Chapter 91: Knocked Down and Job Done

The more tense Dai Mubai's spirit became, the more exhausted he felt; soon, all his phantom clones vanished.

Dai Mubai's figure also began to sway unsteadily, his tiger claws swiping wildly as if he had just been through a great battle.

"Come out... give... me... come out!" Dai Mubai's intermittent voice drifted over.

"I'm right here, come over and hit me." Shi Quan's voice came from directly in front.

Dai Mubai shook his head, forcing his eyes to look ahead. Seeing Shi Quan less than five meters away, his aura erupted suddenly, his legs crouched, and he lunged forward.

That's right, everything just now was an act. He was indeed exhausted, but he hadn't reached his limit yet. He was also certain that Shi Quan's ability was to weaken his consciousness and make him tired; if he let it drag on, he would surely lose.

So, he deliberately feigned an inability to hold on to lure Shi Quan out.

However, reality ultimately dealt him a heavy blow; the fierce tiger pouncing on its prey ended up pouncing on nothing.

The tiger claws, radiating a cold light, chased after the retreating Shi Quan, only to eventually dissipate into points of light.

"Did you see wrong? I'm right here." Shi Quan's voice sounded again, and his figure reappeared five meters in front of Dai Mubai.

How could Shi Quan not be clear about Dai Mubai's state? Using such a clumsy scheme to lure him out—did he really take him for an idiot?

Wasn't he just running his mouth earlier?

Now that the roles were reversed, let's see who could outplay whom.

Dai Mubai attacked again, his movements slower than before. As Shi Quan dodged, his voice sounded once more, "You're not doing so well, are you? How long have you lasted? Is your body too weak? Why don't you let those two girlfriends of yours brew some tonic for you to recover?"

Hearing Shi Quan's words, Dai Mubai felt a surge of anger, but his body refused to obey. Every time he moved, he felt as if his body weighed a thousand pounds; he just wanted to lie down and sleep well.

Seeing it was about time, while Dai Mubai was distracted, Shi Quan flashed in front of him and landed two heavy punches on his eye sockets. Dai Mubai instantly collapsed, unable to get up; it was unclear whether he had been knocked out by Shi Quan or had simply fallen asleep.

Only those panda eyes were exceptionally prominent.

Shi Quan's strength was not small, and he had put effort into those two punches. Even if he consumed Oscar's Big Sausage, those panda eyes would take two days to recover.

"Knocked down, job done." Shi Quan clapped his hands and flashed a smile toward Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing chuckled, immediately understanding that Shi Quan had thrown those two punches to vent her frustration.

"Dean, if he's not convinced, I can hit him harder next time, guaranteed he won't be able to get out of bed."

"Ahem."

Flender appeared beside Dai Mubai and helped him up. After checking his condition and seeing he was fine, he coughed twice and continued, "No need. This is the first time I've seen a spirit-type martial soul like yours. Your Second Soul Skill should be releasing illusions, and your First Soul Skill isn't just about making people's reactions sluggish, right?"

Shi Quan nodded, "My First Soul Skill can release an aura that makes people within its range feel mentally exhausted. The longer they stay, the stronger the effect."

"An area-of-effect soul skill? Is this a hundred-year soul skill? Not a thousand-year? Or ten-thousand-year?" Flender widened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief.

"Of course this isn't a hundred-year soul skill..." Shi Quan thought to himself. The soul rings of his Spirit Soul martial soul were all uniformly silver; the colors currently displayed were all disguised by Xiaomeng.

How could his soul skills be compared to ordinary ones? The strength of the soul skills brought by Xiaomeng was calculated based on Shi Quan's Mental Power. If converted into years, the true effect of each of the three soul skills of the Spirit Soul martial soul was at least comparable to a soul ring of over five thousand years.

"Mental exhaustion? Illusions? Taken separately, they are both auxiliary-type soul skills. These two skills combined do indeed have a certain combat capability."

Although Flender found it incredible, after thinking about it seriously, he felt it might be due to Shi Quan's martial soul, and he nodded.

Shi Quan had solved Dai Mubai, who was six levels higher in soul power than him, without even using his Third Soul Skill, which showed how bizarre his abilities were.

Most importantly, Shi Quan also possessed the ability to fly, and judging from Zhao Wuji's feedback yesterday, Shi Quan also seemed unaffected by gravity.

Taking all this into account, although Shi Quan was an Auxiliary Soul Master, his actual combat power was not at all weaker than a Strong Attack System Spirit Master of the same level. Relying on his flight ability, unless countered, Shi Quan could remain undefeated against most Spirit Masters.

