Chapter 21: Let Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu compete as a pair!
Du Weiren stood in front of his desk, a freshly printed report in his hand. He didn't sit down, his back ramrod straight.
"Viren, the freshman assessment hasn't even started yet, what brings you here?" Yan Shaozhe blew on the foam on his tea and took a leisurely sip.
Du Weilen took a deep breath and handed over the report:
"Dean, something terrible has happened. Today, Class 9 of the freshmen was holding a class leader selection in the Soul Arena, and the Netherworld White Tiger appeared."
Yan Shaozhe paused, then put down the teapot:
"Netherworld White Tiger? People from the Dai and Zhu families of the Star Luo Empire? What's so strange about that? Every generation has a few who come to Shrek Academy, so it's normal for them to be able to use a Martial Soul Fusion Technique."
"But Dean, their soul power levels… exceed our expectations."
Duvelen swallowed hard.
"Dai Huabin, eleven years old, was level 32 when he first came to register, and he is now level 33. Zhu Lu has also broken through from level 25 to level 26."
"An eleven-year-old at level thirty-three?" Yan Shaozhe's expression finally changed.
He stroked his beard, lost in thought.
"He is indeed a rare genius. Even within the inner Academy, his talent is top-tier. What extraordinary encounter has this kid had?"
"Not only that."
Du Weilen's voice rose a few decibels, his hands gripping the edge of the table.
"When they were surrounded and attacked by the whole class in the Soul Arena and faced a desperate situation, the Netherworld White Tiger they unleashed grew wings."
Yan Shaozhe's hand trembled suddenly, and the purple clay teapot hit the table with a dull thud.
A few drops of scalding hot tea splashed out, but he completely ignored them.
He suddenly stood up, his white robe billowing even without wind.
"Wings? Are you sure you didn't see wrong?" Yan Shaozhe's voice was a little tense, and he spoke very quickly.
"Absolutely true. I was watching from the sidelines at the time."
Du Weilen nodded emphatically.
"Their wings, one black and one white, were a full ten meters wide. Moreover, they unleashed a brand-new soul skill, 'Netherworld White Tiger Strike,' which destroyed everyone's defenses in a single strike. Its power even reached the level of a Soul King."
Yan Shaozhe braced his hands on the table, and it took him a long time to recover.
It's been ten thousand years.
The Shrek Academy's records clearly state that Dai Mubai, the God of War, and Zhu Zhuqing, the God of Speed, two of the original Shrek Seven Devils, cultivated the fusion of their martial souls to the extreme after consuming Immortal Herbs, which allowed the Netherworld White Tiger to evolve into wings.
Now, two eleven-year-old children, at the age of three, have reached this stage without the help of the Immortal Herb.
"This is beyond what genius can describe."
Yan Shaozhe walked around the desk and paced back and forth in the room, his steps hurried.
"Perfect compatibility... This means that these two people not only complement each other with their martial spirits, but their souls have also reached a high degree of resonance."
This is extremely rare in the history of Shrek.
Du Weilen added from the side:
"I also noticed that Dai Huabin is extremely arrogant. He challenged the entire class and wagered that little girl from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. This cunning and audacity is completely unlike that of an eleven-year-old boy."
"It's good to be arrogant. How can you be called a genius without pride?"
Yan Shaozhe waved his hand, turned around, walked to the window, and opened it. On the playground of the Foreign Languages Department, many freshmen were walking in groups.
"Viren." Yan Shaozhe suddenly turned around.
"Yes, Dean."
"Keep a close eye on Dai Huabin. I want to personally observe his performance during the freshman assessment."
Yan Shaozhe paused, his tone becoming very serious.
"Also, please arrange for Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu to participate in the freshman assessment three months from now!"
"Don't worry, Dean, I will personally arrange the group assignments for the new students' assessments."
Du Weiren said.
Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu can unleash a mutated Netherworld White Tiger; such talent cannot be measured by ordinary standards.
More importantly, these two are direct descendants of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and the Netherworld Duke's Mansion.
For thousands of years, these two great families of the Star Luo Empire have been closely linked with Shrek Academy.
No matter how arrogant Dai Huabin is or how domineering his methods are, his stance is absolutely correct.
With proper training, they will undoubtedly become the backbone of the Martial Soul system and Shrek Academy in the future.
After Du Weilun left, Yan Shaozhe sat back down on the mahogany chair.
He picked up his teacup, blew away the steam from the water, and was in a great mood.
"What a pleasant surprise. It seems that there will be two more pre-selected spots for the Shrek Seven Devils reserve team this generation."
Yan Shaozhe muttered to himself, his face full of pleasure.
...
Meanwhile, at Shrek Square.
The midday sun was scorching, baking the ground until it emitted white smoke.
Zhou Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class One, was wearing her unchanging gray cloth robe and holding a black pointer, standing at the edge of the track with a fierce expression.
"Haven't you eaten yet! Running so slowly, you might as well just pack your bags and go back to your hometown!"
Zhou Yi's voice echoed across the playground.
On the playground, all the freshmen in Class One were wearing heavy iron suits, sweating profusely, their steps unsteady, like machines about to fall apart.
Huo Yuhao, carrying the iron armor on his back, gritted his teeth, sweat blurring his vision, and he didn't even have the strength to wipe it.
With each breath, his lungs ache like they're being pumped by a bellows.
Zhou Yi's temper is outrageously bad today.
She happened to bump into Mu Jin that morning.
Mu Jin, who is usually overshadowed by her, is beaming today and walks with a swagger.
She made some inquiries and learned that two students in Mu Jin's class were able to use the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, and that the two of them defeated more than twenty people.
With students like these, no Academy could compete with Zhou Yi's own class. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Zhou Yi turned around and vented all her anger on the freshmen in Class One.
"Hurry up! The last-place student is expelled!" Zhou Yi slammed her pointer hard on the ground, making a loud bang.
...
Let's switch our focus back to Class 9 of the freshmen program.
The morning theory class has just ended.
To be honest, Mu Jin's lecture was a mess. She spent the entire class suppressing her overwhelming joy, her mind not on the textbook at all, but only on praising Dai Huabin.
As soon as the bell rang, none of the students in Class 9 dared to move, and they all secretly glanced at Dai Huabin sitting in the back row.
Ning Tian stood up from the front row and straightened her light yellow pleated skirt.
She walked straight to Dai Huabin's table, her gait elegant, her every move exuding the composure of a great sect's heir.
"Squad leader, how about I treat you to lunch to celebrate your new appointment?"
Ning Tian extended the invitation in a generous and open manner.
Dai Huabin was lounging in his chair, casually playing with a strand of Zhu Lu's long hair with his left hand.
Zhu Lu lay obediently on the desk next to him, like a well-fed cat, letting him do whatever he wanted with her.
Upon hearing Ning Tian's words, Dai Huabin raised an eyebrow:
"Sure. But, there are a bit too many people here."
He shrugged and pointed around.
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