boyutpedia Chapter 10: They even dare to steal from Shrek Academy?
Chapter 10: They even dare to steal from Shrek Academy?
Tang San stood at the door, his gaze fixed on Wu Changkong's face.
That cold, stern face remained calm, without any ripples.
Her long, lake-blue hair swayed gently in the breeze, and her eyes didn't even glance in Tang San's direction.
It was as if... the departure of two level 29 Soul Masters was nothing to him.
Tang San's lips twitched, and the anger in his heart surged up again.
"Blind to the truth."
He cursed under his breath.
Xiao Wu tugged at his sleeve.
"Third Brother, where do we go now?"
Tang San glanced at the dilapidated academy across the street, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Go to the other side."
"opposite?"
Xiao Wu followed his gaze and frowned.
"Is that the one who charges ten gold soul coins?"
"right."
Tang San nodded, his tone calm.
"That academy only accepts monsters, not ordinary people. Although it's a bit expensive, the standards... suit my taste."
Xiao Wu thought about it and felt it made sense. Tang San was level 29, and she herself was also level 29. They would be geniuses among geniuses anywhere.
The kind of academy that only accepts monsters is the place they should be in.
"But……"
Xiao Wu glanced at Li Yusong sitting at the door across the street. That old man in his sixties didn't seem to have the same imposing presence as Wu Changkong at all.
"That admissions officer doesn't seem very capable."
Tang San chuckled softly.
"They are just admissions officers; they don't represent the true strength of the college."
He quickly calculated in his mind that Li Yusong was a six-ring Soul Emperor. Although he was not as good as Wu Changkong, a seven-ring Soul Saint, he was still a Soul Emperor-level expert.
This means that the academy on the other side has teachers at least at the Soul Emperor level, and possibly even stronger.
that's enough.
Tang San thought of his teacher, Yu Xiaogang.
The master's soul power level... is level twenty-nine, the same level as Tang San's current level.
When it comes to fighting, even the master can't beat him.
But the master's theoretical level is unmatched by anyone on the entire continent.
"The strength of an academy cannot be judged by the level of just one person."
Tang San thought to himself that Li Yusong and the others were probably the same. Although that old man only had six rings, he might be a theoretically strong person like the Grandmaster.
Thinking about this, Tang San felt a little better.
He even began to think that being eliminated by the opposing college might be a blessing in disguise.
"Let's go, Xiao Wu."
Tang San strode across the street.
"Let's go see the real Shrek Academy."
Xiao Wu followed behind him, and the two crossed the street.
Just then, a rough voice came from Shrek Academy on the left.
"Who dares to cause trouble at Shrek Academy?!"
The sound was terrifyingly loud, making people's eardrums hurt.
Tang San paused and turned to look.
A middle-aged man walked out of the academy.
The man looked to be in his fifties, with an ordinary appearance—the kind of person you wouldn't notice if you threw him into a crowd.
But he was extremely sturdy, and although he was not tall, he gave people a feeling of great strength.
His broad shoulders were like city walls, and the coat could not hide his strong, steel-like muscles, which also exuded a fierce aura.
The visitor was none other than Immovable King Zhao Wuji.
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.
He could tell at a glance that this person was definitely not a weakling; that fierce aura was not feigned, but rather the result of real fighting.
Zhao Wuji strode to the door, his gaze first sweeping over the brand-new academy across the street, then over Tang San and Xiao Wu standing in the middle of the street, and finally landing on Wu Changkong.
He didn't look well.
"Where is Li Yusong?"
Zhao Wuji asked without turning his head.
"Teacher Zhao, I'm here."
Li Yusong stood up from the doorway, leaned on his long cane, walked to Zhao Wuji's side, and said a few words in a low voice.
After listening to Li Yusong's words, Zhao Wuji's expression grew increasingly gloomy.
His gaze returned to Wu Changkong, and he looked him up and down before striding across the street and walking straight up to him.
Zhao Wuji glanced at Wu Changkong and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"So it's you who dare to steal our Shrek Academy's name?"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a sense of pressure.
"So you're trying to steal our Shrek Academy's geniuses, huh?"
There was one more thing Zhao Wuji didn't say: these guys had also stolen their academy's funding.
You should know that each student's registration fee is ten gold soul coins, and if they don't meet the requirements, the money won't be refunded. This is a major source of income.
If Flander finds out, that stingy, unscrupulous merchant will be heartbroken and might even cause me trouble.
Zhao Wuji was surprised to find that, despite thinking that this year's freshmen were not good enough and that no one had come after he had waited for a while, someone had actually snatched the spot from him.
Zhao Wuji's anger flared up instantly. His gaze fell on Wu Changkong, the pretty boy, and he immediately activated his martial soul, becoming the Mighty Vajra Bear. His entire body was covered in a thick layer of brown fur, and he was over two and a half meters tall with bulging muscles all over his body.
At the same time, rings of spirit rings rose from beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, and three black.
Seven spirit rings, a seven-ring spirit saint.
And like Wu Changkong, it has a configuration of two yellow, two purple and three black.
Tang San stood across the street, and his eyes lit up when he saw Zhao Wuji release his seven spirit rings.
"Seven spirit rings... a seven-ring spirit saint."
Tang San's lips curled up slightly.
"As expected, this academy has a solid foundation."
He glanced at Zhao Wuji's imposing, towering figure, then at the seven spirit rings beneath his feet, and his opinion of Shrek Academy on the left instantly rose several notches.
This is where Tang San should be, this is where a monster should be.
After Zhao Wuji released his soul ring, the terrifying aura belonging to the Soul Saint level swept over everything, even shaking up the dust on the street.
He stared at Wu Changkong with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Kid, if you don't give me an explanation today, I'll smash your lousy academy to pieces!"
Although they were all Soul Saints, Zhao Wuji was not afraid at all. He had once escaped from the hands of sixteen bishops, the weakest of whom was at least a Soul Emperor!
This is quite an impressive achievement.
Wu Changkong looked at Zhao Wuji, his calm lake-blue eyes still showing no ripples.
Zhao Wuji frowned as he looked at Wu Changkong's performance. Was the other side a bot? Why was there no reaction at all?
"What, are you mute?"
Zhao Wuji's voice grew louder and louder.
"You've been using our Shrek Academy's name to steal our students, and now you don't even dare to utter a sound?"
"Good, very good!"
He took a step forward, and the bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked open with a "crack".
"Then I'll beat you until you talk!"