One Against Four!

"Oh?!"

Flender's triangular eyes lifted behind his lenses.

A twelve-year-old Soul Grandmaster had withstood the pressure of his Soul Saint aura without taking a single step back?

"You're Ning Ze?"

Flender withdrew his pressure, a cold sneer hanging on his face.

"I heard you sent Zhao Wuji flying with one punch?"

"Hmph, I suppose that punch gave you the nerve to think you could trample the academy's iron rules underfoot!"

"Let me make this clear today—Teacher Zhao went easy on you because you were young! If he truly used his Martial Soul Avatar, crushing you would be no harder than crushing an ant!"

The moment those words came out, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong's expressions turned strange.

His right arm had been dislocated, and he had been blasted over a hundred meters away... that counted as going easy?

Flender did not notice anything amiss. He raised his chin and barked sternly,

"However, I'm not completely unreasonable! Since you call yourselves geniuses, I'll give you a chance!"

He raised a hand and pointed at Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar.

"The four of you can join forces. If you defeat Mubai, Hongjun, and Xiao Ao, then I'll wipe the slate clean over you leaving the academy without permission and neglecting your studies!"

At that,

Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged glances and nearly burst out laughing.

Behind Flender, Dai Mubai and Tang San's faces stiffened at the same time.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun had not personally witnessed Ning Ze pummeling Dai Mubai, so they still held their heads high with provocative looks on their faces.

Dai Mubai felt nothing but bitterness—back then, for the sake of his pride, he had not dared tell Flender that Ning Ze had shattered his White Tiger Vajra Transformation with one punch.

Seeing that it was about to become three against four, cold sweat poured down Dai Mubai's back. He stepped forward.

"Dean! There are four of them. Three against four isn't fair!"

"How about letting Tang San join too? Four against four—that would be truly fair and just!"

"Hm?"

Flender froze and shot Dai Mubai a puzzled glance.

A level-thirty-seven Evil-Eyed White Tiger, plus two outstanding senior students, against four Soul Grandmasters who had just enrolled—and they still needed another person to even things out?

When had Dai Mubai become so cautious?

Before he could speak, Xiao Wu snorted sweetly. "Four against four it is! Who's afraid of who!"

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong also nodded with cold smiles.

In their eyes, with Ning Ze around, even a few more opponents like these would just be delivering themselves up.

Tang San's expression turned grave. Just as he was about to say something, Ning Ze dusted off his sleeve and said casually,

"No need to make things so troublesome."

He swept his gaze across Dai Mubai, Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, then smiled.

"Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, you rest. I alone am enough to deal with the four of them."

The entire place fell silent.

Flender's eyes widened, veins bulging at his temples. "Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!!"

Flender trembled with rage as he pointed at Ning Ze. "You brat! Since you love playing the hero, I'll grant your wish today!"

"Mubai, Tang San, Hongjun, Xiao Ao, all four of you, attack together! I want to see just what gives this brat the right to be so arrogant!"

The moment he heard Ning Ze intended to take on all four of them, Dai Mubai let out a long breath, and a vicious grin returned to his face.

That day during the assessment, Teacher Zhao must have been careless and gone easy on him!

Today was different—he was a level-thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder, with Tang San controlling the field, Oscar supplying support, and Ma Hongjun wielding blazing fire. Four of them were going all out against one Soul Grandmaster. Could Ning Ze really turn the heavens upside down?

Dai Mubai clenched his tiger claws, his gaze at Ning Ze turning dark and venomous again.

Ning Ze, you brought this on yourself. Don't blame the four of us for ganging up on you!

The open space in the rear courtyard reeked of gunpowder.

Flender retreated to the edge of the field.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar stood in a line, their expressions full of viciousness.

Opposite them, Ning Ze stood in white with his hands clasped behind his back. The faint smile on his lips never changed, as if he did not care in the slightest about the coming one-against-four.

"Ning Ze! Beat them flat! Knock out all their teeth!"

Outside the field, Ning Rongrong rolled up her sleeves, waved her tiny pink fists, and shouted at the top of her lungs.

She was so fiercely protective that she practically wished she could rush in herself and give them a few extra kicks.

Zhu Zhuqing was as aloof as ever. Frost filled her eyes when she looked at Dai Mubai, but they softened when they fell on Ning Ze's back. She said softly,

"Ning Ze, be careful... I believe in you."

Her voice was quiet, but every word reached Dai Mubai's ears.

Dai Mubai's eyelids twitched wildly, and he nearly crushed his back teeth.

Xiao Wu's pink eyes darted around the field, looking at the gloomy-faced Tang San, then at the composed Ning Ze.

Scenes from the past two days in Suotuo City surfaced in her mind—Ning Ze buying her this and that, feeding her sweets, rubbing her head... Then she thought of Tang San's miserly ways and how he spent every day forcing people to meditate...

Xiao Wu gritted her teeth, her rabbit ears shooting upright as she shouted toward the field as well,

"Brother Ning Ze! Go for it! I believe you can definitely win!"

"Xiao Wu?!"

Tang San, who was about to face the enemy, felt his vision go dark. His face went from green to black, black as the bottom of a pot.

He turned to look at the little sister he had spent every day with. The stabbing pain and sourness of being betrayed surged in his heart—Xiao Wu was cheering for that pretty boy in front of the entire academy?!

Dai Mubai and Tang San exchanged a glance, their faces ugly, as if green fumes were rising from above their heads.

Ma Hongjun spat on the ground.

"Pah! You fake pretty boy! Four of us against one of you, and you think I'm made of mud? If I don't burn you into charcoal today, then I'm not the Evil Fire Phoenix!"

"That's right!"

Oscar picked his nose. "One person against the four of us? You don't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth! Just wait and see how we brothers beat the shit out of you!"

With that, Oscar swaggered forward, crossed his hands repeatedly before his chest, and recited his lewd soul incantation:

"I, your father, have a—Mushroom Sausage!!"

"Buzz!"

Yellow light flared, and four strangely shaped sausages materialized out of thin air in Oscar's sweaty palms.

They were thick, with round, swollen tips, looking exactly like realistic mushroom heads.

Combined with his leering, sleazy expression, the sight was tremendously jarring.

"Brothers! Eat them while they're hot! They're great for replenishing yourselves!"

As if presenting treasures, Oscar handed three of them to Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Tang San.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun knew full well how absurd the effects of this food-type martial soul were. Disgusting as they were, they shut their eyes, took the sausages, and wolfed them down in two bites so they could slaughter Ning Ze without fail later.

Only Tang San lowered his head to look at the glossy, disturbingly lifelike, indescribably shaped "mushroom-head sausage" in his hand, especially when he saw the tiny black specks stuck to it that looked suspiciously like boogers...

Tang San's stomach churned violently. The corners of his mouth twitched, his hand shook badly, and he could not bring himself to swallow it.

Was this thing... really meant for people to eat?

Why did it look like some unspeakable organ?

"Little San, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and eat!"

Oscar leaned close to Tang San's ear and sleazily patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry. This big treasure of mine is my exclusive specialty—completely natural and pollution-free. Eat it, and I guarantee you'll feel amazing!"

Hearing those filthy words and seeing that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had already swallowed theirs, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's stomachs clenched at the same time. They covered their faces in disgust and turned away.

"Ugh... so vulgar!"

Xiao Wu also shrank back, sticking out her tongue as she muttered, "So disgusting..."

Under everyone's gaze, Tang San took a deep breath. With nearly all the willpower he had cultivated through the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and swallowed the entire Mushroom Sausage.