183: Rotten Shrek

Ye Xinglan was stunned by Tang Wulin's question. That's right! Why should they pay for her and Fatty? It seemed she didn't have much of a leg to stand on after all.

Even so, this white-haired brat kept jumping out to hinder her time and time again; it was unbearable!

"Thanks, brother." Tang Wulin didn't waste any more breath on Ye Xinglan and immediately ran toward his destination.

"Move aside!" As a student of Shrek Academy, Ye Xinglan naturally couldn't strike someone in public.

"If you strike, I'll shout that Shrek people are trying to beat someone up for eating a free meal." Shen Guyan used the Great Teleportation Technique without leaving a trace, blocking her path while laughing strangely.

"Don't you know that eating with us is your honor?" Ye Xinglan was furious and continued to argue stubbornly.

Shen Guyan scoffed and said, "Does honor mean we have to pay? No one ever said I was treating. If you were friends with Brother Tang, paying the bill wouldn't be a big deal. But you didn't want to be friends with us! Besides, we didn't take advantage of you; we paid for our own."

"But, but that guy ate so much!" Ye Xinglan was almost crying, her face flushed red with rising indignation and grievance.

"Who stopped you from eating more?" Shen Guyan crossed his arms, looking as if he couldn't care less.

"Very well, I'll remember you, kid!" Ye Xinglan's beautiful eyes reddened as she gritted her teeth.

Seeing that Tang Wulin had completely left, Shen Guyan ignored her and walked toward the spectator stands without looking back, preparing to watch the battle.

"Those two bastards!" Ye Xinglan shouted in anger.

"Sister Xinglan." Xu Lizhi tugged at her clothes from behind, "The white-haired guy and Tang Wulin seem to have a point."

"Whose side are you on exactly?" Ye Xinglan turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"I, I'm obviously on your side!" Xu Lizhi said weakly.

"Tang Wulin, and that white-haired one, you just wait." Ye Xinglan narrowed her eyes and said viciously. Seemingly thinking of an idea, she suddenly strode toward the stadium.

"Sister Xinglan, where are you going?"

"Signing up for the competition! Didn't that kid bet that I couldn't hit someone in public? I'll just beat that guy named Tang Wulin on the arena until he knows what reason is!"

Shen Guyan, who hadn't walked far, heard Ye Xinglan's words from afar, and his disgust for the Shrek students instantly skyrocketed. Since that was the case...

Tang Wulin didn't know he had invisibly created a powerful opponent. He ran to the check-in counter to register; his turn was expected to be in about half an hour, when the match would begin.

Inside the competition venue, the matches were in full swing. Because the spirit rings of the youth group were generally not very high—at most Three Rings—and it was a one-on-one competition, the arenas were not very large. Each arena was only about thirty meters in diameter. The arenas were adjacent to each other, and the various Spirits and Spirit Abilities were dazzling to behold.

The competition platforms were circular, surrounded by specialized soul-guided defensive barriers to prevent the power of Spirit Abilities from leaking out, and there was a referee on every platform.

Just as Shen Guyan arrived at the spectator seats with The Five Little Ones, he saw Ye Xinglan dragging Xu Lizhi toward the registration office from afar.

"These Shrek people are not only unreasonable but also really petty." Shen Guyan couldn't help but sigh.

"Young Master, isn't it said that Shrek Academy is the number one academy on the continent? The students who come out of there are all elites of society, defending the peace and order of the continent." Yu Qin, hearing Shen Guyan's muttering, couldn't help but ask.

"Remember one thing: what you hear with your ears is not necessarily true; only what you see with your own eyes is the most real." Shen Guyan smiled and taught them, "The so-called peace and order are just the Law of the jungle established by a group of strong bandits; anyone can replace them."

The Five Little Ones listened, each of them wearing a thoughtful expression. They were only a little over six years old, and many things needed to be slowly taught by Shen Guyan.

Times have changed; the Shrek Academy of the past might have been the true guardians of the continent, but now, most of them have likely rotted to the core.

"The competition rules are simple: use your attack methods as much as possible, no need for reservations. I will intervene at the appropriate time to ensure your safety. If one side admits defeat or loses the ability to fight, they will be judged to have lost. If the disparity is huge, I will also make a judgment. You have thirty seconds of preparation time. I will count down the last five seconds. Prepare to begin." At this moment, the match on Tang Wulin's side had already begun; on his competition platform, the referee was explaining the rules to both sides.

As soon as the referee finished speaking, a flash of light appeared at the feet of Tang Wulin's opponent, and two spirit rings rose. Two yellow spirit rings shone brilliantly.

His opponent's Spirit was a long rod; a black dragon was coiled around the silver-white long rod: the Coiling Dragon Rod.

Upon seeing this Spirit, Shen Guyan's expression immediately became unpleasant; if not for the power of the Azure Dragon, he would have long since died under Qiangu Zhangting's soul seizing plaque.

"Five, four, three, two, one! Begin!"

As the referee's countdown ended, Tang Wulin slammed his left foot into the ground, and he shot out like a cannonball. He was not an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master, but his instantaneous explosive power was very fierce; thirty meters was just a few steps away from his opponent.

His opponent hurriedly released his Spirit, pointing the Coiling Dragon Rod forward, but the spirit rings at his feet did not flicker, showing that he had not released any Spirit Ability.

He was clearly startled by Tang Wulin's sudden speed. He really didn't not want to release a Spirit Ability; he just forgot in that instant...

"This is combat experience; the opponent clearly hasn't experienced this kind of real battle scene." Shen Guyan analyzed sharply for The Five Little Ones.

Tang Wulin's opponent only felt his brain spin. Immediately after, he saw Tang Wulin's raised right fist, with golden scales shimmering; an indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly appeared in his heart.

He was already nervous, and under this sudden Dragon pressure, he actually sat down on the ground on his butt.

Tang Wulin raised his hand, slapped away the Coiling Dragon Rod, and formed his right hand into a claw, landing it above his opponent's head. Of course, he didn't strike down.

"Stop!" The referee arrived in front of them almost the next instant, blocking Tang Wulin's right hand. Of course, he also felt that Tang Wulin had not exerted any force.

"Your practical combat experience is too poor! How can you come to participate in the competition like this?" The referee said to the pale-faced youth sitting on the ground.

"I, my Spirit Ability is very strong, I can still..."

The referee snorted coldly, "Go back and practice your practical combat well before coming back. No matter how strong a Spirit Ability is, it must be usable. Did you use it?"

The match ended; in the first round of the elimination tournament, Tang Wulin won.

The referee nodded approvingly at him and issued him a new number plate, which could be used to participate in the second round of the competition.

From the audience's perspective, from beginning to end, Tang Wulin hadn't even released his Spirit, yet he had defeated his opponent.

"It really is the Golden Dragon aura." Shen Guyan keenly captured the anomaly in Tang Wulin's strike; that was definitely not something that could be achieved by a normal Spirit release, and within it, the bloodline pressure of a high-ranking Dragon Clan also played a large part.