Chapter 449 The Shameless Flander.
Shrek Academy.
At this moment, the entire academy, from yesterday afternoon onwards, was in an uproar among all the students, and even some of the teachers.
After all, the Shrek Eight Monsters, these legends to them, were about to return and engage in an exhibition match with two deans whose cultivation was extremely high, some even reaching the Soul Douluo level five years ago.
This was a scene that allowed them to witness the eight monsters' prowess and learn something from it—what an exciting event! It could even be said that this was the dream of low-level Soul Masters.
However, compared to the students' excitement in speculating about the outcome of the exhibition match, Flander's side presented a completely different scene…
"Erlong, why did you make me and Old Zhao go up?!"
Flander stared wide-eyed at Liu Erlong.
Meanwhile, Grandmaster stood to the side, picking up a cup of tea, a slight smile appearing on his stiff face, clearly enjoying the show. As for Zhao Wuji, he has absolutely no human rights…
"What, is that not allowed?" Faced with Flander's complaint, Liu Erlong not only crossed her arms but also put on an indifferent look, simply watching him quietly.
"Of course not!" Flander glared at Liu Erlong with dissatisfaction and retorted, "Don't you know how abnormal those kids are? Especially Mo, he's outrageous! If I fight them, I'll be exhausted. Besides, how can I, the dean, easily take action?"
"Oh? Then tell me, what's your opinion? Hmph!"
Liu Erlong snorted coldly as soon as he finished asking the question, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're just trying to slack off."
"Uh, this…"
Flander was speechless after being exposed.
But soon, Flander's eyes lit up, and he changed his strategy. He rubbed his hands together, looking every bit the shrewd businessman.
"Erlong, I'm not kidding. That kid Mo is no pushover when he gets going. He alone, with Rongrong's amplification, could hold one person back. Not to mention the other six helping out."
"So?"
Liu Erlong, seeing Flander's expression and knowing her older brother well, said irritably, "What kind of trouble are you trying to pull now?"
"Hehe! How about the three of us go?"
"Pfft!" Just as Flander finished speaking, the master, who was drinking tea, spat out a mouthful of tea.
"Cough cough cough, Flander, you..."
"Brother Flander, you're too shameless." Liu Erlong walked to the side, relieving Grandmaster's back, while looking at Flander with disdain. "Two Title Douluos and one Soul Douluo going to fight little monsters? You may not have any shame, but I do."
"Cough cough cough!"
Seeing the gazes of Grandmaster and the other two, Flander quickly coughed to cover his embarrassment, and turned his gaze to the side.
"Alright, Flander, you and Old Zhao are both Title Douluos, and even more so, Title Douluos who have condensed their soul cores. At your level, the gap between you is an insurmountable chasm. Even if Xiao Mo is strong, Wuji alone can hold him off. So, you can't possibly handle the other six? If you really lose, you might as well give up."
As soon as Grandmaster finished speaking, Flander was stunned. "Wait, didn't you mean for us to take turns?"
"Who said you should take turns?"
At this moment, Liu Erlong chimed in. "You know how monstrous Xiao Mo is, do you think I don't? If it were an ordinary Title Douluo, they might have been defeated by the eight of them. You're my older brother, would I let you lose face? Would I let you get tired?"
Hearing this, Flander breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"That's good. With Lao Zhao as the meat shield to draw fire, I can attack from the air. Hmm... I can take it easy and save energy."
Hearing Flander's words, Zhao Wuji next to him was stunned for a moment, then said with a bit of helplessness and a slight dissatisfaction, "Hey! Boss, I'm right here, why did you have to say it like that!"
"It's okay."
Flander waved his hand, then said to Zhao Wuji, "Lao Zhao, let's go, the exhibition match is about to start. Hahaha! Let those eight little monsters see how powerful we are."
Seeing Flander's smug look, Zhao Wuji also showed a contemptuous expression, "Boss, even if the two of us go together, one of us can still take on six people."
"So what?" Flander thought for a moment, then waved his hand indifferently, "You stop Mo, I'll deal with the remaining six who are thirty levels lower than me, surely I can win?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji poured cold water on him, "Boss, don't forget the meteorites that Mo pulled down, they can exhaust us to death."
"Eh..." Flander froze, then said uncertainly, "With an attack of that magnitude and range, Xiao Mo probably wouldn't just crowd the academy grounds, would he?"
He then shook his head, said "Never mind," and then, with a shrewd businessman's grin, looked at Liu Erlong and asked, "By the way, Erlong, did you collect any admission fees from the students? That's a considerable income!"
Liu Erlong rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Boss, are you short of money? I remember the Empire just gave you a grant."
Flander chuckled, "Hehe, might as well make some money." He then glanced at the sky outside and said, "It's about time. Old Zhao and I will go prepare."
He then left the office with Zhao Wuji, heading towards the academy's playground, leaving only Liu Erlong and Master.
"Xiao Gang, do you think Boss Flander can win?" Liu Erlong naturally linked arms with Master and asked.
"Flanders and his team will definitely win."
Grandmaster's lips curled slightly, then his words took a sharp turn, "But Xiao San and his team might make Flanders suffer a loss."
"Oh?"
Looking at Liu Erlong's puzzled and curious expression, Grandmaster explained, "Don't forget, Xiao Mo and Hong Jun still have their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Although Xiao Mo's Martial Soul has evolved, that doesn't mean the Martial Soul Fusion Skill has disappeared. With their current cultivation level, and with the amplification from Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, their strength is probably already very close to that of a level 91 Title Douluo."
"Then it seems that Flanders and his team might really suffer a loss."
"So what if they suffer a loss?" Grandmaster didn't care. "If that's the case, then he, a dignified Title Douluo, will have lost enough face. But in that case, it's not a big deal."
"That's true. But..." Suddenly, Liu Erlong's expression changed, "I think we should make Flanders suffer a greater loss in this exhibition match, otherwise, all this hard work over the past six months feels like a waste!"
"Hmm? What do you plan to do?"
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