A Class Full of Monsters! Dai Mubai Stunned as He Leads Them Past the Exams

Lin Xuan took a step back before Li Yusong could recover and beckoned to the two behind him.

"Teacher, please continue the test. My two friends are geniuses too."

"Good, good, good!"

Li Yusong perked up at once and rubbed his hands together.

"Lin Xuan, have your friends come up for the test!"

Xiao Wu had already bounced up to the table. She planted a hand on her hip and lifted her chin high.

"Lin Xuan's amazing, but we're no slouches either!"

Tang San followed behind her with a smile. "That's right."

Xiao Wu slapped her hand onto the Soul Power Detector.

Thirty-three.

Li Yusong was drinking tea and nearly choked.

"Cough, cough... Thirty... thirty-three?"

"Xiao Wu, twelve years old. Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit. Level thirty-three."

After giving her details, Xiao Wu smiled at Lin Xuan. The Clear Mind Talisman had helped her reach level thirty-three.

Li Yusong set down his teacup and recorded her details on the paper with a slightly trembling hand.

Tang San stepped forward and placed his hand on the Soul Power Detector.

The number flickered.

Thirty-one.

Li Yusong didn't choke this time, but his pen pierced the paper.

"Tang San, twelve years old. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level thirty-one," Tang San reported calmly.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

Li Yusong froze.

Several applicants waiting in line behind him froze too.

A middle-aged man who had brought his son to register couldn't help craning his neck.

"Blue Silver Grass? Did I hear that right? Isn't that the Martial Soul everyone calls useless?"

A boy beside him scratched his head.

"You can train Blue Silver Grass all the way to level thirty-one?"

Whispers spread from the back of the line to the front. Everyone wore much the same expression: disbelief.

In the area for those who had passed, Ning Rongrong was stunned. A level-thirty-five support-type Soul Master was shocking enough, but now there were two more twelve-year-old Soul Elders, one at level thirty-three and the other at level thirty-one. And the level-thirty-one boy's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass?

Blue Silver Grass!

The most common, most useless Martial Soul on the entire Douluo Continent.

Ning Rongrong's mind reeled. Of the three, Lin Xuan was clearly the leader. The secret to leveling up so quickly had to be in his hands!

Zhu Zhuqing turned her head as well.

She kept her composure better than Ning Rongrong, but she was just as shaken inside.

Last night at the Battle Arena, she had watched Tie Niu defeat Dai Mubai with her own eyes. At the time, she had only thought Dai Mubai was pathetic and ridiculous.

Now these three stood together.

Thirty-five, thirty-three, thirty-one.

All twelve years old.

She had trained with everything she had, yet at a little over eleven, she was only level twenty-seven. By twelve, she might reach level twenty-nine at most.

These three were terrifying!

Li Yusong no longer had time to stand there in shock.

So far, all five applicants he had tested had surpassed the admission threshold.

And the first three were absolute monsters.

Li Yusong could no longer suppress his smile. Even his wrinkles seemed to smooth out.

He had worked at Shrek for decades, and the quality of this year's applicants could put the previous eighteen years combined to shame.

"Good, good, good!"

He sprang to his feet and shouted toward the academy.

"Mubai! Get over here! Take these five straight to the fourth test!"

His voice echoed several times around the shabby courtyard.

No one answered.

Li Yusong shouted again. "Dai Mubai!"

Still no answer.

Xiao Wu tilted her head and looked at the few crooked wooden buildings in the courtyard.

"Does this run-down academy not even have anyone they can call to do some work?"

Lin Xuan said nothing, but he had already guessed what was going on.

Dai Mubai, who had lost his match at the Battle Arena last night, probably still hadn't recovered.

After another dozen seconds, there was finally movement in the crown of the large tree on the west side of the courtyard.

First came a rustle of leaves. Then a long leg emerged from the branches, followed by half a body.

A blond youth hung crookedly from a branch. His hair looked like a bird's nest, his collar hung open, and two red lipstick marks stained his face.

Dai Mubai rubbed his face blearily. "Teacher Li, what time is it?"

"You have the nerve to ask? The morning tests are almost over!" Li Yusong glared at him.

Dai Mubai yawned, ready to stay in the tree a while longer.

Then his gaze swept over the area for those who had passed.

A girl in fitted black clothes stood there with her arms crossed, looking at him.

Shoulder-length hair, a slender figure, and a cool expression.

She looked familiar, but he couldn't place her!

Dai Mubai jumped down from the tree, brushed the leaves off himself, and strode over to Li Yusong.

He wanted another look at Zhu Zhuqing, but she had already turned her face completely away.

"Mubai."

Li Yusong patted him on the shoulder and handed him the record sheet.

"Forget all that for now. Take a look at this."

Dai Mubai took the paper and glanced down.

Thirty-five, thirty-three, thirty-one.

The three numbers sat at the top of the page.

Dai Mubai read them once, then read them again.

"Uncle Li, doesn't this detector need replacing?"

"Replace your head!"

Li Yusong smacked him on the back.

"I tested them myself! All three are twelve! The highest is level thirty-five, and he's a support type!"

Dai Mubai's grip tightened on the paper.

Level thirty-five at twelve.

He was fifteen this year and only level thirty-seven.

Three years older, yet just two levels ahead.

That gap...

Dai Mubai returned the paper to Li Yusong. The last trace of sleepiness had vanished from his face.

He looked again at the five in the area for those who had passed, studying them one by one.

Ning Rongrong was a girl in a white dress with an air of nobility.

His gaze paused on Zhu Zhuqing for half a second before he forced it away.

Then came the three standing together.

The slim boy at the front had to be the one at level thirty-five.

The girl beside him with the scorpion braid stayed close to him. Level thirty-three.

The dark-haired boy half a step behind them had an ordinary face but a steady stance. Level thirty-one, with Blue Silver Grass.

Dai Mubai studied Tang San for another two seconds.

Blue Silver Grass could reach level thirty-one?

"All right."

Dai Mubai clapped his hands and tipped his chin toward the five of them.

"Follow me. We'll go straight to the fourth test."

"Wait." Ning Rongrong finally spoke, her voice clear. "We don't have to take the first three tests?"

"No." Dai Mubai didn't look back. "All five of you are above level twenty-five, so you can go straight to the fourth!"

The five followed the dirt path toward the back of the courtyard. As they passed several dilapidated wooden buildings, Ning Rongrong couldn't help frowning.

"This place is such a dump."

"You'll get used to it." Dai Mubai didn't turn around.

Ning Rongrong clearly couldn't get used to it.

She glanced down at the hem of her white dress. Mud had already splashed onto it.

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing the entire time. She walked in the middle of the group, with Ning Rongrong, Lin Xuan, and the other two between her and Dai Mubai, keeping as far from him as possible.

After a few steps, Dai Mubai couldn't resist looking back again.

His gaze landed on Zhu Zhuqing's icy profile.