A Bet Is a Bet-Trying to Run? Flender Steps In!

Yu Xiaogang looked at the Soul Fighting that had just ended, his face pale.

He froze on the spot, his lips moving slightly, emitting a soft sound:

"This... this is impossible..."

His tactical coordination, which he had painstakingly crafted over a month, was led by Dai Mubai, a level 37 Assault-type Battle Soul Elder, and with his personal disciple also present, was completely crushed within the short span of an incense stick's time.

Moreover, the main force that defeated them was actually a Paper Martial Soul Master who was disguised as a support-type spirit master.

Ning Rongrong, with her hands behind her back, walked to the front in a few steps, her chin slightly raised:

"Grandmaster, are you trying to renege on your bet? Dean Flender and Master Zhao Wuji were both present when the bet was made. You said it yourself: if you lost, you'd pack your bags and leave."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned from white to green, and his chest heaved violently.

It was so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of leaves falling to the ground.

After a long while, Yu Xiaogang squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"I, Yu Xiaogang, am a man of my word!"

After saying that, he didn't look at anyone else, turned around and strode quickly towards the dormitory, his steps unsteady and his back view showing a flustered and disheveled appearance.

Tang San stood up from the ground, brushed the mud off his trousers, walked up to Lin Xuan, and looked troubled.

"Lin Xuan, this..."

Lin Xuan handed Tang San a pot of water and patted him on the shoulder:

"Little San, go and take a look. You know the Grandmaster's temper; don't let him do anything too extreme."

Tang San took the water bottle and nodded seriously:

"Lin Xuan, thank you."

After saying that, Tang San quickly chased after Yu Xiaogang in the direction he had left.

Flender stood there and sighed, adjusted his square Crystal Glasses, turned to Zhao Wuji and gave him a few instructions, then quickly followed Tang San.

On the other side of the playground, Dai Mubai knelt on one knee, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest heaving heavily.

This battle infuriated him to the extreme.

He originally thought that with the power of the level 37 White Tiger Vajra Transformation, he could crush Lin Xuan, a support-type character, head-on. Who knew that Lin Xuan's strength and speed were so strange that he dragged him into the Ice Trap in a swift move.

Even more outrageous, Ma Hongjun was instantly killed by Zhu Zhuqing in one move, and Oscar didn't even have to put up a fight before jumping out of the arena.

Even in a head-on confrontation, Tang San couldn't defeat Xiao Wu at all.

The entire team, from top to bottom, suffered a complete defeat.

"Fatty!"

Dai Mubai suddenly stood up and roared at Ma Hongjun, who was lying in the mud.

Ma Hongjun, having just recovered, rubbed his aching back as he got up, looking disheveled, and replied:

"Boss Dai, I'm here."

Dai Mubai patted the mud and dust off his clothes, his face extremely pale:

"Let's go into town and head to the brothels. We must extinguish this fire today!"

Ma Hongjun immediately understood Dai Mubai's meaning.

The face lost in the Battle Arena must be regained in the familiar world of pleasure.

He grinned and followed Dai Mubai eagerly.

Oscar stood on the sidelines, watching Ning Rongrong chatting and laughing around Lin Xuan, and his expression darkened.

This pampered young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School only had eyes for Lin Xuan from beginning to end.

And myself... hehe

Oscar shrugged self-deprecatingly, put his hands in the pockets of his robe, and jogged after Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

"Boss Dai, wait for me, I'm coming too!"

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the open space, watching Dai Mubai and the other two walk arm in arm toward the village entrance, her expression calm and indifferent.

During this month of intense training, she was pushing her limits every day, while Dai Mubai did nothing but fight and fool around.

She had completely given up on this nominal fiancé, and felt it was a waste of energy to even look at him.

Ning Rongrong curled her lip in disdain:

"All he does is run off to those filthy places, it's disgusting! How could Shrek hire someone like that?"

Xiao Wu also came over and took Lin Xuan's arm, shaking it gently:

"Never mind them! Lin Xuan, we won! Yu Xiaogang will never be able to boss us around again!"

Ning Rongrong also turned around and suggested:

"Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, Lin Xuan, let's go to Suotuo City! Today, I'm treating, let's go to a fancy restaurant for a good meal and celebrate!"

Xiao Wu raised both hands in agreement:

"Great! I want to eat the most famous grilled sausage and honey-glazed chicken leg in Suotuo City!"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly.

I agree.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan smiled and said:

"Alright, after a month of intensive training, it's time to relax. I'll trouble Miss Ning to treat me today."

Ning Rongrong patted her Storage Soul Tool, looking very proud:

"Don't worry, there's plenty of Gold Soul Coin. Nobody's allowed to hold back today!"

The four of them chatted and laughed as they walked out of the gates of the Shrek Academy, heading towards Suotuo City under the midday sun.

Meanwhile, inside a wooden cabin at the Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang was stuffing several changes of robes and a few yellowed books on Martial Soul Theory into his bundle with great speed, not even noticing that the corners of the books were folded.

After tidying them up, Yu Xiaogang put them all into his Soul Tool Ring.

However, Yu Xiaogang's face was still extremely pale, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly.

Level 30 was an insurmountable hurdle for him, but today, a twelve-year-old boy shattered his so-called core team theory in the most straightforward (and blunt) way.

If he stays at Shrek, he'll only become a laughingstock.

"Teacher!"

Tang San rushed into the room and grabbed Yu Xiaogang's hands as he was packing his bundle:

"Teacher, you can't leave!"

Yu Xiaogang paused, but didn't look up at Tang San; his voice was strained.

"Little San, you don't need to persuade me. Although my Soul Power is weak, I, Yu Xiaogang, am by no means a person who goes back on his word. I made the bet myself, and if I lose, I lose. I have no face to stay in Shrek."

"But teacher, Shrek and Dean Flender are here. If you leave, what will happen to my continued training...?"

Tang San looked anxious.

At that moment, Flender stepped in from outside the door.

He glanced at the bundle on the ground, then at Yu Xiaogang's resolute expression, stepped forward, snatched the bundle from Yu Xiaogang's hand, and threw it back onto the bed.

"Xiao Gang, how old are you? Why are you still acting like a child?"

Flender sat down on a wooden chair and spoke in a deep voice.

Yu Xiaogang turned around, his back to Flender:

"This isn't about being stubborn; it's about keeping my word. The entire school is watching. What kind of example would I set if I stayed here?"

Flender shook his head and asked in return:

"What exactly was the bet back then? Lin Xuan and the others wanted to disobey your instructions and not have you interfere with their daily cultivation, right?"

Yu Xiaogang remained silent, which was considered a pre-arranged response.