It Was Urine-I Thought It Was Sweat

Turns Out It Was Piss, I Thought It Was Sweat

Ning Rongrong tilted her body slightly, quietly sidestepping his touch and leaving him completely unable to make contact.

She wrinkled the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly, her brows suddenly locking together as a strange and impatient look surfaced on her face.

"What is that smell on you guys?"

As soon as the words dropped, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai's expressions instantly turned incomparably awkward. Dai Mubai in particular hurriedly raised a hand to pull up his collar, attempting to conceal the clearly visible hickeys on his neck while panicking immensely.

Zhu Zhuqing, standing at Ning Rongrong's side, took in this entire scene, her face instantly plunging into complete gloom.

She reined in every last emotion in the depths of her gaze, standing silently without sparing Dai Mubai another glance, leaving only a cold, frigid stillness at the bottom of her heart.

"No, Rongrong, listen to me explain." Seeing Ning Rongrong dodge away, Oscar panicked slightly; he had only gone in with Big Brother Dai and the others, and then accidentally brushed against a little bit of the scent, that was all.

"Hmph..."

Ning Rongrong couldn't be bothered to entertain him at all, letting out only a cold huff as she walked straight to the very back of the Shrek group.

That appearance looked as though she wanted to sever ties with this group of people from Shrek. The Shrek crowd didn't think much of it, merely assuming that Ning Rongrong was angry and had moved just a little bit further away.

Zhu Zhuqing quietly watched the cool-looking Ning Rongrong, then turned her head to glance aside at Dai Mubai, who lowered his head with a guilty conscience and kept his mouth shut.

The disappointment and bitterness accumulated in her heart surged endlessly. She bit down hard on her lower lip, her chest rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing. After several bouts of struggle, she ultimately let out a soft sigh.

All her expectations and forbearance fell completely empty, and she no longer pushed forward either, silently shifting to the tail end of the group to stand by Ning Rongrong's side.

Dai Mubai let out a breath. Given his personality, he naturally was unwilling to bow his head and admit his mistake in front of so many people; he just needed to explain later.

He had simply run into those former twin sisters and casually rescued a pair of fallen maidens, that was all. He believed Zhu Qing would surely understand him.

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly tightened. Chen Ling held the Qingming Sword, standing in place with an expression as calm as untroubled water, his emotions hidden behind an unreadable facade as he spoke in an unhurried, casual tone: "I wonder what brings the various honored guests of Shrek here in such grand numbers, and what business you have?"

This was the true essence of acting cool: it had to be completely natural and utterly normal.

Chen Ling's light and breezy demeanor completely infuriated Xiao Wu.

She immediately raised her eyebrows in anger, pointing at Chen Ling as she prepared to issue a stern reprimand. Yet when the words reached her lips, her peripheral vision swept over everyone present, and she ultimately forcefully suppressed her blazing anger, swallowing back the harsh words.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, a condescending arrogance carried on his face while his tone was full of a matter-of-fact sense of charity.

"Chen Ling, as long as you kneel and apologize to Tang San, and hand over your self-created soul skill, we can let bygones be bygones regarding the fact that you injured Tang San earlier. Not only that, but we are also willing to make an exception and admit you into Shrek Academy. Surely you know the formidable reputation of our academy."

"Heh, truly, the forest is big enough for all kinds of birds." Hearing this, Chen Ling let out a derisive chuckle, his gaze falling upon Tang San with mockery filling the depths of his eyes. "Spurring one another on and exchanging pointers in the soul duel arena—fists and feet have no eyes, and getting injured is naturally the norm. Gathering a mob for revenge afterward and coercing others is something I'm seeing for the very first time."

He raised a brow slightly, his tone carrying teasing sarcasm. "Following your logic, whenever I spar in the future, must I carefully measure and pull my punches for fear of bruising delicate, sensitive souls like you lot?"

Yu Xiaogang choked instantly. Their behavior truly was rather shameless; after all, getting injured in a soul duel was a common occurrence, and those who stepped onto the arena should have long since possessed the mental preparation for injury and defeat. For them to come knocking on the door now to demand accountability indeed put them in the wrong, inevitably earning them the title of brazen and shameless.

Yet who was Gangzi? As the saying goes, a tree without bark is bound to die, but a person without shame is invincible across the world.

