Everyone Was Shocked

Inside a shop in Suotuo City.

Flender lounged there leisurely, waiting for some sucker to come ask about buying something.

But because of his shady merchant practices, he had almost no returning customers.

Business was dismal, so he swindled whoever he could.

Ma Hongjun came over and told Flender about the situation.

He said that ever since Feng Yang had come to the academy as a teacher, the whole academy had become a complete mess. Everyone hated Feng Yang, and if this continued, the academy would be ruined.

Flender raised his head and sat up.

"Was it really that serious?"

"Headmaster, of course it was!" Ma Hongjun said firmly. "You're my master. How could I possibly lie to you?"

"But Zhao Wuji's report said that you were the ones harboring a great deal of hostility toward the new teacher," Flender said.

"This..."

Ma Hongjun could not deny that.

"That's why it was only reasonable for him to punish you, teach Dai Mubai a lesson, and make Tang San clean the toilets," Flender said.

Clearly.

He had no intention of giving up such cheap labor at one Gold Soul Coin a month.

"Even so, he was far too ruthless. And now, he's already taken on—"

"Enough," Flender cut him off. "This counts as training for you all. If you truly refuse to accept him, then show me what you can do."

"..."

The meaning behind those words was obvious.

The headmaster whose motto was "Those who dare not cause trouble are useless" clearly wanted to watch a good show.

Ma Hongjun naturally understood what he meant.

With those words, he was relieved.

"Headmaster, I understand."

Watching Ma Hongjun's departing back, Flender revealed the smile of a crooked merchant.

"It's good to let Feng Yang put some pressure on you. It'll help you improve faster. When you defeat Feng Yang, he'll still just be labor worth one Gold Soul Coin. There's no need to care about his dignity. Come on, children. My Flender's future fortune will depend on you."

That day.

Soon arrived.

"Brothers, I'm back!"

Dai Mubai stood ramrod straight in the open field.

"That's great, Mubai!"

Tang San clasped Dai Mubai's hand, like they were close brothers.

"Yes. Today, we'll follow the plan. No matter what Feng Yang tells us to do, we'll give him attitude."

"Alright!"

"Today, we'll make him pay!"

"Boss Dai, why make it so troublesome? I've already asked the headmaster. Not only will he ignore Feng Yang punishing us, he won't interfere if we resist Feng Yang either," Ma Hongjun said.

"Really?"

Dai Mubai's eyes lit up.

Tang San sneered.

"Looks like Feng Yang is nothing more than a pawn in the headmaster's eyes."

"That's right. I heard he was hired for just one Gold Soul Coin," Ma Hongjun said.

"Huh? One Gold Soul Coin? Then didn't he come to our academy only because he had nowhere else to go?" Oscar said.

"Exactly! Hahaha!"

The group immediately burst into laughter.

They all began mocking him.

Like a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket, Ning Rongrong quickly came to the room and told Feng Yang everything she had heard, word for word.

Feng Yang sneered.

They really overestimated themselves.

And this Flender clearly did not see him as one of his own either.

He would probably use him up, then find some random excuse to send him away.

"Master, you can still laugh? Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, plus Oscar's support—if they join forces, you'll definitely lose."

"Is that so?" Feng Yang asked.

"But I can support you," Ning Rongrong said with a smile.

"No need. If you support me, then even if I win, there'll be no glory in it. They still won't accept it."

As he spoke, Feng Yang looked out the window.

"Today, I'll teach them a proper lesson."

Feng Yang pulled open the door.

Zhu Zhuqing stood outside.

"Master, they're going to—"

"Zhuqing, I already told Master," Ning Rongrong interjected.

Seeing that both girls cared so much about him, Feng Yang felt a wave of gratification.

"Alright, let's go."

When they arrived at the training ground.

The gazes of those five people immediately locked onto Feng Yang.

A tense, explosive atmosphere hung in the air.

On the open-air corridor of a building's second floor.

Flender sat there drinking tea, while Zhao Wuji, Yu Song, and the other teachers all looked toward the open field.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong following behind Feng Yang.

Flender found it rather strange.

"For Feng Yang to take Zhu Zhuqing as his disciple isn't especially difficult. But for him to take that unruly, arrogant, contemptuous Ning Rongrong as his disciple? That truly surprises me."

After all.

When Flender had first tried to discipline Ning Rongrong, she had pointed at his nose and looked down on him.

Flender would probably never forget that scene for the rest of his life.

"Maybe Feng Yang was simply lucky," Zhao Wuji said. "Ning Rongrong happened to have some friction with Dai Mubai that day. They probably made taking him as her master a condition."

Flender had naturally heard about this long ago.

"But if that's all it was, could there really be any bond between master and disciple?"

"That, I don't know."

After taking their opposing positions.

Feng Yang swept his gaze over Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others.

"Looks like you've already prepared to gang up on me. Then let's not waste time. Come at me together."

"..."

"..."

So carefree. Far too carefree.

Where did his confidence come from?

What exactly was he pretending for?

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the other five were all extremely displeased.

"Feng Yang!" Dai Mubai pointed directly at him. "You brought this upon yourself!"

