In the corridors of Shrek Academy, everyone dispersed and returned to their rooms to pack after the crowd had broken up.
Ning Rongrong returned to her room, but after closing the door, she did not immediately begin sorting her things.
She leaned against the door, arms folded, her gaze fixed on the gray sky outside the window, her mind filled with scenes from the previous night.
The young man had stood in the middle of the clearing with his hands in his pockets, moving calmly through the Shrek Seven Monsters' combined assault. Every dodge had been precise to the smallest margin.
The Seven Monsters had gone all out yet failed to even touch the corner of his clothes. Without any effort, the young man had knocked down Dai Mubai, Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others.
From beginning to end, he had never revealed a Spirit Ring or used a soul skill.
Ning Rongrong came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had seen countless gifted geniuses since childhood.
She had seen plenty of the sect's core disciples hailed as prodigies, as well as young Soul Masters renowned across the continent.
But no matter how strong those people were, they had all remained within the scope of genius she could understand.
The young man from last night had completely exceeded that scope.
Simply standing there, he gave her a sense of pressure no weaker than that of a Titled Douluo.
Ning Rongrong lowered her eyes and recalled something else.
Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
She had not questioned this Grandmaster much before. After all, both Flender and Zhao Wuji held him in high regard, and Tang San's respect for him came from the heart.
But Huang Yun's words last night had made her begin reevaluating the Grandmaster's theoretical ability.