"Body martial soul Spirit Soul? What kind of martial soul is this? Unheard of. It's actually this strong. Compared to this group of little monsters, he is the real little monster."

Flender's eyes shone with light as he said, "Zhuang Zhou, your martial soul is very special. You will attend classes in the evening just like them. As for you two..."

Flender looked at Ning Rongrong and Oscar, "Ning Rongrong, you were quite right just now; physical strength is very important for an Auxiliary Soul Master. So, your lesson today is physical training. From now on, run twenty laps around the entire village. You may use your own martial soul to assist."

"Running?" Ning Rongrong frowned at Flender.

"What? Is there a problem?" Flender looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Running has relatively limited benefits for improving physical fitness. Does the academy not have other, more comprehensive physical training methods?" At the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, Ning Rongrong did physical training every day and was long accustomed to it, but she had almost never run.

"More comprehensive physical training?" Flender frowned. In his view, running was the best way to train physical fitness; it could not only train endurance but also speed, which should be the best training method for an Auxiliary Soul Master.

"That's right. Running is fine for a warm-up, but for physical training, doesn't the academy have more systematic and professional training?"

"Tell me, what is more professional and systematic training?" Flender looked at Ning Rongrong, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Hearing Flender say this, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel disappointed. She looked at the surrounding environment, "It's one thing that the educational resources are poor, but the educational standard also seems low. I really don't know how you gathered these geniuses together. Is it just by reputation?"

Hearing Ning Rongrong belittle the academy and his educational level in front of everyone, Flender's face instantly darkened, "Ning Rongrong, if you think the academy is no good, you are free to leave."

Ning Rongrong laughed, a laugh that made people feel a bit uneasy.

"What? Flender, I can't even speak my mind? Do you not have any self-awareness about what your academy is like? Being this poor, how can you properly guide students to unleash their potential? I came here because I heard of your academy's reputation. I came here to find stronger partners and to make myself stronger, but in fact, the level of Shrek Academy is not much different from most academies, and it's even lower. The reason you have your current reputation is just by relying on you few minor Spirit Saints and Soul Emperors to barely make the name of 'monsters' ring out, right?"

Hearing Ning Rongrong belittle the academy as worthless, the expressions of Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Oscar all changed.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, anger finally appeared in Flender's eyes, but he held it back, "Since you feel Shrek Academy cannot teach you well, then please leave. Shrek also does not welcome students who do not recognize the academy."

Ning Rongrong sneered, "It's bad, and you won't let people say it? You want to drive me away? Since I've come, I'll leave whenever I want."

Flender smiled coldly, "This academy is my territory, and I have the final say. Tang San, Xiao Wu."

"Dean." Tang San and Xiao Wu responded.

Flender said, "The two of you, pack up Ning Rongrong's things from her room and send her away. If she resists, just tie her up and throw her out."

"Flender, you dare let them lay a hand on me? It seems you must have received a letter from my father, right?" Ning Rongrong's expression remained completely calm, "As long as you dare to throw me out, I will immediately return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and have my Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo come and tear down your fraudulent academy directly, so that there will be no more Shrek in this world. If you don't believe me, you can try."

Fury flickered in the depths of Flender's eyes, and his chest heaved violently with anger. He had not expected Ning Rongrong to be so clever as to guess that he had received a letter from Ning Fengzhi. Although he had stayed in Soto City for years and ignored worldly affairs, he had heard of the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He believed that if Ning Rongrong said it, she could definitely do it.

He had thought he had a trump card, but he hadn't expected Shrek to have welcomed such a formidable figure.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Flender's anger soared to the heavens, but he could only endure it. He had to swallow his pride and say, "Then tell me, where is my teaching problematic? Running can train physical strength, endurance, and your speed. How is such training not professional? How is it not good? If you can't give me one, two, three reasons, even if it means offending the two titled experts, I will have to discipline you properly today."

Ning Rongrong said disdainfully, "Running is categorized by distance into long-distance and short-distance, and by speed into jogging and sprinting. You told us to run twenty laps around the village before noon; long-distance with a time limit means there are also certain requirements for speed. Although I don't know the specific distance, the focus of your training is nothing more than physical strength and endurance. Such training is slow to take effect and not very effective. It would be better to just hold a horse stance; it takes less time and the training effect is even better.

Even if you don't know about horse stances, you could completely use a weighted method, having us run fast within a certain distance and slow within a certain distance, repeating in cycles. This would not only consume physical strength quickly, but the training effect would also be better. Your method of simply running a certain distance within a certain time is the most time-consuming and least effective training method."

Flender's brows were tightly locked; he found himself unable to refute what Ning Rongrong said for a moment...