Seeing Chen Ping walk up to the unconscious Scorpion Tiger as though he meant to finish it off, Du Weilun hurriedly stepped in front of it.
Although this Scorpion Tiger in Shrek's Beast Pens was far from the oldest beast in the academy, it was one of the rare Soul Beasts most treasured by the Beast King, Elder Gong, and possessed considerable intelligence.
If Chen Ping killed it, Du Weilun would be the one Elder Gong pointed at and berated.
"Director Du, this isn't me underestimating my enemy and carelessly failing to finish off a Soul Beast. You're the one stopping me from attacking. When you and Dean Yan score me in a moment, you can't deduct points for this."
Only after saying this with a chuckle did Chen Ping put away the forging hammer he had made from that piece of Thousand-Refined Fine Steel.
Had Du Weilun spoken any later, that forging hammer, capable of hammering even rare metals out of shape, would have landed on the Scorpion Tiger's head.
Du Weilun rolled his eyes at Chen Ping. You brat, do you really care about those few points? Challenging a five-thousand-year Soul Beast earns a base score of a hundred and eighty alone!
No matter how many points were deducted from Chen Ping's technique score, he could not possibly lose all fifty.
Dai Huabin's score of a hundred and eighty-five might have seemed to tower over the competition, but in reality, it was a mere, pitiful five points higher than Chen Ping's base score.
As Du Weilun looked at Chen Ping, all he could do to express his astonishment was click his tongue in wonder.
Naturally, he knew how formidable the Scorpion Tiger in the Beast Pens was, and he knew even better how many young Soul Masters of