Blue Tyrant Academy (II)
"I think our Heaven Dou team has a chance to win the Continent-Wide Elite Tournament next year. The Imperial Fighting Team is too strong!"
"You don't even need to tell me, that's the team led by the genius Lin Chen! He's supposedly the personal disciple of Poison Douluo, a thirteen-year-old Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. Once he unleashes his Soul Skill, who among his peers can withstand him?"
"More than that! Even Prince Xue Xing himself said he's the number one genius in Heaven Dou. If he were to participate in the All-Continent Tournament, who knows how glorious he'd be!"
A few words drifted over, and Shrek and his group stopped in their tracks.
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly darkened, his thin jawline tightened, and his eyes turned cold.
Lin Chen's name is now being talked about everywhere. The young man's popularity is so great that it makes all the younger generation in Heaven Dou City unable to hold their heads up. He felt inexplicably choked up.
The seven Shrek members also looked rather grim.
Dai Mubai's evil eyes suddenly sharpened, his knuckles clenched until they turned white, a defiant smile curled at the corners of his lips, and a competitive flame burned in his eyes.
He'd let it go after losing once, but now that they'd met again, he wanted to see just how much real skill this so-called number one genius of the Heaven Dou truly possessed.
Tang San's hands, hanging by his sides, curled slightly, and a faint fluctuation of Soul Power flashed briefly at his fingertips.
He gazed at the bustling crowd on the street, silently calculating in his mind: Lin Chen's Soul Skill are known for their suppression and defense. If he were to unleash the Clear Sky Hammer and break through with pure offensive power, he might not be without a chance of victory.
If they were to meet in All-Continent Tournament, the outcome would be uncertain.
What are you all standing there for?
Flender's voice pulled everyone back to reality. He stood before the notice board beside the city gate, his fingertip pointing to a yellowed notice, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his hooked nose, "We've found our place to stay."
Everyone crowded around to take a look.
It was a recruitment notice from the Blue Tyrant Advanced Soul Master Academy. The handwriting was strong and vigorous, and the most eye-catching part was the first line. "We only accept children from commoner families and refuse to accept children from noble families; the recruitment of teachers is based on Soul Power level, and strength speaks for itself. Students must be no older than twenty years old, and those with Soul Power below level 20 will not be accepted."
"Blue Tyrant Academy?" Zhao Wuji scratched his head. "Never heard of it. Is it reliable?"
"You'll see when you get there." Flender chuckled, a hint of confidence in his voice. "The dean and I are old acquaintances. The rules are lenient, the qualifications are all there, and registering for the competition is more than enough. Nobody will tell us how to teach, and nobody will interfere with our teaching."
Yu Xiaogang frowned, but ultimately said nothing. As long as the children could stand on the stage of the competition, this compromise was nothing.
After wandering around for a Doudou, crossing most of the streets, the group finally found Blue Tyrant Academy.
The school gate is not as grand and magnificent as that of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but it has its own calm and sturdy demeanor.
Directly in front is a white marble gate tower about ten meters high, with straight and upright white stone pillars, thick beams, and simple yet powerful animal patterns and blue Soul Ring designs carved on the gate.
A blue plaque with gilded gold decorations hangs in the center of the gatehouse, bearing eight large characters: Blue Tyrant Advanced Soul Master Academy
There was a rough wooden table by the door, where a teacher in a gray coat sat with his legs crossed, drinking tea.
Seeing a group of travel-worn people approaching, he didn't even lift his eyelids, lazily saying, "Applying for a teaching position or enrolling in school? The minimum requirement for a teaching position is Soul King; those who aren't high enough shouldn't waste their time. Enrollment requires a Soul Power test; those below level 20 will not be accepted."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang subtly moved into the student group. His Martial Soul Mutation, and his cultivation had stagnated for many years, so his level was really not impressive.
Flender wasn't annoyed. He stepped forward, his voice low but clear. "Flender, Level 78 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Saint, Martial Soul Cat Owl, applying for teaching position."
Immediately afterwards, all the teachers activated their Martial Soul.
"Zhao Wuji, a level 76 Power Attack System Battle Soul Saint, Martial Soul Great Strength Vajra Bear."
"Shao Xin, a level 71 Food System Tool Soul Saint, Martial Soul Sugar Bean."
"Lu Qibin, Level 66 Control System Tool Soul Emperor, Martial Soul Star Luo Chess."
"Li Yusong, a level 63 Power Attack System Tool Soul Emperor, Martial Soul the Dragon Pattern Staff."
As the five levels were announced, the test instructor slammed his teacup on the table with a loud bang.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, and sized up the group of unremarkable people in front of him, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.
"Soul... Soul Saint?!" His voice trembled, and he almost fell off his chair. He hurriedly stood up, bowing almost ninety degrees. "Teachers, please come in! Please come in! I'll go and report to the Dean right away! No exams! No exams for everyone!"
His gaze swept over the seven boys and girls beside him, and he quickly added, "Students will be admitted together! They'll all be considered special admissions by the academy!"
Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Zhao Wuji grinned, patting Tang San's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand, almost making him stumble. "Great! Finally, we have a place to stay!"
Dai Mubai loosened his fists, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his wicked eyes. Now that he had a place to stay, he could focus on his cultivation and wait for the competition to have a good look at that number one genius of the Heaven Dou.
Inside the Blue Tyrant Academy, there are uniform blue-brick and blue-tiled school buildings, lined up on both sides of the bluestone walkway. They are not luxurious, but they are kept clean and tidy.
Tall jacaranda trees lined the roadside, their branches adorned with tiny purple-blue buds. When the wind blew, the petals scattered and fell, landing on people's shoulders.
The testing teacher led Zhao Wuji and his group towards the dormitory area, with teachers Shao Xin and Li Yusong following behind. The Shrek Seven Devils walked in the middle, looking around curiously.
"This academy doesn't look very big, but it's quite quiet," Oscar muttered to himself, twirling a Sausage in his hand.
Ning Rongrong nodded slightly, her eyes sweeping over the surrounding school buildings. Compared to the ornate buildings of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, this place was very simple, yet it had its own down-to-earth vitality.
Dai Mubai and Tang San walked side by side without saying a word.
On the other side, Flender led Yu Xiaogang along the path toward the dean's office building deep inside the academy.
The small building, made of blue bricks, was covered with deep green ivy. The wooden door was ajar, and there were no guards at the entrance. It was so simple that it didn't look like a dean's office.
"We're here." Flender stopped and turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, his tone complicated. "Go in. She... has been waiting for you for a long time."
Yu Xiaogang paused, his fingers clenching slightly.
He had a vague suspicion in his mind, but dared not think about it too deeply.
Flender pushed open the door.
The room was bright and spacious. A large desk stood by the window, piled with books and registers. A long sword sat to the side, its scabbard worn and gleaming with the aura of a seasoned warrior.
A woman sat behind the desk, dressed in a navy blue outfit, her long hair neatly tied back, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and lips pursed into a straight arc.
Despite its exquisitely beautiful silhouette, it possesses a cold and unapproachable quality, like a knife sheathed in its sheath.
It was Liu Erlong.
Yu Xiaogang froze, standing at the doorway, unable to move another step.