The next day.
The Shrek Seven Devils arrived at the place where Zhao Wuji held his classes. As they watched him approach slowly, his face bruised and swollen, they did not immediately go up to him. Instead, they began murmuring among themselves.
"Where's Teacher Zhao?"
"Why isn't Teacher Zhao here?"
"Yeah, according to the academy's schedule, we have practical combat class this morning!"
"Aren't I right here?"
"You're Teacher Zhao?"
Oscar hurried over to Zhao Wuji and looked him up and down, blurting out without a filter, "Why did you put on makeup like that? Is this year's popular Halloween costume?"
"Oscar! You're coming to me for practical combat class every single day this week!" Zhao Wuji already had a bellyful of pent-up anger. Oscar's remark made his voice turn ominous.
"Huh?"
Oscar could have kicked himself! Didn't that mean he would be Zhao Wuji's human punching bag for an entire week?
"Teacher Zhao, did everything go smoothly last night?" Dai Mubai asked.
Whenever Dai Mubai thought of everything Su Chen had done to him and Zhu Zhuqing, he simply could not bear it.
"Smoothly," Zhao Wuji answered curtly.
"Teacher Zhao, what happened to your head?" Dai Mubai asked curiously.
"I wasn't watching where I was going last night. I fell!" Zhao Wuji's reply was just as brief.
"You fell?"
Dai Mubai was taken aback. Had things not gone smoothly for Zhao Wuji last night? Had Su Chen given him a beating too?
Dai Mubai shook his head. Zhao Wuji had extensive practical combat experience. Besides, he was a Soul Saint above level seventy! Even if Su Chen possessed innate divine strength, how could he possibly defeat the Immovable Wisdom King?
Xiao Wu looked at the lump on Dai Mubai's head, her index finger resting beside her lips, and could