Chapter 9 The Shrek Seven Devils' Ratings
"Wow, four of you actually made it this far this year, that's pretty good."
Zhao Wuji's voice preceded his arrival, startling Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.
Dai Mubai, seeing Zhao Wuji, was full of questions, asking doubtfully, "Teacher Zhao, wasn't I supposed to handle the final challenge this year?"
"You? Forget it." Zhao Wuji glanced helplessly at Dai Mubai, who had dark circles under his eyes, and shook his head. "Don't you even look how weak you are?"
He didn't lower his voice intentionally, and Tang San and the other three could hear him clearly.
Although everyone present was only twelve years old, their precocious nature meant what Zhao Wuji meant by "weak. "
Tang San and Xiao Wu had seen Dai Mubai take the twins to the hotel just yesterday, so how could they not know what had happened?
Ning Rongrong, the little devil, looked on with a mocking expression, and of course, she knew too.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned, her eyes filled with disgust.
To escape the shackles of fate, she had painstakingly fled from the Star Luo Empire to the Heaven Dou Empire.
Unexpectedly, Dai Mubai had fallen to such a state.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's expression, Dai Mubai clenched his fists and glared angrily at Zhao Wuji.
However, the difference in strength was too great; he couldn't even muster a fit of impotent rage.
Moreover, he noticed problems with his body: his lower back and knees ached, his complexion was sallow, and he had dark circles under his eyes.
These were all symptoms of kidney deficiency, which he couldn't deny.
In the years since joining Shrek Academy, he had gone out countless times.
Kidney deficiency was perfectly normal.
Zhao Wuji disregarded Dai Mubai and took out an incense stick, addressing Tang San and the other three,
"All of you come at me together. If you can last an incense stick's time against me, you've passed."
Just then, a man who looked like a street thug walked over.
"Hey, Old Zhao, busy?" Lan Minghua said, taking a big gulp of liquor.
Zhao Wuji was slightly surprised, not expecting him to come: "Hua-zai, what brings you here? What, didn't you go to train Oscar?"
"That handsome guy exhausted himself to death, he's lying here now."
Lan Minghua ignored the others and started chatting with Zhao Wuji.
Dai Mubai's eyes were disdainful, without even trying to hide it.
"Exhausted to death? I think he cried himself to death, he probably hasn't even gotten up yet. Do you think I don't know what kind of person Xiao Ao is?"
Don't tell me, you really don't know.
Xiao Wu frowned, involuntarily hiding behind Tang San, she felt threatened.
Tang San felt strange, thinking that Lan Minghua's attire made Xiao Wu uncomfortable, and gave him a disfriendly glance.
So he pointed at Lan Minghua and asked Dai Mubai: "Boss Dai, is he also a teacher at the academy?"
"Yes, he's a new teacher the dean recruited yesterday. But that appearance of his really tarnishes Shrek's reputation."
Dai Mubai knew Lan Minghua's strength and only dared to mutter a few words of slander.
"So, how strong is he? How does he compare to Teacher Zhao?" Tang San asked again.
Xiao Wu was nervous, afraid that Lan Minghua was a Soul Douluo and would discover her identity as a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.
Ning Rongrong was curious, wanting to know how strong the teaching staff was at Shrek Academy.
Zhu Zhuqing was indifferent, having no hope for the teachers at Shrek Academy, where Dai Mubai had fallen so low.
Although Dai Mubai was not convinced by Lan Minghua, he had learned about his strength from Ma Hongjun.
"According to Teacher Zhao, he is at least a Soul Saint, probably about the same as the Dean."
Hearing this, Xiao Wu patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
Ning Rongrong's mouth dropped open slightly; she hadn't expected Shrek Academy to have at least three Soul Saints.
Zhu Zhuqing remained calm, only thinking about how to become stronger.
While they were sizing up Lan Minghua, Lan Minghua was also sizing them up.
Moreover, he had already activated the system's talent rating test, and their system talent ratings were displayed in Lan Minghua's eyes. [Tang San: System Talent Score 95. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass (Emperor), Clear Sky Hammer.]
[Xiao Wu: System Talent Score 92. Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit (Transformation of a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast).]
[Dai Mubai: System Talent Score 85. Martial Soul: Evil-Eyed White Tiger.]
[Ning Rongrong: System Talent Score 83. Martial Soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.]
[Zhu Zhuqing: System Talent Score 82. Martial Soul: Netherworld Spirit Cat.]
Lan Minghua stroked his stubble, thinking to himself, "Just as I expected, their system talent scores are all above 80. However, only Tang San and Xiao Wu have broken through 90."
As for Ma Hongjun, his talent score is probably similar to Dai Mubai's.
After some thought, he felt it made perfect sense.
Without the help of the immortal herbs, apart from Tang San and Oscar, the others might not have had the chance to become gods.
Especially Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.
Without the help of the Qiluo Tulip, Ning Rongrong's martial soul could not evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and she could only reach the Soul Saint level in this life.
Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Cat was not a top-tier martial soul; its greatest use was only for its martial soul fusion skill with the Evil-Eyed White Tiger.
Tang San had twin martial souls, so his talent was naturally beyond question.
Xiao Wu was a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, so her talent was naturally not low either.
Therefore, the system's talent rating was very fair, and it did not deviate much from what Lan Minghua had thought
. Although their talent ratings were all over 80, Lan Minghua did not have the urge to take them all as disciples.
Lan Minghua had three requirements for taking disciples.
First, intuition;
second, character;
and third, talent.
Only those who passed all three criteria would he consider taking as disciples.
Among Tang San and his group of four, only Zhu Zhuqing met all three conditions.
Zhao Wuji saw that Lan Minghua's attention was almost entirely on Tang San and his group, and assumed that he was very interested.
He wanted to see Lan Minghua's strength, so he went along with it.
"Hua Zai, how about you take the final test for me? Let me see your strength, what do you say?"
"Me? Aren't you afraid I'll eliminate them all?" Lan Minghua said softly.
Zhao Wuji leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Go for it, just don't kill them. You have to suppress the arrogance of geniuses, otherwise you can't teach them. No matter the result, it won't affect their joining Shrek Academy."
"Alright. Then I'll take this calamity for you, remember to buy me a drink!"
Lan Minghua's nonsensical words left Zhao Wuji completely dumbfounded.
Calamity? What calamity!
But he still patted his chest and promised, "Okay, I'll treat you to drinks tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk."
"Thank you, boss, you're so generous!"
Lan Minghua cupped his hands to Zhao Wuji, his eyes subtly glancing at a certain dark spot.
"Zhao Wuji may fear you, Tang Hao, but I may not. If you dare to cause me trouble tonight, let's see whose fist is harder."
Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, suddenly felt a chill and looked around suspiciously: "Why do I have this bad feeling? Has the Spirit Hall discovered me?"
He dismissed the thought immediately, confident in his ability to hide. He
didn't take it seriously, wanting to see how much Tang San had grown in the past six years.
Tang San and his companions were stunned. Wasn't it supposed to be Zhao Wuji? Why the change?!
They had just finished getting to know Zhao Wuji, and now they had to deal with a Soul Saint they knew nothing about? What was the point of
playing?!
Zhao Wuji shouted, "What are you looking at? Hua Zai and I are on the same level. If you've discussed it, let's begin!"
Without giving them a chance to object, he lit an incense stick and threw it on the ground.
Lan Minghua, holding a wine bottle in his left hand and rubbing his stomach with his right, stood in the center of the arena, his defenses exposed.
He said calmly to Tang San and his companions, "Bring it on, I'm in a hurry."
(End of Chapter)