Cassell College's reaction

"Old Tang didn't deserve to die," Cao Ya murmured.

Even if Old Tang had been Norton all along.

But... Old Tang wasn't Norton, either!

Cao Ya never judged who someone was by their body. The mind mattered far more than the flesh.

Norton the Dragon King deserved death, deserved to be thrown onto an operating table, but the human Old Tang... his sins didn't warrant death!

There was no need for Norton's will to awaken.

As for Constantine, who had yet to be born and still slumbered in his cocoon, he could sleep a little longer.

Once Cao Ya had dealt with Norton, he would take care of Constantine.

"Right, that brother in Lu Mingfei's spirit visions, Lu Mingze, seemed to be the boss behind some organization, too. Zero, the expressionless, taciturn, emotionless girl, Maya Jode, and Su Enxi all took orders from that boss."

Constantine's early awakening and the revival of Norton's will inside Old Tang were both inextricably linked to that boss.

Perhaps he was the Black King, perhaps the White King.

Whatever king he was, Cao Ya intended to clash with him and see who was stronger.

"Dragon Kings..."

Cao Ya murmured, his gaze unfathomable.

Meanwhile, Angers ordered the dragon-slaying team still in China to return to the college.

The team had already suspended its exploration of the Bronze and Fire King's Bronze City on Angers's earlier instructions. Now, receiving this order, they assumed the negotiations had completely broken down.

With no other choice, they packed their things and hurried back to the United States.

Angers's phone rang again. He answered. It was the Night Watcher.

"I heard you lost in China? Who's so incredible that even you couldn't beat him?" The Night Watcher was astonished. He knew Angers well, and that was precisely why he understood how powerful Angers was.

If the man had been a Dragon King, the Night Watcher would have thought nothing of it.

But apparently, the man had no Dragon Raja blood whatsoever, not even a word spirit. And he had still beaten Angers?

"Angers, is that guy your illegitimate son? You held back so much you could've drained the Pacific," the Night Watcher quipped.

He still refused to believe Angers could lose.

"I did lose. Cao Ya... I'm no match for him," Angers said calmly.

The Night Watcher froze on the other end.

Angers said solemnly:

"I've accepted Cao Ya's terms and agreed to the merger. From now on, Cassell College will no longer be independent. It will merely be a college under his First Martial Arts University. He's the president. I'm only the dean."

The Night Watcher scratched his head, bewildered by this barrage of news.

"You're after Cao Ya's cultivation method?" the Night Watcher asked, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

Angers answered:

"Yes."

He had never denied that.

Looking thoughtful, the Night Watcher hung up on Angers, then opened Cassell College's internal website-the Night Watcher Forum.

The moment he opened the forum, a line of bold red text appeared.

"Shocking! Cassell College to cease to exist! First Martial Arts University bursts onto the scene!"

The thread already had over ten thousand replies, making it the hottest one on the forum.

What it described was simply too appalling.

Many assumed it was clickbait, but once they clicked through, they discovered it really wasn't.

According to the post, Cassell College would be absorbed into an unheard-of First Martial Arts University-which had not even begun preparations for its establishment-and would lose its independence, becoming a college under that university.

President Angers would also serve beneath President Cao Ya of the First Martial Arts University, willingly taking the position of dean of Cassell College.

Everyone erupted.

"First Martial Arts University? What the hell is that? It actually dares to absorb our Cassell College? Cao Ya? Ha! Who the hell does he think he is?"

"A reminder for the poster above: the latest news is that President Angers... no, Dean Angers, lost to President Cao Ya.

"And yes, it was a head-on fight." "You up there, you've already turned traitor? I'm ashamed to be associated with you!"

"What ingratitude!"

"A wise man knows which way the wind blows."

"Pah! You're just trash."

The forum soon descended into arguments. Behind the scenes, the News Department members could barely keep up. There were too many people to ban.

Finger, the head of the News Department, received a call from a subordinate asking whether they really should ban so many people.

Finger answered:

"Ban them! Why wouldn't we? Cao Ya's the boss from now on. Anyone who bad-mouths him gets banned!"

The subordinate on the other end asked:

"Should we ban posts involving President Angers, too?"

Finger pondered:

"Uh, ban those too. He's still in charge of us for now. And call him dean, not president. If President Cao Ya hears you, will our News Department still have a future?"

The subordinate sheepishly hung up and banned a large batch of users.

The forum instantly quieted down.

There had simply been too many people arguing, and most of them had been banned.

They could hardly be blamed. Anyone would bristle upon hearing that their college was being absorbed into a university they had never even heard of.

"Cao Ya? Who's that? Did he really beat President Angers?" posted an account named "Dictator."

Everyone knew whose account that was.

The student council president, the imperious young aristocrat, Kaiser Gattuso-a man as proud as a lion.

His girlfriend Nono, however, apparently hadn't told him everything about her trip to China.

"The president did indeed lose," Professor Goodman replied.

"Interesting," Dictator posted.

Caesar genuinely found it interesting. Was there really a man in this world more formidable than Angers?

"Another target!" Caesar's blood began to boil.

He did not seem particularly concerned about whether Cassell College would be merged.

It wasn't being abolished, after all.

As long as they could keep slaying dragons, that was enough.

Besides, what was wrong with having someone stronger as president?

"Cao Ya? I know him." That was Chu Zihang's account.

Chu Zihang had also graduated from Shilan High School. He knew not only Cao Ya, but the brothers Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze as well.

"You know him?" Caesar expressed his surprise.

Chu Zihang replied, "We went to the same school. He was in a year below me."

"He's younger than you?"

"Yes."

"He's stronger than you?"

"I'm not sure. If the news is true, then yes."

Chu Zihang and Caesar conversed on the Night Watcher Forum.

Everyone watched their screens, refreshing constantly. No one interrupted, as though it wasn't their place to speak while Chu Zihang and Caesar were talking.

Just then, an administrator posted a new announcement.

"In two days, Cao Ya will arrive at Cassell College to inspect his domain!"

Everyone was weighed down with worries. What sort of person would this new president be?

Was President Angers really unable to beat Cao Ya?

Was Cao Ya truly that powerful?

If Cassell College's students, faculty, and departmental staff were still grappling with mixed emotions, then its seven trustees-apart from Angers-were all dissatisfied, even furious!

Faced with their questioning, Angers remained calm. His only answer was that Cao Ya would arrive at Cassell College in two days. Once they met him, everything would be settled.

The trustees set off for Cassell College from all corners of the world, including Beowulf, the "Dragonblood Drinker," who never attended board meetings.

The stakes were simply too high. Even the most indifferent could no longer sit still.