. The prerequisite for the development of the academy is that the students who graduate from Shrek Academy become outstanding.
It can be said that Ning Chuan is the most likely of all the students admitted by Shrek to break through to the Titled Douluo level.
As the dean of Shrek Academy, Flanders naturally could not betray his students and watch Ning Chuan die in vain.
It was already late at night, and apart from Ning Chuan, no one in the academy of Shrek Academy knew about the many things that happened that night.
As for Ning Chuan, although he knew that Tang Hao had come, he did not know that Tang Hao had set his sights on him.
But even if he knew, he would not care.
Because let alone him, if anyone from Shrek joined the Spirit Hall, Tang Hao would take action to deal with him.
The other party was that kind of person.
Before that, he only needed to develop himself. In the meantime, he could take advantage of Tang Hao. He believed that in a few years, Tang Hao would be unable to suppress his injuries and be forced to cut off his hands and feet. At that time, the other party would no longer be of any use.
Early morning.
Ning Chuan was up at dawn, his daily sword practice a must.
He left his solitary dormitory and headed to the grove near the academy.
He noticed someone had risen even earlier: Zhu Zhuqing. She was currently practicing her spirit skills against a tree.
"First Spirit Skill: Netherworld Stab!"
"Second Spirit Skill: Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
Drawing on the strength of her agility-type spirit master, Zhu Zhuqing moved like a dark shadow, rhythmically circling a tree several men could hug.
In the blink of an eye, the tree was covered in claw marks of varying sizes, some half a meter long, some half a foot.
"She's really hardworking."
Ning Chuan knew Zhu Zhuqing was the least talented of the Shrek Seven Devils, but her spirit power had never lagged behind, a result of her dedication many times greater than that of an average person.
"Who is it?"
Just then, Zhu Zhuqing noticed him.
"It's me."
Ning Chuan emerged from behind a large tree.
Seeing Ning Chuan, Zhu Zhuqing's icy expression softened considerably. "Why are you out so early?"
"You've been out so early, haven't you?"
The two exchanged a smile, and Zhu Zhuqing said, "Thank you so much for what happened yesterday. Otherwise, I would have been seriously injured."
"No problem. I came up with the strategy. If I have any problems, I'll protect you."
Ning Chuan's words were full of nonsense. In reality, if it were Tang San or Dai Mubai, he wouldn't have cared about their lives.
But his words touched Zhu Zhuqing, who had lived a life of assassination since childhood.
This was the first time someone had offered to protect her.
Ning Chuan didn't wait for her to reply, but instead pulled five large, special weight plates from his belt.
Each plate weighed a hundred pounds, so five weighed a combined five hundred pounds.
Ning Chuan connected them with an iron rod.
He then gripped the rod's handles with both hands and began practicing his sword swings.
Seeing Ning Chuan, who remained calm and unhurried, swinging such a heavy weight without expending any soul power, Zhu Zhuqing asked in astonishment, "Do you practice like this every day?"
"Not really. I started with just 100 pounds, and then gradually increased it as my strength grew,"
Ning Chuan replied as he swung the weight.
He seemed to feel the weight getting lighter, so he added another piece.
Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, as if he was about to speak. Her gaze towards Ning Chuan was filled with a hint of urgency.
This wasn't love at first sight, of course, but rather she saw hope in Ning Chuan for becoming stronger. It was just that they had only just met, and he had saved her yesterday, so it was difficult to speak.
Ning Chuan suddenly said, "Looking at the spirit skill you just released, while it's fast, it seems a bit too formulaic. It's easy for people to find patterns and exploit weaknesses."
Zhu Zhuqing knew he was giving her advice, and her eyes lit up. "Then what should I do?"
Ning Chuan turned to look at her, a faint smile on his face. "Have you heard the saying? Speed is power."
As the sun rose, Ning Chuan and Zhu Zhuqing walked out of the grove, chatting and laughing.
Zhu Zhuqing was feeling a little hungry. Ning Chuan, with Tang Hao as his great enemy, had no fear of hunger, but he still ate his usual meals.
However, since he had just arrived at Shrek Academy and didn't know where the cafeteria was, Ning Chuan suggested going to a villager's house where there was smoke from cooking fires to buy food.
Before they knew it, they had left the academy grounds and saw Xiao Wu and Tang San facing off against a fat man covered in purple-red flames.
Oh no, perhaps "chicken" would be a more appropriate description.
A mogan-like hairstyle gathered in the middle, and long feathers extended from his sturdy, exposed arms. His hands had transformed into claws.
It's true, if it weren't for the two yellow spirit rings swirling around him, shrouded in flames, it would have been easy to mistake him for a weakling spirit.
"Little Six, where have you been so early this morning? You're nowhere to be found. Hurry... teach him a lesson! This fat guy is robbing a decent woman."
Xiao Wu's face lit up at the sight of Ning Chuan, but her expression immediately softened upon seeing Zhu Zhuqing beside him.
Tang San's previously gloomy face, however, showed a hint of joy.
Few people knew that yesterday, after Zhao Wuji was beaten by Tang Hao, Flanders had sought out Tang San and personally treated his injuries with his Soul Saint-level power. Tang San had already regained consciousness in the middle of the night. Oscar, fearing for his safety, had stayed by his side, following Flanders' instructions. When he woke, he told him what had happened.
Tang San didn't suspect Ning Chuan of this, believing Zhao Wuji had deliberately targeted him, applying even more gravity to him in order to escape his Blue Silver Grass.
This was the cause of his coma.
But he still harbored a grudge, for Ning Chuan's strength yesterday clearly surpassed his own. Unless he used a hidden weapon, he wouldn't have been able to fight him.
And now, he was happy to see Ning Chuan and Zhu Zhuqing together.
Clearly, he was happy to see this happen, as it would eliminate the competition for Xiao Wu.
Ma Hongjun stayed out the previous night, unaware of what had transpired at the academy. He was looking for his girlfriend, Cuihua, but was stopped by a little girl and a piece of charcoal. Seeing another pretty boy show up, he was furious.
"Oh, there are still some who dare to stand in my way, and they have the bitch face that I hate the most. Don't think that just because there are more people, I am afraid of you. Come on, come on, I will beat you to a pulp today."
As he said this, he raised his hands, and the first soul ring on his body suddenly lit up. He opened his mouth suddenly and was about to release his first soul skill, Phoenix Fireline.