svetikya Chapter 12: Aren't monsters at least invincible at their own level? How come I lost to one at t
Chapter 12: Aren't monsters at least invincible at their own level? How come I lost to one at t
Li Yusong stood at the door, almost dropping the long stick in his hand.
He stared wide-eyed at Zhao Wuji, who had been slammed into the crater, his mouth opened but he couldn't utter a single word.
Oscar stood next to him, his face filled with disbelief.
"Teacher Zhao... Teacher Zhao..."
Oscar stammered as he spoke.
"You've already lost?"
Li Yusong did not answer; his mind was blank.
Zhao Wuji, a level 76 Soul Saint, is Shrek Academy's second strongest fighter, second only to Dean Flander.
Normally, he could walk around Soto with impunity, and everyone would give him a wide berth.
But now?
He was beaten to the ground and couldn't get up by a young man who looked to be under thirty.
From beginning to end, Zhao Wuji was constantly being beaten.
They were powerless to fight back.
"How is this possible..."
Li Yusong muttered to himself.
He cultivated for most of his life, only reaching the sixth-ring Soul Emperor level in his sixties. Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, was much stronger, a level seventy-six Soul Saint, who once escaped from sixteen Soul Emperor-level bishops. Such a feat was renowned throughout the entire Soul Master world.
But today, Zhao Wuji was crushed by an opponent of the same level.
He glanced at the young man with long, lake-blue hair fluttering in the wind standing by the pit, then at the burly man in the pit, covered in frost and unable to move, and his throat bobbed.
"What kind of monster is this guy...?"
Across the street, Xiao Wu watched as Zhao Wuji was knocked into the pit and instinctively grabbed Tang San's arm.
"Third Brother..."
She turned her head and looked at Tang San.
Tang San's face looked very pale.
His brows were furrowed tightly, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Wuji in the pit, with an indescribable emotion in his gaze.
Disappointment, no, not just disappointment, but also anger.
"Third Brother, are you alright?"
Xiao Wu asked cautiously.
Tang San didn't answer, thinking to himself, "Isn't Shrek Academy only for monsters? A monster should at least be invincible at their level, right? Even if they can't win, they shouldn't be beaten like this, right?"
Xiao Wu looked at his expression, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"Third Brother... should we still join this academy?"
Tang San remained silent for a moment. He remembered Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's words. Yu Xiaogang must have had a reason for sending him to Shrek Academy. Therefore, even though Zhao Wuji and the others did not perform as well as those from another Shrek Academy, Tang San still chose to join.
Tang San gritted his teeth.
"want."
Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment.
"But……"
"One win or loss doesn't prove anything."
Tang San's tone returned to calm.
"Which academy hasn't lost before? The key is overall strength."
As he said this, his gaze involuntarily drifted again to Zhao Wuji in the pit.
Zhao Wuji had not yet gotten up.
Wu Changkong stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at Zhao Wuji, his cold face still expressionless.
With a slight tremor of his Heavenly Frost Sword, the tip of the sword lifted a money pouch hanging from Zhao Wuji's waist.
The money bag was bulging and heavy, clearly containing a lot of money.
The money pouch was lifted by the sword tip, arcing through the air before landing steadily in Wu Changkong's hand.
Wu Changkong weighed the money bag in his hand, looked at Zhao Wuji in the pit, and spoke coldly.
"If that's all you've got, don't try to stir up trouble like others."
"Consider this your apology."
Zhao Wuji lay in the pit, watching his money bag being taken away. He was so angry that his chest heaved and he couldn't help but cough a few times.
"Cough cough cough—"
The cough aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.
His body was covered with sword marks, which, though not deep, each one exuded a chilling aura.
The chill had seeped into his body through the wound, coursing through his meridians and making his soul power flow extremely sluggish.
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, trying to get up, but his arms went limp again after bracing himself against the ground.
"Damn it..."
He muttered a curse under his breath.
"This chill... it's fucking annoying."
Zhao Wuji was tough and resilient, with top-tier defense among his peers. However, Wu Changkong's attacks, those icy blue sword threads, were relentless and impossible to defend against.
