Zhao Wuji's face darkened: "Who?"
However, there was no response, as if waiting for him to come out.
Zhao Wuji looked alert. Before coming to Shrek Academy, he was somewhat famous on the continent and had quite a few enemies. This sudden voice must have come from a formidable opponent.
As a seventy-sixth-level Soul Saint, he could sense everything within a hundred-meter radius, but before the voice rang out, he hadn't detected anything unusual. This made Zhao Wuji realize that the opponent's strength was no less than his own.
Zhao Wuji stood up, his eyes flashing with cold light.
Whoosh!
Zhao Wuji leaped directly out of the window, quickly moving away from Shrek Academy.
If Zhao Wuji had known what was going to happen later, he would never have left Shrek even if it killed him, but there are no 'ifs.'
Soon, Zhao Wuji arrived in a nearby forest.
Zhao Wuji wasn't the type to shrink away. He was the Unmoving Ming King, and he had quite a temper. The events of the day had left him very frustrated. Now that he had an opponent, it was the perfect opportunity to fully exert himself and vent a little.
Zhao Wuji looked around coldly: "Come out, I want to see who you are."
As Zhao Wuji spoke, seven Soul Rings appeared around him, his aura fully unleashed, and he said in a deep voice: "You're very unlucky; I'm very angry today, and you chose today to find me."
Bang!
A black figure jumped down from a tree, landing steadily. He was cloaked in black, making it hard to see his face. However, from his build, it appeared to be a tall man.
"Who are you? I have many enemies, state your name!"
Behind Zhao Wuji, the Mighty Vajra Bear appeared almost solid, roaring with a wild aura, intimidating without anger.
However, the man did not answer, but walked forward step by step, with Soul Rings descending from above his head, encircling his body.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...
When the eighth Soul Ring fell, Zhao Wuji became unsettled, his expression turning extremely serious, but it wasn't over yet!
The last Soul Ring, a red one, descended from above the man's head, rotating at the top of his body.
Hiss!!
Zhao Wuji's face changed drastically!
Nine Soul Rings, Titled Douluo!
And the ninth Soul Ring was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!
The previously calm and aggressive Zhao Wuji was suddenly panicking inside.
As a Giant Hammer appeared in the man's right hand, Zhao Wuji felt an overwhelming pressure, his heart pounding with fear.
Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Wuji's face. He quickly bowed and said respectfully, "I don't know which senior it is, please don't joke with me."
Zhao Wuji had many enemies, but none of them were Titled Douluo.
The man said flatly, "I'm here to have a fight with you."
Zhao Wuji's face immediately turned even worse. He said with a bitter smile, "Senior, how can I be worthy of fighting you? In front of a Titled Douluo, I'm just a small Soul Saint."
"So what if you're a Soul Saint? Today, I just want to bully you. When you bullied those kids during the day, why didn't you stick to your status? Now, let me bully you. You can also see it as me exploiting the weak."
As the man finished speaking, Zhao Wuji was instantly filled with panic. With every step the man took, his heart grew heavier.
...
At this time, Ye Yu was doing weighted runs around Shrek Academy for ten laps, preparing to go back to rest.
As he passed by the forest, he heard rumblings, the explosive sound of force, and screams.
Bam bam bam...
Rumble...
"Ah ah ah..."
The constant screams were so frequent they made anyone listening feel pain.
"These screams are..."
Ye Yu quickly recognized them as Zhao Wuji's.
Ye Yu couldn't help but laugh, sighing lightly, "A seven-foot man, why is he crying out in pain in the middle of the night?"
Ye Yu felt much more relieved; during the day he had beaten Zhao Wuji, and now Tang Hao was beating him at night.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji was being beaten by Tang Hao with bare hands, screaming constantly. He couldn't last even half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
On the side, Flande could only watch helplessly, knowing that the opponent wouldn't kill him, just teach Zhao Wuji a lesson.
Zhao Wuji was beaten black and blue, his speech slurred.
"Your Majesty, is it enough? I... I got beaten during the day too, isn't that even enough?"
Zhao Wuji said pitifully, Tang Hao's strength was terrifying, even without using a Martial Soul, he beat him so badly.
Tang Hao snorted lightly, "His brothers couldn't stand it and fought you with all they had. As his father, I naturally need to teach you a lesson too."
"Yes yes, Your Majesty is right, I deserved it." Zhao Wuji was on the verge of tears, thinking how unlucky he was.
He had thought the day was unlucky enough, but now he realized the night was even worse.
Zhao Wuji also recalled the sympathetic look Ye Yu had previously given him. Could it be that Ye Yu already knew Tang San's father's true identity?
Tang Hao turned and left, leaving a parting remark.
"You should be thankful that Xiao Yu's parents aren't here. I can assure you, his mother or father wouldn't be any weaker than me. If it were them, you might be in an even worse state."
Tang Hao couldn't help but recall the scene when Ye Yu lost control earlier, the extreme evil aura emanating from Ye Yu's left arm shook him.
The Dragon Arm and Dragon Claw with black Dragon Scales were also extremely powerful, displaying terrifying strength even when the Martial Soul had just awakened.
This kind of power definitely came from Ye Yu's mother or father, so Tang Hao was sure that Ye Yu's parents were indeed not ordinary individuals.
That evil, pure evil, must be from an even more ruthless character.
Zhao Wuji shuddered upon hearing this, cursing inside at his bad luck.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji was thankful: "At least only Tang San's father came."
Zhao Wuji now knew the opponent's identity, and any thoughts of personal vengeance in future practical classes vanished completely.
Flande said, "Don't blame me for not helping you; there's no way I could. Even if I fought, I'd get beaten too, after all, he even dared to fight the Pope."
Zhao Wuji could only admit his misfortune: "I brought this upon myself."
Zhao Wuji swore in his heart never to participate in the fourth trial again.
Flande helped the limping Zhao Wuji back to the academy. Upon returning, Flande woke up Oscar and asked him to make a Recovery Sausage.
The next morning.
Ye Yu and Tang San got up early, as they had become accustomed to doing.
After waking up Oscar and the others, Ye Yu and the group went to the dining hall.
At this moment, they brushed past a man with a pig-like face.
Oscar asked suspiciously, "Hmm? Who are you? A new teacher at the academy?"
The man didn't answer, covering his face as he walked away quickly.
Oscar laughed, "That guy's face is swollen like a pig's head, hahaha..."
After the man walked away, he heard the laughter and ground his teeth in anger, clenching his fists but unable to say anything.
He couldn't let the students recognize him, or it would be even more embarrassing.
Ye Yu obviously knew that the man whose face was swollen like a pig's head was Zhao Wuji.
Ye Yu sighed inwardly, "Looks like he got beaten even worse than I imagined."