Xiao Wu stopped pretending as well. She planted her hands on her slender waist and lifted her small face high.

"Feng Yang! After what you did to me, today I'll beat you into a pig's head! I'll make sure you never dare act so recklessly again!"

Tang San thought Xiao Wu was only referring to Feng Yang slapping her.

But even so, rage surged through him!

His face turned fierce as he clenched his fists in righteous indignation.

You dared to slap Xiao Wu and make me clean toilets. Today, I'll beat you until you can't take care of yourself!

"Brothers, summon your martial souls!"

Dai Mubai shouted.

Buzz.

The five moved at once, and the pressure of their martial souls instantly descended.

Feng Yang remained calm and composed as he turned his head slightly.

"You two, step back."

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both retreated three steps.

Every single one of his movements looked unbearably smug.

They had thought he would have Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing help him, but he actually told them to step back?

How utterly contemptuous was that?

The next moment.

Buzz.

As his martial soul appeared, Blue Flame surged across his entire body, making him seem like a god of blue fire.

The air within the surrounding area became scorching hot.

Forget the people before him—Flender and the others, more than twenty meters away, could feel the blazing heat as well.

"When this kid summoned his martial soul last time, it didn't have such overwhelming pressure!" Flender said with a frown.

"Headmaster, it seems to be a domain."

"What? He already has a domain at his level?"

"Wait."

"He's already level fifty-five?"

"In just a few days, he went from level thirty-seven to level fifty-five?"

"How was that possible?!"

Likewise.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the other five facing Feng Yang were all stunned.

Clang—

As Feng Yang's Soul Rings pulsed with Rhythm.

The first ring was purple.

3,600 years.

The second ring was purple.

6,000 years.

The third ring was black.

12,000 years.

The fourth ring was black.

24,000 years.

The fifth ring was black.

36,000 years.

"How was that possible?!"

"How was that possible?!"

"How was that possible?!"

"..."

Everyone at Shrek found it unbelievable.

"The fourth black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was already enough to make one's scalp tingle, but the third ring had also become a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

"And the pressure from that third black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring wasn't weak. It was clearly a Soul Ring that had lasted tens of thousands of years."

"The Soul Rings he displayed last time were completely ordinary. Why had they changed so suddenly? Could this kid have Twin Martial Souls?"

Perplexing!

Flender and the others were utterly baffled and shocked.

"Master..."

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong looked at Feng Yang's back with worship in their eyes.

As for Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the other five, who stood as his opponents, their scalps tingled and cold sweat poured down their backs.

The pressure brought by three consecutive black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings was already beyond what they could withstand at their current level.

Not to mention the Blue Flame Domain, which constantly burned away their Soul Power.

Before the battle had even begun, they already felt as though a third of their strength had been weakened.

"Oscar, give everyone a sausage first to replenish ourselves. Then we'll begin the fight immediately," Dai Mubai said.

Super Recovery Sausage!

With so many people watching.

As a teacher, Feng Yang put on a convincing show.

He stood where he was and let them do whatever they wanted.

Only the three slowly rotating black soul rings beneath his feet were truly oppressive.

After swallowing the sausage.

"Brothers, battle!"

From their last clash, they had roughly figured out Feng Yang's abilities.

So they had long prepared their tactics.

"Die!"

Dai Mubai launched a heavy punch head-on, as though it carried the power of the White Tiger.

As if he knew Feng Yang would meet him head-on, Tang San used his Blue Silver Grass to pass Dai Mubai a bench when he closed in. Dai Mubai caught it in midair and, like performing an aerial dunk, smashed it viciously toward Feng Yang's head.

There was more than a hint of mercilessness in that move.

Boom!

Blue Flame burst from Feng Yang's palm.

Whoosh—

He flung it sideways.

The Blue Flame carved an arc through the air.

In an instant.

The bench in Dai Mubai's hands turned to charcoal, burning at an inconceivable speed.

"Ah!"

Startled, Dai Mubai was struck in the stomach by Feng Yang's backhanded heavy punch.

He was sent flying.

Before Feng Yang could react.

Tang San's first soul skill, Bind, crept over in secret.

It could be said.

Getting ganged up on really was different.

Dai Mubai had done an excellent job drawing fire this time.

Feng Yang's entire body was immediately wrapped up by Tang San's dear mother.

At the same time.

Xiao Wu, who had launched a sneak attack from the side, kicked Feng Yang in the shoulder.

Bang!

It carried quite a bit of force.

Xiao Wu truly belonged to the power of the three phases.

She could count as both the Power Attack System and the Agility Attack System.

She was not too weak in either, but not especially strong in either as well.

"Can't move now, can you?! I'm going to kick your face!" Xiao Wu shouted.

Her delicate body spun through the air as she prepared to deliver a highly showy inverted kick.

However.

Feng Yang revealed a sly smile.

"I can tell you really hate me, but..."

Boom!

In that instant, the Blue Silver Grass vines.

Were burned to ashes by the Blue Flame covering Feng Yang's body.

"How is that possible?!"

Tang San was instantly dumbfounded.

Xiao Wu's kick was about to strike Feng Yang's face, but he raised a hand and caught her ankle.

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