Tang Hao's Fury

Dai Mubai folded his arms and explained, "Oscar's Martial Soul is a meat sausage. You can call it a sausage; it's the same thing anyway."

He shrugged. "The soul incantations for activating his soul skills are indeed disgusting, but the food he produces has effects that are absolutely rare among all food-type Soul Masters.

His first soul skill produces a Big Sausage. You just heard the soul incantation. It can fully restore injuries, replenish stamina and Soul Power, and relieve fatigue and hunger.

His second soul skill produces a Small Sausage. You've heard that incantation too. It can dispel all abnormal conditions and detoxify poison."

"Though he has no offensive abilities, he truly is a rare genius."

"Mubai, you're responsible for getting these five new students settled in."

After leaving those words behind, Zhao Wuji turned and left.

Only after Zhao Wuji had disappeared from sight did Oscar finally ask, "Boss Dai, what exactly happened?"

How had Teacher Zhao gotten so badly hurt?

Dai Mubai glanced at him and explained what had happened.

As he listened, Oscar sucked in a breath when he heard that Lu Shi had two Purple Soul Rings. He laughed again when he heard Tang San had been knocked unconscious. When he heard Lu Shi had three Purple Soul Rings, his jaw nearly dropped. Finally, after Dai Mubai described the injury on Zhao Wuji's chest, the way Oscar looked at Lu Shi completely changed.

Too terrifying!

He was simply inhuman!

Next came the dorm assignments.

Shrek Academy housed two students to a dorm. As the fifth male student, Lu Shi was assigned a room to himself.

Oscar had originally wanted to room with Lu Shi, but Lu Shi refused. Under the threat of Dai Mubai's fist, Oscar ultimately still refused to share a room with Tang San.

Even a clay figurine had some temper. Faced with Tang San, who had wanted to kill him, Oscar could only leave his original dormitory and find another room for himself.

Likewise, Ning Rongrong had a dorm room to herself.

This was when Shrek Academy's wealth became apparent. How could other academies possibly let students freely choose their rooms and live wherever they wanted?

But Shrek Academy could!

It was in a small village to begin with, and there were plenty of houses.

As long as they could accept that those houses had been unoccupied for more than a decade and might be a little dirty, dilapidated, damp, moldy, and infested with bugs...

They could live wherever they wanted. They could even change dorms every day.

How extravagant!

Late at night, the entire Shrek Academy had fallen completely silent.

Other than Lu Shi and the other five, none of the candidates from that day's examination had passed.

Yet this year truly was the year Shrek Academy had admitted the most students since its founding.

Logically speaking, Zhao Wuji, as the vice dean, should have been quite happy. Yet at that moment, Zhao Wuji sat in his own residence, feeling rather depressed.

He had already changed into clean clothes, and the wounds on his body had long since healed. There were no injuries left on him, but his face had been beaten up far too badly.

Zhao Wuji had never imagined that what had begun as an attempt to stretch his limbs would end up like this...

With his dignity utterly gone!

Too embarrassing.

Still, he greatly admired Lu Shi. In terms of talent, Lu Shi was far stronger than Dai Mubai.

He would surely become a peerless powerhouse in the future.

He just could not figure out how a Martial Soul that was a ball could control both fire and lightning at once.

Nor could he ask. After all, to a Soul Master, a Martial Soul was the most private secret and absolutely could not be discussed.

Anyone who asked a person they had just met about the secrets of their Martial Soul would be regarded as provocative, even insulting.

"..."

Forget it. If he could not ask, then he would not ask.

But then...

Zhao Wuji suddenly changed expressions. Clenching his right hand into a fist, he struck his left palm and grinned wickedly. "Jade must be carved to become a fine vessel. Since he's fallen into my hands, I'll definitely have to train him properly."

Heh heh heh...

Just as he was considering how to drill Lu Shi, a sudden voice froze the smile on his face.

"Zhao Wuji, get the hell out here!"

The suppressed fury in that voice was unmistakable, like a volcano on the verge of eruption or a raging tsunami.

Zhao Wuji sprang to his feet and leaped straight out the window without hesitation. As a level seventy-six Soul Saint, his powerful Soul Power allowed him to hear even the sound of a falling leaf within a hundred meters.

Yet now, the voice seemed to come from far away while also sounding as though it had been spoken right beside his ear.

He could not determine its location at all.

That could only mean the newcomer was absolutely no weaker than him!

Could it be an enemy from years ago?

He had roamed the world of Martial Souls for many years. With his love of stirring up trouble, his fearlessness, and his strength, it would not be an exaggeration to say he had made quite a few enemies, even if they were not everywhere.

There was no shortage of people who hated him to the bone.

After all, Zhao Wuji was no kindhearted man.

The instant he burst through the window, he saw a figure standing in the open beneath the full moon, dressed in a tattered black robe with a hood.

The brim of the hood was long and completely concealed the man's face. Only by moonlight could Zhao Wuji vaguely make out the black stubble on the other man's chin.

Zhao Wuji's expression turned extremely ugly. Even standing face-to-face with him, he still could not sense the other man's aura.

That meant the other man's strength surpassed his by far more than a little.

He bent at the waist in salute. "May I ask who this senior is?"

To roam the world of Martial Souls despite having countless enemies required not only strength, but brains as well.

One had to know when to adapt.

Zhao Wuji might usually be fierce and rough, but when he encountered an expert, bending over came very easily to him.

The other man did not answer. In utter silence, he released a hammer-shaped Martial Soul and a Century Soul Ring.

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, unable to understand what this meant.

Then came a second yellow Soul Ring, a third Purple Soul Ring, a fourth Purple Soul Ring...

As the Soul Rings were gradually released, every hair on Zhao Wuji's body stood on end. Finally—

He saw an incomparably crimson—

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The other man was... a Titled Douluo!

Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted sharply. As though drenched in icy water, he shuddered, and his heart leaped into his throat.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!

He bent even lower and hurriedly forced a smile. "May I ask which senior has graced us with your presence? Please don't joke with a lowly one like me. Whatever you need, or whatever you wish me to do, I will certainly do my utmost to satisfy you, Senior..."

Tang Hao said nothing more. He clenched the Clear Sky Hammer and swung it.

Just like Zhao Wuji had held back when he struck Tang San during the day, yet still knocked Tang San unconscious in one blow, Tang Hao held back when striking Zhao Wuji, yet still broke several of Zhao Wuji's bones and left him in agony.

Hammer and fist alternated, raining down upon Zhao Wuji's body.

The physical defense of the Unmoving Bright King was as thin as paper before a Titled Douluo who was not even using soul skills.

Tang Hao could originally have endured it, until he heard Tang San's miserable scream.

He had come within a hair's breadth of smashing Zhao Wuji to death on the spot.

After venting his rage, Zhao Wuji lay sprawled on the ground.

His head had swollen to nearly twice its size, both eye sockets were blackened, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and both arms were broken. From the outside, there was not a single uninjured part on his body. Worse still, Tang Hao's hidden force had been driven into his body punch by punch, churning his internal organs and muscles until the pain became unbearable.

He gasped for breath in great mouthfuls on the ground.

"Th-thank you... cough cough... thank you, Senior... for sparing my life... cough cough cough..."

Flender, who had been hiding in the shadows, stepped out at that moment. He had not deluded himself into thinking he could evade a Titled Douluo's senses, and he bowed in salute. "Thank you, Senior, for sparing his life."

Tang Hao sneered. "I thought you were planning to hide until I left."