Such a rapid speed gave Dai Mubai no chance to react.
He could only instinctively raise his hand to block the blow.
"Dang!"
The flint and tiger claws collided, a sound of metal clashing echoing throughout the field.
Then Dai Mubai was completely knocked back.
His massive frame left a long scar on the ground.
He retreated a full ten meters before coming to a stop.
"Such terrifying power!"
Dai Mubai gasped.
The strength of the man opposite him was truly beyond his expectations.
He even wondered if his soul power level was similar to his own.
"Hmm?"
"What's that smell?"
At this moment, Dai Mubai frowned slightly.
He suddenly smelled a scent like hair on fire.
The next second, a stinging sensation spread from his right hand.
Dai Mubai raised his hand, and then he felt completely unwell.
The white fur on his tiger claws had actually caught fire.
He quickly slapped himself a few times.
The fire was finally extinguished.
The fire on his hand was extinguished, but the rage within Dai Mubai had been successfully ignited.
As the dean's handpicked examiner, if he couldn't even defeat a freshman,
Wouldn't that be a complete loss of face!
"Third Soul Skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Dai Mubai used his third soul skill again.
Although it consumed a great deal of his soul power,
He clearly couldn't defeat the boy opposite him without his full strength.
However, Dai Mubai had barely regained his footing.
A deep blue sickle, brimming with terrifying arcs of electricity, flew towards him.
It was Gu Xian's second spirit ability—Thunderbolt!
Dai Mubai's pupils narrowed sharply.
It could even transform?
How many forms could this kid's spirit transform into?
He took a deep breath and stamped his feet.
He thrust both fists simultaneously.
"Bang!"
The fierce collision produced a thick cloud of smoke.
It obscured the figures of Gu Xian and Dai Mubai.
The spectators stared with curiosity.
Even Zhao Wuji was moved.
Tang San, watching from a corner, was equally astonished.
He and Gu Xian both possessed level five innate spirit power.
How could the gap in strength between him and his opponent be so stark now? Tang San knew full well that if Gu Xian's scythe had struck him, he would have been nearly dead. As the smoke cleared, everyone was surprised to find Dai Mubai thrown to the ground. Blue arcs of electricity continued to dance across his body, a sight that terrified everyone. Dai Mubai's face had been completely blackened by the shock. His hairstyle was a classic afro. He felt completely unwell. He struggled to stand. Just then, Gu Xian flashed and rushed over again. No one noticed that the dark blue scythe in Gu Xian's hand had quietly transformed into a light blue one. The explosive lightning patterns on the scythe also transformed into snowflakes. Shadow Scythe's third form—Frost Form!
Third Soul Skill, Frost Field!
Dai Mubai had originally tried to resist.
But when Gu Xian entered a two-meter radius around him,
He was horrified to discover that his movements had slowed.
The next second, a touch of icy coldness touched his neck.
"Guu—~!"
Dai Mubai swallowed.
Then, reluctantly, he said,
"I lost."
The scythe was already at his neck.
He had already fought a life-or-death battle.
Of course, he lost.
"What a monster among monsters!"
Zhao Wuji, standing beside him, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
The quality of this year's freshmen is indeed quite good. Especially this kid with the sickle spirit.
If the dean knew, he'd probably be grinning from ear to ear.
At this moment, Gu Xian also retracted his spirit and walked over to Xiao Wu.
At this moment, Xiao Wu's face was filled with admiration and adoration.
Even Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who were standing nearby, would occasionally glance at Gu Xian.
This kid wasn't just incredibly powerful.
He was also quite handsome.
He was simply too perfect.
"Congratulations, all four of you, on passing all the freshman exams!"
"From now on, you're all official students of Shrek Academy."
At that moment, Zhao Wuji looked at Gu Xian, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing with a smile.
At that moment, he suddenly noticed Tang San, who hadn't left the corner.
He frowned and angrily rebuked.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
"Mubai, get him out!"
Everyone turned to look.
They saw Tang San quietly crouching in a corner.
Dai Mubai immediately approached with a furious look.
Having just been abused by Gu Xian, he was already feeling a bit irritated.
If Tang San didn't know what was good for him, he'd be the perfect punching bag.
Who would have thought that the next moment, Tang San would actually run towards Zhao Wuji.
The latter's brows knitted together.
What on earth was this eccentric trying to do?
Tang San pulled a letter from his bosom.
"Please give this letter to Dean Flanders!"
"Huh?"
Zhao Wuji was stunned.
How did this kid know the Dean's name? "What letter?"
Zhao Wuji first asked Dai Mubai to stop.
Then, with a skeptical look, he realized it was Tang San's letter.
Before Tang San could react, he tore open the envelope and began to read.
A few seconds later, Zhao Wuji's expression changed.
"Are you the master's disciple?"
This was Yu Xiaogang's handwritten letter.
Zhao Wuji naturally knew that this "master" had a special relationship with Dean Flanders.
Tang San nodded gently.
He was surprised and delighted.
I hadn't expected the master's reputation to be so prestigious.
It could have caused this master's attitude to change so suddenly.
"Mubai, take them to handle the paperwork."
Zhao Wuji pointed at Gu Xian and the other three.
Then he looked at Tang San.
"Come with me!"
He hurriedly followed.
Except for Gu Xian, the other four were all bewildered.
Especially Dai Mubai, who truly couldn't figure it out.
"Come with me."
Gu Xian and the other three followed Dai Mubai to complete the enrollment procedures.
Even then, Zhao Wuji took Tang San directly to Flanders' office.
As soon as they entered, Flanders was completely stunned.
What was this for?
Zhao Wuji took Tang San's letter and placed it on the table in front of Flanders.
Then his gaze fell on Tang San and he said seriously,
"This student said he's a disciple of 'Master'."
"What?"
Flanders, who had been perfectly calm, suddenly had a slightly changed expression.
Master's disciple?
He eagerly opened the envelope.
A glance down, the familiar tone of voice instantly confirmed Flanders's certainty.
This was undoubtedly Yu Xiaogang's handwritten letter.
Seeing Flanders's expression change, Zhao Wuji also understood.
This outrageous guy was indeed the Master's disciple.
He immediately leaned over to Flanders's ear and recounted the events Tang San had just undertaken.
Flanders's frown deepened.
Then his gaze slowly fell on Tang San.
After a few seconds, Flanders sighed.
"Let him stay for now."
(End of Chapter)
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