Facing the disbelieving looks on their faces, Ye Zhiqiu just smiled helplessly. He was telling the truth, and as for what they thought, that was their business.
Speaking of which, Ye Zhiqiu's hidden methods are so numerous that even he himself can't count them all.
Some abilities were too powerful, making it difficult to control them, potentially leaving someone severely injured or even vanishing. Others would expose him, leaving him unable to explain himself, forcing him to use his clones.
No matter which of the two it is, Ye Zhiqiu doesn't want to see it.
Before the battle, he told Zhao Wuji that he would only use 70% of his strength. In fact, Ye Zhiqiu was not bragging, he was holding back.
In the final battle, Ye Zhiqiu hadn't even used his spirit ring yet, but Zhao Wuji couldn't hold on any longer. In the end, someone tried to stop him, and the battle had to end early.
Otherwise, Zao Wou-Ki might have had more "sour and refreshing" experiences.
As for whether this battle is meaningful, to Ye Zhiqiu, it is extremely meaningful.
From this, Ye Zhiqiu not only knew the combat power level of a Soul Saint, but was also able to infer the approximate strength of other high-level Soul Masters. More importantly, he also gained many new ideas.
For example, what would be the effect if Flying Thunder God is combined with Susanoo?
Or, what effect will Flying Thunder God have when combined with the Eight Gates?
Fighting is always the fastest way for a soul master to grow. If Ye Zhiqiu were to think about it himself, he might accidentally realize this, but that would be a long time in the future.
These ideas came to him in a flash after he saw Zhao Wuji use a combination of combos.
I just haven't had the chance to verify it yet.
Elsewhere, Flanders seemed to finally understand what had happened and couldn't help but glare fiercely at Zhao Wuji. Afterwards, he dismissed the other teachers from the academy and walked towards Ye Zhiqiu and his group.
Behind him were Dai Mubai, Oscar, and a little fat boy with red hair.
Zhao Wuji, who stayed where he was, looked at the teachers who were leaving. They had smiles in their eyes, and some looked like they were trying hard to hold back their laughter. He felt like crying but had no tears.
Why was I the one who got beaten? Why was I the one who took the blame? Why was I the one who was laughed at? What sin did I, Zhao Wuji, commit? It's so difficult!
Unfortunately, no one would comfort him at this time.
Flanders came up to Ye Zhiqiu and the others, pushed up his glasses, and smiled. "Little ones, I've heard all about your deeds. You're all excellent. I declare you've passed the assessment. Also..." Flanders suddenly looked at Ye Zhiqiu and said, "Your name is Ye Zhiqiu, right? I have a question for you. Is your third spirit ring truly a hundred thousand years old?"
As soon as Flanders finished speaking, everyone here pricked up their ears and looked over. When they saw Ye Zhiqiu's spirit ring configuration, they were so surprised, how could they not be curious?
Ye Zhiqiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's a hundred thousand years old, that's right. Don't ask me how I hunted it, but it was probably a hundred thousand year old soul beast that saw how handsome I was and dragged me to sacrifice it. I had no choice but to accept it reluctantly."
When Ye Zhiqiu said this, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, as if it was true.
The others all looked at him strangely, feeling that he was trying to trick them. But it seemed that he really couldn't defeat a 100,000-year-old soul beast. Thinking about it carefully, was there any truth to his words? Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.
I do it!
Thinking of this, almost everyone cursed in their hearts, some scolded Ye Zhiqiu for being too cunning and not telling the truth.
Others cursed Ye Zhiqiu for being incredibly lucky. No matter what methods he used, getting a 100,000-year-old soul beast to sacrifice itself was already a stroke of luck. As for the method, that was no longer important.
"Comparison is the thief of joy. So your thousand-year first ring and ten-thousand-year second ring are not disguised soul skills?" Zhao Wuji came over at some point and said a little depressed.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at him and saw that he didn't seem to be seriously injured. He secretly felt that Zhao Wuji's title of Acala was well-deserved. He was pressed into the ground by him, but he could jump around as soon as he crawled out, although he looked a little embarrassed.
If it were any other soul master, he would probably have been pushed to the point of shitting himself.
"Teacher Zhao, I never said that the color of my soul ring was a disguise. It's just your wishful thinking. By the way, Teacher Zhao, can you continue to practice with me in the future? After fighting with you today, I have more ideas that I want to verify." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Zhao Wuji, smiled, and said slowly.
Zhao Wuji's face turned black on the spot, his chest ached, and he turned around, looking like he didn't want to pay any attention to Ye Zhiqiu.
"You really want to test me? Only a fool would fight a monster like you. Whoever wants to go can go, but I'm not going." Zhao Wuji thought to himself, "It's okay to lose some face, since I've already lost it all today."
"Cough cough." Flanders put his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, attracting everyone's attention.
"Mu Bai, take your juniors and arrange their dormitories first. Also, later on, you guys will be the seniors and fill in the big hole in the playground until it's barely walkable. Classes will officially begin at 7 a.m. tomorrow. Gather in the playground, and no one is allowed to be late."
"Yes," Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun replied weakly, feeling a bit mentally broken.
"Yeah!" Flanders nodded and left with Zhao Wuji with a satisfied look on his face.
Dai Mubai's eyes flashed when he saw this, and he said to Oscar and Ma Hongjun beside him, "Xiaoao, Fatty, I'm going to take the junior students to the dormitory area to arrange rooms. You two go tidy up the playground first, and I'll be right there."
Oscar and Ma Hongjun cursed in their hearts, saying, "You're just a chicken, and I guess you won't know where you'll run off to soon."
However, the situation was stronger than the person, and it seemed that the two of them could not defeat Dai Mubai together, so they had to admit defeat.
The two of them looked at each other, both with bitter faces, and went to level the playground.
This time, unlike the original, no one was seriously injured. There was one person who was slightly injured, Ye Zhiqiu. He opened the six gates but was blocked by his own soul power and suffered some internal injuries. But with Ye Zhiqiu's strong recovery ability, he will probably be fine tomorrow.
Since no one was injured, everyone could naturally choose their own dormitory. Each dormitory had two beds. There were currently eight students at Shrek, so two people could fit in a room.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun shared a room, Oscar and Tang San shared a room, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing shared a room, and Ye Zhiqiu and Ning Rongrong shared a room.
With this allocation, there seems to be no problem.
However, the others looked at Ye Zhiqiu and Ning Rongrong with strange eyes. Ning Rongrong's little face turned red with embarrassment, and her little head seemed to be steaming. She hid behind Ye Zhiqiu, lowered her head and fiddled with the corner of her clothes.
Ye Zhiqiu looked calm, looking at everyone and said indifferently, "I'm so sorry, couples are just so willful."
Going to bed, good night everyone.