equally stunned. A Spirit Douluo expert was simply not someone they could handle.

"This should be enough, right? Who told them to insist on provoking others?"

Ning Rongrong looked at the eight Spirit Rings on the Spirit Douluo expert with an irritated expression. After taking another look, she found the middle-aged man somewhat familiar.

"They deserved it. They insisted on causing trouble, and weren't they the ones who said that Soul Masters who don't dare cause trouble aren't good Soul Masters?"

Zhu Zhuqing could not help mocking them as well.

This sort of teaching method clearly had problems.

The moment Xiao Wu saw the Spirit Douluo, she had already shrunk beside Zhu Zhuqing, using Zhu Zhuqing's mountain-ridge curves, different from every angle, to block her view.

"How about it? Do you still want to have a little spar?" the middle-aged man asked Zhao Wuji calmly.

"No, no. How could this junior dare spar with you, Senior?"

The instant Zhao Wuji saw that the other party was a Spirit Douluo, his expression changed completely. He put on a humble, ingratiating appearance.

A level seventy-six Soul Sage fighting a Spirit Douluo—wasn't that just courting death? Besides, his students were here. If they truly fought, perhaps he could escape, but Dai Mubai and the others would die here.

Seeing this, he immediately lifted the gravity suppression on the white-clad youth and said with a broad smile, "This was all a misunderstanding. Mubai, hurry up and apologize to him." As he spoke, he gave Dai Mubai a look.

Seeing Zhao Wuji's vicious glare, Dai Mubai had no choice but to apologize even if he did not want to. "Oh, Senior, I'm sorry. This junior acted rashly just now. It was this junior's fault."

The middle-aged man looked at Dai Mubai and said flatly, "Help my student up."

"Yes, yes." Thinking of the Spirit Douluo expert, Dai Mubai hurriedly nodded. He walked over to the white-clad youth and helped him to his feet.

"You're all trash who bully the weak and fear the strong."

The white-clad youth coldly threw those words at Dai Mubai and the others before turning around and returning to the middle-aged man's side.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others were furious but dared not say anything. Who told them that the other party's teacher was a Spirit Douluo expert, while their teacher, Zhao Wuji, was merely a Soul Sage? If they could not win and still refused to back down, were they supposed to seek death?

Zhao Wuji forced out an ugly, ingratiating smile and looked at the middle-aged man. "Senior, about what happened just now..."

"I'm not like you people. I do not bully the weak, nor do I prey on the small and helpless. Since you have already apologized, I naturally will not pursue the matter."

The middle-aged man's words were undoubtedly mocking Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others. But they could only endure it. Who told them their strength was inferior? If they had been stronger than him, things would not have turned out this way.

With forced smiles on their faces, Zhao Wuji did not even finish eating before calling Dai Mubai and the others upstairs. The moment they arrived, he said coldly, "It's fine to provoke Soul Masters, but you dared provoke someone without even knowing their strength. That was seeking death. Fortunately, he was reasonable. If he hadn't been, you would all be finished by now."

"Yes, Teacher Zhao. I was wrong."

"You weren't wrong. The only mistake was that we were weaker than them."

Zhao Wuji did not believe Dai Mubai and the others were wrong. He also agreed with Flender's saying that Soul Masters who did not dare cause trouble were not good Soul Masters. Their only mistake was being weaker than the other side.

"Now you understand the importance of strength, right? Without strength, even when others bully you, all you can do is swallow your anger."

Dai Mubai nodded in agreement. "That's right. Teacher Zhao is right. We were bullied because we didn't have enough strength."

It seemed the men of Shrek still refused to acknowledge their own mistakes.

If Wang Feng had been here, he would definitely have mocked them. This teaching model was truly inferior even to a noble academy like Heaven Dou Royal Academy. After all, aside from being arrogant and looking down on the poor, the students Heaven Dou Royal Academy trained would not openly teach others to bully the weak.

After the interruption passed, Dai Mubai and the others understood the importance of strength and immediately returned to their rooms to cultivate.

Before leaving, Zhu Zhuqing expressionlessly glanced at Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, and the others. She found that this teaching method truly had problems.

Elsewhere.

"Fine, you know how to talk." Dugu Yan smiled, somewhat satisfied with Wang Feng's answer.

After coming back to her senses, Dugu Yan suddenly noticed something important.

As she thought about it, Dugu Yan examined Wang Feng.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Wang Feng, you really aren't affected by my snake venom at all!" Dugu Yan said in surprise as she looked at a certain part of Wang Feng.

"Of course! What does that prove? That I'm destined to be your man." As Wang Feng spoke, he wrapped an arm around the water-snake waist that he could not get enough of.

"Hmph, you're really shameless."

"What's the use of having shame? You can't eat it."

As he joked, Wang Feng held Dugu Yan's alluring body, and wicked thoughts rose in his mind again.

Seeing Wang Feng's lecherous smile, how could Dugu Yan not know what treatment he meant? She gave him a bashful, coquettish glare. She neither agreed nor refused.

Wang Feng understood immediately.

Wang Feng and Dugu Yan were having fun, but Ye Lingling in the next room suffered.

"Hmph! Those two have no shame at all."

The hole Wang Feng had made connected her room with Dugu Yan's room.

"No, I need to plug my ears. I can't keep listening to Sister Yan's voice."

As she spoke, she stuffed cotton into her ears and began cultivating the unique secret technique Wang Feng had taught her.

The next day, dawn broke. The eastern sky gradually turned pale, and a gauzy rose-colored hue slowly spread across the clear blue heavens. The air grew even cooler. Birds chirped and twittered noisily in a chorus, their trembling, joyful songs echoing among the branches and leaves. Sunlight shone across the earth. It was another brand-new day, and the scenery here was clearly exceptionally beautiful.

At that moment, Wang Feng awoke from his dream. The two of them were still tightly embracing each other. Remembering what had happened the night before, he could not help smiling.

With a soft murmur, Dugu Yan woke up. Seeing Wang Feng staring straight at her, she cast him a shy glance.

Having just awoken, her entire body carried an intoxicating aura.

Seeing Wang Feng gazing at her so blankly, Dugu Yan let out a soft laugh. Like a hundred flowers blooming, she was endlessly charming. She gave Wang Feng a seductive glance and moved with lazy grace.

Dugu Yan walked to the window and pushed it open. A rush of fresh air poured in. Wang Feng took a deep breath and got out of bed.