Whatever He Said Came True

After saying that, he strode out of the restaurant with his short legs.

Doro jumped off the chair, grabbed half a sweet and sour fish, and followed Ma Hongjun out. Before leaving, he glanced back at Ma Hongjun, his expression conveying the message, "You're finished."

Ma Hongjun felt inexplicably uneasy under the gaze of the white ball of fur, but since things had already gone this far, how could he possibly stay at Shrek Academy if he were scared off by a six-year-old?

He stood up, straightened his collar, put on a nonchalant expression, and swaggered out.

There was an open space in front of the restaurant, and the town's Soul Master, seeing that there was something to watch, gathered around in twos and threes.

The Shrek group followed them out. Zhao Wuji stood at the door with his arms crossed, his expression a mix of helplessness and curiosity.

Jiang Lan stood in the center of the open space, looking completely out of place among the burly Soul Master around him.

Doro was standing on the ground next to him, still intently gnawing on the sweet and sour fish.

Ma Hongjun stopped five steps away from him, looking down at the little guy who wasn't even as tall as his thigh. "Little fatty, I'll give you one more chance. It's not too late to admit defeat. I, Ma Hongjun, may not be a good person, but I wouldn't bully a kid who's still wearing open-crotch pants—"

He didn't finish speaking.

Jiang Lan moved.

A small crater appeared in the sand beneath his feet, and he transformed into a black and white shadow, instantly appearing in front of Ma Hongjun.

The hood of his Penguin Suit was pressed tightly against the back of his head by the wind, revealing his chubby little face.

He clenched his right fist, his knuckles turning slightly white.

In Ma Hongjun's pupils, the fist was rapidly enlarging.

He tried to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with his mind. He tried to unleash his Martial Soul, but before he could mobilize his Soul Power, the fist had already arrived.

The punch landed squarely on his cheek.

Ma Hongjun felt as if his face had been struck squarely by a charging Ironclad Rhino.

The head suddenly jerked to the side, saliva spurting from the crooked corner of the mouth, drawing a transparent arc in mid-air.

His body flew uncontrollably off the ground, twirling and flipping two and a half times in the air before plunging headfirst into the pile of firewood at the restaurant entrance. After a series of loud crashes, only his legs remained sticking out of the firewood, while one shoe flew far away and landed at the feet of the onlookers.

The open space was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Dai Mubai and Oscar stared in disbelief at the scene.

The reactions of the others were similar to those of Dai Mubai and the others.

"Next time you speak ill of someone, check who they are first." Jiang Lan paused, then added, "Also, I'm not fat, I'm Penguin Suit."

After saying that, he went back with Doro to continue their feast.

Zhao Wuji snapped out of his daze and cursed, "Ma Hongjun, you're a piece of trash! You can't even handle a child!"

Then, Zhao Wuji looked at Dai Mubai and Oscar: "You two, carry him back to his room."

He was genuinely embarrassed to seek revenge for something like this.

He's done plenty of bullying the weak, but he really couldn't bring himself to bully a six-year-old kid.

Oscar and Dai Mubai snapped out of their daze and rushed towards Ma Hongjun.

The two secretly thought that they could use this incident to make fun of Ma Hongjun later.

them?

They weren't knocked unconscious by the little brat's punch, so Ma Hongjun had to take the beating alone.

The next day, in the morning.

Jiang Lan and Dugu Bo entered the Star Dou Great Forest together to search for suitable Soul Beast.

The air was filled with the damp smell of earth and the fresh scent of grass and trees. Occasionally, the low growls of Soul Beast could be heard from afar, but they were all far away and dared not approach this area.

To be precise, they dared not approach Dugu Bo.

Although Dugu Bo had restrained the oppressive aura of Titled Douluo, the chilling aura emanating from him, born from years of dealing with poisonous creatures, was more effective than any deterrent against Soul Beast.

Not a single Hundred-Year Soul Beast dared to show its face along the way, but a few foolish ten-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit did dart out of the bushes, only to be pelted back by Doro with Ju Zi.

"Master, what kind of Soul Beast should I find for my Second Soul Ring?" Jiang Lan asked as she walked, her little webbed feet in her Penguin Suit making a rustling sound as she stepped on the fallen leaves.

Doro perched on his shoulder, its tiny hands clutching the brim of his hat, its head turning back and forth as it looked around, its big purple eyes filled with curiosity.

Dugu Bo pondered for a moment.

He had been thinking about this problem for a long time last night. Choosing Soul Ring for a six-year-old monster who could knock away Titled Douluo with 30% of his power was simply not going to work with the standard approach.

An ordinary Soul Master is considered quite good if they can hunt a Soul Beast with six or seven hundred years of cultivation when they reach level 20, but Jiang Lan's physical strength is undeniable; even a thousand-year-old Soul Beast might not be able to withstand a single punch from him.

Dugu Bo stroked his beard, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding dense forest. "You should add a control or pursuit-type skill to your second Soul Skill. You're strong, but if your opponent is fast, it's useless if you can't catch up."

"Then I should find a flying Soul Beast?" Jiang Lan asked, tilting her head.

"Or a speed-type." Dugu Bo nodded.

Jiang Lan thought for a moment and said, "How about the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound suddenly came from the tree canopy above, as if something was moving quickly through the branches and leaves.

Dugu Bo glanced at it, then silently stepped aside.

A pale red shadow darted out from the treetops, gliding swiftly along the ground, its target the direction behind Jiang Lan.

It was a snake over two meters long, with a pale red body, a large, bright red crest on its head, a tail that spread out like a pale red folding fan, and pale red wings. Its flight was not elegant, but it was extremely fast.

It was indeed Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent. Judging from its size and the color of its crest, its cultivation level was approximately 1,300 years.

It seemed to be being chased by something, rushing out of the treetop in a panic, completely unaware that a child dressed Penguin Suit was standing in front of it.

Jiang Lan reacted faster than she thought.

Without even looking, he casually stretched out his right hand into the air, and his five fleshy fingers precisely gripped the vital spot of the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.

The Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent didn't even have time to struggle before it was pulled down from the air by that irresistible force.

It wasn't that it didn't want to move, but the little hand pinching its seven-inch mark was just too strong; it couldn't even twist it.

"Master! Look! Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent!" Jiang Lan held up the serpent, which was still throbbing weakly, in front of Dugu Bo.

The hood of his Penguin Suit slipped down to the back of his head as he moved, revealing his face, which was filled with excitement.

The Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's tail thrashed helplessly in the air, and the fleshy crest on its head had begun to turn purple due to lack of oxygen.

Dugu Bo looked at the snake, his eye twitching slightly.

No, you're saying everything comes true?