As dusk approached.
Xiao Hongchen, who was in a coma, slowly opened his eyes.
"woke up?"
Just as he opened his eyes and was still somewhat dazed, Jing Hongchen, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke.
After realizing what had happened, Xiao Hongchen roared angrily, "I'm not convinced! I fell down before I even made a move."
He was filled with frustration. He had practiced so hard for so long, yet he couldn't even see the other person's movements clearly.
Seeing her grandson's exasperated expression, Jing Hongchen sighed helplessly and said slowly, "Actually, you didn't lose unjustly."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Hongchen was taken aback and looked at his grandfather in confusion: "Why?"
Jing Hongchen's gaze turned solemn as he uttered the title that resounded throughout the continent, word by word.
"Jiang Li is none other than the infamous Tyrant of Heaven and Earth who has risen to prominence during this period!"
Heaven has sent a tyrant!
These four words were like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in Xiao Hongchen's mind.
He stood frozen in place, the resentment in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by disbelief.
But it was fleeting; that feeling of disbelief was quickly replaced by another emotion.
At this moment, Xiao Hongchen realized that he might never be able to surpass Jiang Li in this lifetime.
However, the more this happened, the stronger his desire to become became.
He vowed in his heart that he would definitely earn Jiang Li's approval in the future!
The gears of fate began to turn at this moment.
Xiao Hongchen had no idea that he would one day actually get a chance to compete on the same stage as Jiang Li.
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Meanwhile, in a luxury private room at a hotel in the Mingdu Center.
The wisps of steam gradually dissipated, leaving a faint, pleasant fragrance in the spacious room.
Jiang Li was lying in the bathtub, the warm water enveloping his body, his mind racing with thoughts of his next move.
He is now quite famous on the mainland, and his reputation as a tyrant is widespread. It is estimated that soon many people will come to him to ask him for favors.
Suddenly, Jiang Li opened his eyes slightly, and his aura instantly turned icy.
Even in the bathroom, he still keenly sensed an extremely subtle evil aura quietly approaching from outside the room.
The opponent was quite strong and had deliberately concealed his aura; an ordinary Super Douluo might not have been able to detect him.
Sensing this situation, Jiang Li got out of the bathtub and casually picked up a bathrobe from the side and wrapped it around himself.
Water droplets dripped from his hair, but this did not diminish the domineering aura emanating from him.
He slowly walked out of the bathroom, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the half-open door of the room.
"Now that we're here, why hide?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door was gently pushed open, and a woman with a captivating figure and a cold, elegant demeanor slowly walked in.
She wore a dark blue dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, and her face was covered by a thin black veil, revealing only a pair of alluring yet seductive eyes.
Looking at the evil aura surrounding the woman in front of him, Jiang Li had some guesses.
As he suspected, the visitor was none other than Feng Ling, the Vice Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult and the Evil Phoenix Douluo.
At this moment, Feng Ling's gaze fell on Jiang Li, and she looked him up and down.
Despite having no soul power, he killed a level 99 Limit Douluo and was even given the title of "Heavenly Tyrant".
After a brief look, she slowly said, "As expected of the Heavenly Tyrant, such perception is indeed well-deserved."
Jiang Li leaned against the wall, arms crossed, bathrobe loosely wrapped around his body, looking at Feng Ling with indifferent eyes.
Without a trace of emotion, he stated directly, "Do the Holy Spirit Cult want something from me?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ling didn't beat around the bush. She slowly walked to the center of the room and then revealed the purpose of her visit.
"I have come here today to entrust Your Majesty with a matter."
Tell me about it.
Jiang Li spoke calmly, his tone casual, yet he exuded an aura of superiority.
After hearing this, Feng Ling said, word by word, "I need you to help me capture Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department of Shrek Academy, alive and bring him to me."
Upon hearing the name Yan Shaozhe, Jiang Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped his arm lightly with his fingertips.
Before he could respond, Feng Ling immediately added, "If Your Majesty can accomplish this, how about ten million gold soul coins as a reward?"
She knew Jiang Li's strength well and understood that only a sufficiently generous offer could sway this tyrant.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Li looked up at Feng Ling, a half-smile curving his lips.
He slowly said, "Yan Shaozhe is a level 95 Super Douluo and the dean of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy. The risk of capturing him alive is a bit high."
Feng Ling wasn't stupid; she could naturally understand the meaning behind his words.
So he asked with a smile, "Then, Your Majesty, what do you think would be a reasonable reward?"
Jiang Li paused his tapping motion, his nonchalant aura slightly subsided, and he smiled as he announced the price.
"Then let's make it fifty million gold soul coins."
After he said that, the room fell silent for a moment.
Feng Ling's hand, hanging at her side, paused almost imperceptibly, and her eyes behind the black veil narrowed slightly, as if she were considering something.
But after only a second of consideration, she nodded in agreement without hesitation, her tone crisp and decisive.
"Yes, as long as you can bring Yan Shaozhe to me, my Holy Spirit Church will immediately offer this reward."
Seeing Feng Ling's quick agreement, Jiang Li's smile deepened, and he calmly finalized the matter.
"Alright, in that case, I'll take this commission."
After reaching an agreement, the two briefly finalized the subsequent handover matters.
After everything was discussed, Feng Ling didn't linger. She immediately vanished from the hotel room without a sound.
Once the room was quiet again, Jiang Li loosened the collar of his bathrobe, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't expected that he would have to go to Shrek Academy again so soon.
I wonder how those guys will react when they see me again.
After thinking it over, he didn't linger any longer. He changed into a neat black outfit and then pushed open the hotel room door, heading straight out of Mingdu City.
As dusk settled outside the window, the last rays of sunlight fell upon him, casting a long, slender shadow.
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy...
After a month of recuperation, Yan Shaozhe finally recovered, and his body, which had been severely injured by Jiang Li, had been healed.
Even though he had just recovered from a serious illness, there was no sign of relief on his face. Instead, he was always shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, and he seemed depressed and unhappy.
He sat alone by the window of the Dean of the Martial Soul Department's office, gazing at the night view outside in silence for a long time.
Whenever Yan Shaozhe thinks of Mu En's death, he is filled with grief and self-blame.
He hated himself for not being strong enough to stand up for his teacher in times of crisis, and he hated himself even more for not being able to get justice for his teacher.
Thinking of this, Yan Shaozhe suddenly clenched his fist, a fierce glint in his eyes.
"Teacher, I will definitely avenge you in the future!"
Even so, he felt something flashing above his head for some reason.
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