pertwk Chapter 13 Boss Dai, be gentle...
Chapter 13 Boss Dai, be gentle...
On Shrek Academy's simple playground, a loud bell tolled, shattering the silence.
The bell's sound wasn't as crisp as the brass bells of ordinary academies; instead, it carried a dull, rumbling quality, like someone striking a broken bell with a hammer.
In fact, it does.
To save money, Flanders found a cracked clock at a junkyard, claiming it had historical significance.
Several people were already standing on the playground.
Dai Mubai stood with his hands in his pockets, his heterochromatic eyes half-closed, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.
Standing next to him was Ma Hongjun—the swelling on his face hadn't completely subsided, and he had a plaster on each cheek, making him look like a flattened bun.
Upon seeing Ye Chen approach, Ma Hongjun instinctively shrank back and took a half-step behind Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai noticed Ma Hongjun's reaction, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.
Tang San arrived a step earlier than Ye Chen and was talking to Oscar. Oscar was holding a sausage, munching on it and gesturing as he spoke, while Tang San listened politely.
Zhu Zhuqing stood alone in the corner of the playground, her black leather jacket tightly wrapped around her body, her long hair hanging down her shoulders, her arms crossed, her gaze coldly fixed on the ground, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
Ning Rongrong stood not far from Zhu Zhuqing, secretly observing her, seemingly wanting to strike up a conversation, but unsure of what to say.
"Is everyone here?"
A voice came from the other end of the playground.
Flander walked to the center of the playground with his hands behind his back, stood there casually, and the invisible pressure he exuded silenced everyone.
"Welcome to Shrek Academy." Flander glanced around, his voice not loud, but everyone heard him clearly. "The fact that you passed the test proves you are monsters among monsters. But—"
He then changed the subject.
"Even monsters have their rules. In my classes, there are no fancy tricks, no theoretical lessons, and no boring hours sitting in a classroom listening to me read. There is only one thing—practice."
Everyone looked at each other.
Flander held up one finger: "The first lesson is simple—sparring with each other."
The rules are as follows.
"You'll be paired up for a match, with the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Don't go all out, but don't hold back either. I'll score your performance; those who fail—"
He paused for a moment, a malicious smile creeping onto his lips.
"Practice until midnight."
Ma Hongjun's face turned even paler.
Flanders began reading the group list:
"Match 1: Dai Mubai vs. Ma Hongjun."
Ma Hongjun's legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.
He instinctively looked at Dai Mubai, who also looked at him, his heterochromatic eyes showing no sympathy.
"Second match: Tang San vs. Xiao Wu."
Tang San nodded slightly, while Xiao Wu pouted, "Little San, I won't hold back."
Tang San smiled wryly: "Me too."
"Match 3: Ye Chen vs. Zhu Zhuqing."
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow slightly.
He subconsciously looked at Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing happened to look over as well, her cold eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.
I'd like to see just how strong you are.
Ye Chen's heart stirred; this was exactly what he wanted!
"Fourth match: Ning Rongrong vs. Oscar."
Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar curiously: "What is your martial soul?"
Oscar chuckled, flipped his right hand, and a pink sausage appeared from his palm, steaming hot: "Food-type Martial Soul, Restoration Sausage. Want one? Handmade, freshly made—"
"Disgusting." Ning Rongrong's face stiffened, and she took two steps back.
Oscar's smile froze on his face.
Flanders clapped his hands.
"Don't think I'm joking." Flander's voice turned cold. "If you don't play well, don't even think about having lunch today."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Ye Chen was secretly excited.
Facing Zhu Zhuqing is a good opportunity to gather energy.
He had already tasted the sweetness of the princess carry before—Zhu Zhuqing's energy value jumped by 6%.
Even if it's just fist and foot contact, this direct confrontation can accumulate a lot of experience.
He glanced at Ning Rongrong.
The fourth match is between Ning Rongrong and Oscar, but if he takes the initiative to talk to Ning Rongrong during the free battle, he should be able to gather her energy.
perfect.
"First match, begin." Flander waved his hand.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stood in the center of the field.
Ma Hongjun swallowed hard: "Boss Dai, be gentle..."
Dai Mubai didn't speak, but directly released his martial soul—White Tiger Possession. Three spirit rings rose beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple.
"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Blazing Light Wave."
Without any fancy moves, Dai Mubai simply raised his hand and fired a shot.
Ma Hongjun screamed as he was blasted away, rolling three times on the ground before landing face-first.
"Get up," Dai Mubai said coldly.
Ma Hongjun got up, his nose bleeding profusely, and the swelling on his face that had just subsided started to rise again.
"Phoenix Possession!" Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth and released his martial soul. The wings of the Evil Fire Phoenix spread behind him, and two yellow soul rings rose. "Second Soul Skill, Phoenix Reborn! First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
The flame rays shot straight towards Dai Mubai's face.
Dai Mubai didn't even dodge. The White Tiger Protective Barrier formed a light shield on his body, and the flames that hit it didn't even leave a mark.
The next second, Dai Mubai appeared in front of Ma Hongjun and punched him in the stomach.
"vomit--"
Ma Hongjun bent over like a shrimp and knelt on the ground.
"Continue." Dai Mubai said expressionlessly.
Ma Hongjun cried, "Boss Dai, I admit defeat, okay...?"
"No way." Dai Mubai grabbed him and lifted him up. "Dean Flander said no slack is allowed."
Another few punches and kicks.
Ma Hongjun's face turned completely swollen; he had been beaten even worse by Ye Chen.
Xiao Wu frowned, "Does Dai Mubai have a grudge against Fatty?"
Ye Chen shook his head: "It's not that we have a grudge, it's just that Dai Mubai... takes everything he does very seriously."
Tang San nodded thoughtfully.
After the incense stick burned out, Ma Hongjun lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud.
Flander wrote something on the paper, his face expressionless: "First match over. Next match, Tang San vs. Xiao Wu."
Tang San and Xiao Wu stood in the center of the arena.
The two faced each other, five steps apart.
"Little San, I won't hold back." Xiao Wu flexed her wrists, releasing her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul, and two yellow spirit rings lit up.
Tang San smiled wryly: "Me too."
Blue Silver Grass spread out from Tang San's feet, surging towards Xiao Wu like a swarm of snakes.
Xiao Wu flashed, moving with incredible speed, instantly bypassing the Blue Silver Grass's blockade and appearing beside Tang San with her first soul skill, Waist Bow!
Tang San was prepared. He used his Xuan Yu Hand to block the attack and then used the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique to deflect most of Xiao Wu's momentum.
The two exchanged blows, fighting back and forth with equal intensity.
Ye Chen watched from the sidelines, secretly comparing the two situations in his mind.
All three of them grew up at Notting College, and they knew the moves inside and out.
Tang San has strong control over his Blue Silver Grass, but Xiao Wu's speed and gentle techniques are a perfect counter to him.
Tang San's Tang Clan martial arts are exquisite, but Xiao Wu's close-quarters combat skills are also quite impressive.
In the end, Tang San won by a narrow margin—he used the Crane Control Dragon Capture technique to throw Xiao Wu away, and the Blue Silver Grass took the opportunity to wrap around her ankle.
Xiao Wu pouted, unconvinced: "You cheated, you little brat."
Tang San smiled wryly: "How did I cheat?"
"You're cheating." Xiao Wu snorted, got up from the ground, dusted off her skirt, and ran to Ye Chen's side, taking his arm.
"The third match is between Ye Chen and Zhu Zhuqing," Flander's voice rang out.