How could someone like Gangzi, who dared to shamelessly hold onto the airs of a Grandmaster at the ripe old age of fifty while remaining a mere Soul Grandmaster, possibly care about a few remarks from Chen Ling?

"Big Brother Flender, just take him down first. Until you beat him up properly, he won't be able to see the current situation clearly." Gangzi clasped his hands behind his back with an exceptionally arrogant tone, perfectly embodying the act of a lackey borrowing his master's might.

Flender nodded, then stepped forward.

"Your name is Chen Ling, right? As long as you apologize and join Shrek Academy, we won't pursue the matters of before."

Shrek ultimately belonged to him, Flender, and not Yu Xiaogang. To him, making the academy famous throughout the world was what mattered most.

One could slowly cultivate feelings for someone else's self-created soul skill and slowly plot for it over time; Xiaogang had simply been blinded by rage—could asking for it outright ever work?

Besides, a moment later he would only need to make the other party see the gap in strength between them; there was no need to deal a truly heavy blow.

Seeing this scene, Tang San also revealed an arrogant expression.

So you're good at fighting? What the hell is the use of being good at fighting if you come out into society without influence and backing?

Ning Rongrong took in the entire scene. Right now, some doubts arose in her mind: how on earth had she managed to mix in with this bunch of people before?

This group of people from Shrek suddenly made her feel a profound sense of disgust.

This counted as the Shrek Loyalty Gu not yet having formed before her brain was forcefully controlled by the Sect Gu and Love Gu, causing her thoughts to return to the high ground.

"And what if I refuse?"

Chen Ling chuckled softly, the Qingming Sword in his hand lifting slightly as the tip pointed far off toward the group opposite him, his posture composed and entirely devoid of fear.

"Then don't blame me for bullying the young with my seniority."

Flender let out a cold huff, and immediately, an imposing aura surged violently from his body. Seven soul rings with standard configurations of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black slowly rippled beneath his feet as a Soul Sage's pressure swept across the entire arena.

At the same time, the martial soul traits of an owl surfaced across the surface of his skin, a fierce pressure washing over them.

On the other side, seeing this, Zhao Wuji did not release his martial soul. Instead, he stood quietly off to the side, playing the role of someone guarding the flank.

This actually made Chen Ling somewhat regretful; the system's triggering conditions were a bit strange, or else he would have gone straight up with maximum taunts—wouldn't those two opposite him have gone berserk on the spot and sliced him into mincemeat?

Even so, the current situation was already sufficient. The corners of his mouth hooked into a meaningful arc.

[Host's unbeatable enemy detected, comprehensive win rate 1%, Anti-Bullying Deluxe Gift Pack has been issued.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Flight Shortcoming Rectified, Agility Combat Shortcoming Rectified, Grade-Seven Flight Soul Tool: Skyedge Swordfeather. Integrating offense, defense, and flight into one, capable of growing alongside the soul master.]

[Detected that Flender's true strength exceeds Level 78, host's Soul Power upgraded to Level 81.]

An entirely brand-new surge of power instantly coursed through Chen Ling's entire body. He clearly perceived that an extra layer of special power had been added atop his martial soul, one that could be activated at any moment—precisely the ability bestowed by the newly unlocked growth-type soul tool.

Seeing that Chen Ling still stood unmoving, Flender spoke once more, his tone carrying a self-righteous, coaxing persuasion: "Kid, I admit your talent is peerless, and Shrek indeed needs talent just like you. But this world ultimately respects strength; as long as you are willing to join Shrek, I can let all previous offenses slide."

"You certainly make it sound reasonable." Chen Ling raised a brow slightly, his tone sounding as though he were deep in thought. "Does that mean as long as one possesses sufficient strength, they can act recklessly and do whatever they please?"

"That goes without saying." Flender assumed Chen Ling was preparing to concede. In any case, once he entered Shrek, he wouldn't worry about Chen Ling wanting revenge after growing stronger.

The thing his Shrek excelled at most was brainwashing students.

Yet the moment his voice trailed off, the man choked instantly, and the others seemed to freeze in place just like that.

On Ning Rongrong's face, however, surprise mingled with shock. She wrinkled her nose, and then looked toward Ma Hongjun with utter disgust.

"Fatty, why have you gone and pissed yourself?"

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun glanced down at his pants. Turns out it was piss, he thought it was sweat.