Tang San's Crushing Defeat: Beat the Junior, and the Senior Comes Calling

"How strong was Beiming Yuan before?" Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help asking.

Ning Rongrong glanced at Zhu Zhuqing and said softly, "A little over half a year ago, Beiming Yuan was only a level thirty-five Soul Elder, and he defeated the Imperial Fighting Team single-handedly. It was a team made up entirely of Soul Elders, with an average cultivation level of thirty-seven or thirty-eight. Their captain had the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul..."

"He's that strong!"

Zhu Zhuqing's lips parted slightly, and she was utterly shocked.

He had gained nine levels of Soul Power in a little over half a year. Was Beiming Yuan's talent really that terrifying?

Compared with Beiming Yuan, her talent was utterly ordinary.

"Third Soul Skill, Ice and Snow Body Protection."

Beiming Yuan's Third Soul Ring lit up, and one side of the Ice Fan released a boundless radiance. A shield of ice formed around him.

Every Hidden Weapon Tang San had launched was blocked.

"Hmph."

Beiming Yuan snorted coldly, taking the Hidden Weapons head-on as he reached for Tang San.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing... What?!" Tang San was about to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, only to discover that Beiming Yuan was even faster than he was.

Beneath the ice, his body froze.

In an instant, the endless stream of Hidden Weapons vanished.

Beiming Yuan withdrew his ice shield and drove his knee hard into Tang San's abdomen.

With a bang, Tang San was sent flying,

But it wasn't over. Beiming Yuan once again displayed astonishing speed, reaching the spot where Tang San was about to land and kicking out.

With another bang, Tang San flew into the air.

Beiming Yuan leaped up and subjected Tang San to an inhuman beating. Fists and feet had no eyes, but he did.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Pfft..."

After that pummeling, Tang San vomited a great mouthful of blood. His face was black and blue, and his body was probably covered in bruises too.

"Remember this beating."

Beiming Yuan struck down with a kick, slamming Tang San hard into the ground and knocking him completely unconscious.

Beiming Yuan had held back somewhat; otherwise, he would have beaten Tang San to death on the spot.

Beating him to death would have been fine too, but that wasn't the result Beiming Yuan wanted. What he wanted wasn't "short-term development," but "sustained development."

"This..."

Looking at the small, sunken patch of open ground and Tang San lying in it, Ma Hongjun and Oscar fell silent at once.

They had never expected Beiming Yuan, who seemed so easy to get along with, to be so ruthless when he fought.

But Tang San had brought it on himself. Why had he gone crazy for no reason?

Looking at Tang San's miserable state, Dai Mubai suddenly felt a little sympathy... No, he should pity Tang San for three seconds.

Although Beiming Yuan had beaten him up too, at least he hadn't suffered this badly.

"Beiming Yuan, are you all right?" Ning Rongrong asked as she walked up to him.

Everyone's lips twitched, and they stared at her, speechless.

Girl, can't you see who's hurt?

"I'm fine. He's hurt."

Beiming Yuan said.

"Hmph, he deserved it. He was the one who ambushed you with Hidden Weapons," Ning Rongrong said with a snort.

Zhu Zhuqing also came to Beiming Yuan's side. She said nothing, but her eyes kept straying to him, as if by chance. She was very curious.

"Mubai, you and Ma Hongjun take Tang San to Shao Xin and the others for treatment, then bring him back to the dormitory to rest." Zhao Wuji waved a hand.

He was also displeased with Tang San's behavior, but he had to admit that Tang San was a genius. If they really fought, his strength was even greater than Dai Mubai's.

Dai Mubai and the other two nodded and carried Tang San off to find someone to treat him.

"Oscar, take Beiming Yuan and the others to the dormitories," Zhao Wuji said.

After the fight had gone this far, he knew where things stood.

Beiming Yuan and the others were more than strong enough to join Shrek Academy!

"All right." Oscar nodded, then looked at Beiming Yuan and the others with a smile. "Come with me. The dormitories aren't far from here."

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance and helped the unconscious Xiao Wu up.

Beiming Yuan and his companions followed Oscar away.

The men's and women's dormitories were separate, but they weren't far apart, about thirty meters or so. The rooms were roughly a dozen square meters, and apart from beds, there were only more beds.

The dormitory rooms housed two people each, but Beiming Yuan happened to get one to himself. That was good news for him too: he could have some peace and quiet to cultivate alone.

In the women's dormitory, Zhu Zhuqing also had a room to herself, which suited her aloof nature.

Deep into the quiet night, all of Shrek Academy fell silent. Apart from Beiming Yuan and his four companions, no one else had passed Shrek's admissions test.

In the dormitory, Beiming Yuan sat cross-legged, meditating and cultivating.

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, an unusual, uncanny wind blew in, and the window flew open. A rough voice followed close behind.

"Beiming Yuan."

The voice echoed through the dormitory without disturbing the villagers, students, or teachers resting nearby.

Beiming Yuan opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing through them, and sneered inwardly. This rat couldn't hold back in the end. I gave him too much credit.

He had thought Tang Hao wouldn't concern himself with grudges and conflicts between juniors. Now it seemed that, in the other man's eyes, there was no such thing as "the senior bullying the junior."

In that case, he didn't mind being a little more ruthless.

Beiming Yuan stopped cultivating, rose, and left the dormitory. He walked unhurriedly out of the village and into a mountain forest.

"Was that Beiming Yuan?" In the women's dormitory, Zhu Zhuqing had just been preparing to rest when she happened to see Beiming Yuan's retreating figure gradually disappear through the half-open window.

She couldn't help wondering what Beiming Yuan was going out to do in the middle of the night.

Should I go take a look? After thinking it over, Zhu Zhuqing quietly left the dormitory and headed toward the mountain forest.

Before long, her figure also vanished into the night.

Deep in the mountain forest, Beiming Yuan had gotten farther and farther from the little village. Darkness surrounded him, with only a little light falling from the moon.

All around him was quiet, almost deathly silent.

"Come out."

Beiming Yuan's voice was calm, and his expression remained serene as he looked toward a spot in the shadows of the trees.

"Impressive perception."

The rough voice sounded slightly surprised. A figure gradually appeared: a tall, broad man.

He wore ragged black clothes, and a hood concealed his face. Only his chin and the tangled, grease-stained beard on it were visible.

He had a slovenly air, but his presence was as deep as an abyss, far surpassing Zhao Wuji's.

"What brings the Clear Sky Douluo to me?" Beiming Yuan remained calm, showing no fear whatsoever of Tang Hao's presence.

"Oh? You know me?"

Tang Hao was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected Beiming Yuan to recognize him.

He casually pulled down his hood, revealing a weathered face. His hair was greasy and dull, and his beard was a tangled mess.

The first impression he gave was that of a beggar.

"The youngest Titled Douluo on the continent?" Beiming Yuan smiled.

Tang Hao's expression was indifferent, but a trace of pride appeared in his eyes. He was rather pleased with himself, clearly enjoying the words "the youngest Titled Douluo."

Little did he know that Beiming Yuan's smile wasn't one of amazement, but of mockery.

Unfortunately, Tang Hao wasn't very bright and couldn't tell.

"What brings the Clear Sky Douluo here in the middle of the night?" Beiming Yuan continued.

"You beat the junior, so naturally the senior has to avenge him. Isn't that only right?" Tang Hao said.