Chapter 50: The Attacked Ning Rongrong

But when Yang Xiong finally found Zhao Wuji, he couldn't help but feel a little amused.

At that moment Zhao Wuji looked extremely miserable, his face bruised and swollen, apparently injured—but only superficially, and it seemed he just wanted to give Zhao Wuji a lesson.

Yang Xiong was also speechless; it was just a simple entrance assessment, how did it turn into a big‑on‑the‑small situation? Moreover, Zhao Wuji had clearly held back the whole time, merely testing the strength of a few newly enrolled students.

Zhao Wuji seemed a bit shy, also a little irritated: "Yang Xiong, isn't today your first day of enrollment? Why did you come looking for me?"

Yang Xiong quickly replied: "Teacher Zhao, I heard you're in charge of the academy's combat training; I'd like to receive your guidance."

Zhao Wuji said with some anger: "Flanders should have you bring your condition to its peak; tonight will be your first lesson, and you'll have to fight then as well."

Yang Xiong smiled: "Soul Grandmasters of the same rank can't pressure me much; I want to challenge stronger opponents, especially a master like Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Wuji said: "You'd better think it over; I'm not in a good mood today and want to vent. I might not be able to hold back and could hurt you, which would make today's lesson a bit troublesome for you."

Yang Xiong nodded: "Don't worry, Teacher Zhao; I won't delay the academy's schedule, and I already have a good idea of today's curriculum."

Zhao Wuji thought carefully: "Fine, I also want to spar, and you've come knocking, so don't blame me for being blunt."

After the discussion, the two went to the back‑mountain arena and fought.

Throughout the bout, even though Yang Xiong gave his all, fighting a Soul Saint like Zhao Wuji kept him suppressed almost the entire time. By the moment his soul power was completely drained—and his stamina exhausted—his body was riddled with all sorts of wounds, he looked rather miserable, and even his clothes were tattered.

Zhao Wuji, however, felt a bit reluctant: "Let's stop training here for today. Shall I arrange someone to treat you?"

Yang Xiong slumped on the ground: "Thank you, Teacher Zhao. My body and martial soul are rather special, and I have healing medicine on me, so it shouldn't delay tonight's lesson."

After speaking, Yang Xiong took some herbs from the Soul Guidance Device, swallowed them, and the wounds indeed eased.

Zhao Wuji shook his head: "You really are a Little Monster; your combat ability is excellent in every way, but you're too young and your Soul Power Level is far too low."

Yang Xiong said: "Teacher Zhao, could I ask you to guide me every day from now on?"

Zhao Wuji seemed puzzled: "Was today's lesson not enough for you? If I ever fail to hold back, you could end up crippled."

Yang Xiong laughed: "Thanks for your concern, Teacher Zhao. I have plenty of restorative herbs, so serious injury is unlikely, and besides, my martial soul is unique—it only grows stronger through constant combat."

"Of course, that was a bit hard on you, Teacher Zhao. Later I'll treat you to a meal at the restaurant."

Zhao Wuji shook his head: "Teaching students combat is my job at Shrek Academy, it's my duty. Shrek Academy forbids any profit‑based interaction between teachers and students, so no meals needed."

"But you, Little Monster, are odd; everyone else meditates in the dorm, yet you focus more on physical training. Aren't you afraid your soul power might fall behind later?"

Yang Xiong said: "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhao. This is my own cultivation method; it's normal for it to differ from others."

Zhao Wuji sighed and left the place.

Yang Xiong watched Zhao Wuji's figure and felt he was becoming more endearing; indeed, he's a truly sincere person, rare in not pursuing any gain.

After Zhao Wuji left, Yang Xiong found a water source nearby, took his custom iron bucket from the Soul Guidance Device, and immersed himself entirely in a Medicine Bath.

After each battle, especially after each injury, the Medicine Bath's effect improved greatly; Yang Xiong could even feel his body getting stronger.

Given Yang Xiong's current condition, he could recover quickly even without a Medicine Bath, but the bath seems to further stimulate his body, particularly his martial soul.

When Yang Xiong changed into clean clothes and returned to the dorm, Tang San was still meditating on his bed, and Oscar had not yet returned.

Clearly Tang San's nose was extremely keen: "Yang Xiong, I sense a certain medicinal scent on you. What's with your injuries—did you clash with someone?"