Zhao Wuji was quite wary of Wu Changkong, a young man, because neither he nor his opponent had released their Martial Soul True Form.
He took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and called out to Oscar.
"Oscar! Sausage!"
Oscar quickly snapped out of his daze, ran to the edge of the pit, and handed it over with a sausage in his hand.
"Teacher Zhao, here you go!"
Zhao Wuji took the sausage and swallowed it in a few bites.
As soon as the sausage entered my stomach, a warm current flowed through my entire body, the pain in my wound lessened somewhat, and my soul power began to slowly recover.
But the chill in his body remained stubborn and could not be dispelled by a single recovery sausage.
Zhao Wuji supported himself on the ground and slowly sat up, panting heavily.
"Oscar should hire a medical soul master."
His voice was somewhat weak.
"what?"
Oscar paused for a moment.
"Go quickly!"
Zhao Wuji glared at him.
"Okay, okay!"
Oscar nodded repeatedly, then quickly disappeared from Zhao Wuji's sight.
Zhao Wuji leaned against the pit wall, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily.
That chill was still lingering inside him.
At this moment, Tang San and Xiao Wu had already walked up to Li Yusong.
Li Yusong sat at the door, watching the two teenagers walk over, his expression somewhat gloomy.
He thought the two men were there to cause trouble.
After all, their academy had just lost face in front of everyone; Zhao Wuji had been beaten down, his money bag had been stolen, and he couldn't even fight back.
At a time like this, who would think this college is reliable?
"What are you two doing?"
Li Yusong's tone was not friendly.
Tang San looked at Li Yusong with a calm expression.
"Sign up."
Li Yusong was stunned for a moment.
"Sign up?"
He looked Tang San up and down, then glanced at Xiao Wu, and frowned.
"Didn't you just come from the other side?"
Tang San nodded, his expression slightly unnatural.
"The other side... doesn't want me."
Li Yusong raised an eyebrow.
"You don't want me? Why?"
Tang San paused for a moment before speaking.
"I guess they look down on my Blue Silver Grass martial soul."
"Blue Silver Grass?"
"Um."
Upon hearing this answer, Li Yusong's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Looking down on Blue Silver Grass?"
He glanced at the brand-new college across the street, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"That academy across the street, didn't they say they train ordinary people into monsters? Didn't they say low-entry, high-exit, and high-entry, excellent-exit? What, they won't accept Blue Silver Grass anymore?"
His voice was very soft, only Tang San and Xiao Wu could hear it, because if he spoke louder, he was worried that Wu Changkong would come over and beat him up.
Li Yusong withdrew his gaze, looked at Tang San, and his expression softened somewhat.
"Come on, put your hand out."
Tang San stretched out his hand.
Li Yusong grasped Tang San's wrist and began to feel the bones.
This is Shrek Academy's rule: applicants must be no older than twelve and have a soul power level of at least level twenty-one.
"Age is within the acceptable range."
He released his grip and pointed to the crystal ball on the table.
"Let's test your soul power."
Tang San placed his hand on the crystal ball and channeled his soul power into it.
The crystal ball lit up, its light dazzling.
"Level 29."
Li Yusong nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
"qualified."
He picked up a pen, wrote down Tang San's information on the paper, and then pointed to the money box next to him.
"Put in ten gold soul coins."
Tang San glanced at the money box, his lips twitching. They were already in such a sorry state, yet they still insisted on getting money. He was already giving them face by going in.
However, Tang San still took out his money pouch from his pocket, counted out ten gold soul coins, and put them into the money box.
Xiao Wu also took out ten gold soul coins and put them in.
Li Yusong nodded and handed them two wooden plaques.
"Go in."
Tang San took the wooden plaque and stepped into the dilapidated Shrek Academy.
Tang San didn't look back in Wu Changkong's direction. He was determined to make Shrek Academy regret their decision.
At that moment, a figure dressed in a gray robe stood quietly in the crowd.
The man looked to be in his forties, with a full beard and an unkempt appearance. His gaze lingered on Wu Changkong for a long time, passing through the crowd.
The man in the gray robe watched for a while, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.