Yang Xiong smiled: "My wounds are fine; they're from the combat training with Teacher Zhao just now, and should heal quickly."

"As for the medicinal scent on me, I habitually take a Medicine Bath after each fight, so you needn't worry."

After hearing that, Tang San's face showed some curiosity, but they had only just met, so he kept his eyes closed and continued his cultivation.

Yang Xiong returned to his own bed and began meditating.

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Soon it was evening, and everyone gathered again on the arena.

But Flanders's expression seemed off: "Oscar, Ning Rongrong, have you both finished the twenty laps?"

Oscar replied: "Dean, I'm done."

Flanders snorted: "I asked both of you—Ning Rongrong, are you done too?"

Ning Rongrong seemed indifferent: "It's too far, I'm too hungry, I can't keep going."

Flanders's face showed a chill: "So you went alone to Suotuo City, wandered the commercial street there for a few rounds, and only just returned."

Ning Rongrong grew a bit angry: "You actually spied on me?"

Flanders laughed angrily: "As dean, I must watch over each of your safety, and you left the academy on your own, ignoring the assigned task; you're unfit to be an excellent Soul Grandmaster. On a battlefield, you'd already have faced military law."

Ning Rongrong said: "This is just a school, not a military camp, and these are merely trivial matters."

Flanders nodded: "To you it may be a trivial thing, but to me academy rules outrank everything. I'll give you two choices: pack up and leave, or prove you're determined to stay."

Yang Xiong, standing nearby, also watched Ning Rongrong's face, but he truly hoped she would turn and leave, so he could also depart this place.

Ning Rongrong seemed unusually angry: "You want me to go, Flanders—who do you think you are? You're nothing but a little Soul Saint."

Everyone around was startled by those words, even Dai Mubai's expression turned unusually solemn; clearly, a Soul Saint is indeed a master in the mixed world.

Flanders, however, appeared unusually calm: "Indeed, I am merely a small Soul Grandmaster, far inferior to your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, but you are now only a Great Soul Master. Even if you are the most gifted disciple of the Qibao Liuli Pagoda Weapon Soul in history, the gap between us is vast; among Soul Grandmasters we compare soul power, not influence. Since you disdain this place, then leave."

Flanders glanced at the crowd, especially at Yang Xiong: "Our Shrek Academy doesn't mind losing a student; anyone who violates academy rules may leave."

Ning Rongrong's whole spirit trembled: "Flanders, you dare—I've lived this long, and you're the first to speak to me like that."

Flanders gave a sly grin: "What's there I wouldn't dare? Shrek Academy is my domain; even the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect can't interfere. Your father can't bring you to heel, but I have no reservations. In my eyes, every trainee here surpasses you, and your powerful martial soul only shames them."

Ning Rongrong, angry, said: "You claim they're all stronger than me—how are they stronger?"

Flanders laughed: "Dai Mubai broke through to Soul Elder at thirteen, wielding a top‑tier Beast Soul White Tiger. Do you think you can reach Soul Elder before thirteen? Even if you're faster, his combat experience far exceeds yours."

"Tang San and Xiao Wu were already Level 29 at twelve, a level higher than your soul power. In terms of resources and cultivation environment, the two of them can't compare to you."

"As for the others, I see they're all striving to get stronger; even if their soul power is currently lower than yours, surpassing you in the future will be easy."

Ning Rongrong, a bit unwilling, said: "What about Oscar and Yang Xiong? Are they also stronger than me?"

Flanders replied: "You're completely mistaken. In terms of talent, Oscar even surpasses Dai Mubai. Have you ever seen a Food System Soul Grandmaster with Innate Full Soul Power?"

"As for Yang Xiong, although his soul power is lower than yours, his combat ability and physical condition are probably the strongest among all of you, even surpassing Dai Mubai. Moreover, his martial soul is unique and may forge a brand‑new path in the Soul Master World."

The people nearby were startled by this, all turning to look at Yang Xiong, especially Dai Mubai and Tang San, who were both very confident in their own combat abilities.

At this moment Ning Rongrong seemed unable to take the blow, and actually ran to the dormitory crying.

Yang Xiong, after watching Ning Rongrong leave, quickly said, "Dean, I'm going to check on Rong Rong; please wait a moment."

Single for two lifetimes, it's about time to find a girlfriend.

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(End of chapter)