Chapter 189: Eight Monsters Become Four, Shrek Completely Numb
Dugu Bo's gaze was icy.
The pressure from his body bore down on Flender without the slightest restraint.
Flender, a Soul Saint, had his legs go weak under the pressure of a Titled Douluo and dropped to his knees.
Cold sweat dripped down from his chin, and he couldn't even lift his head.
Dugu Bo spoke coldly, his voice carrying a bone-piercing chill, "Oh? A mere Soul Saint dares to bully my granddaughter?"
"No! Your Excellency! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
Flender hurriedly waved his hands, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"We were just handling internal academy matters. We absolutely had no intention of offending Miss Dugu Yan—absolutely not!"
Dugu Yan shook Dugu Bo's arm, her tone carrying a hint of grievance:
"Grandpa, they weren't bullying me. My friends wanted to join Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but this teacher, Qin Ming, said they wouldn't be accepted and even said they betrayed their academy and aren't worthy of entering Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
"Grandpa, help them~."
Dugu Bo's gaze instantly landed on Qin Ming.
That gaze was laced with poison, making Qin Ming's whole body tighten and his hair stand on end.
The next second, a pressure ten times more terrifying than before surged overwhelmingly toward Qin Ming!
"Ugh!"
Qin Ming couldn't even last half a second before collapsing face down onto the ground.
"Bang!"
His face smashed hard against the cold floor.
"Wah—!"
A mouthful of blood burst out, staining the ground before him red.
The glasses on Qin Ming's face were shattered by the pressure. Shards of glass cut across his face, leaving several bloody streaks, making him look utterly miserable.
"Qin Ming!"
Seeing the outstanding graduate of his academy reduced to this state, Flender felt his heart ache.
"Since my granddaughter's friends want to enter Heaven Dou Royal Academy, does it require your consent?"
Dugu Bo looked coldly at Qin Ming sprawled on the ground, his voice filled with undisguised killing intent.
"What are you? Just a mere Soul Emperor, and you think Heaven Dou Royal Academy belongs to your family?"
"Do you believe that if I kill you right now, the three education committee members of Heaven Dou Royal Academy wouldn't dare say a word?"
Qin Ming lay on the ground, trembling violently, unable to even lift his head.
Blood kept spilling from his mouth. He couldn't say a single word, nor did he dare to.
Because Dugu Bo was right.
He was just a mere Soul Emperor, just a minor teacher.
The three education committee members of Heaven Dou Royal Academy would never offend a Titled Douluo because of him.
Only now did he realize what kind of existence his earlier words had provoked.
Dugu Bo no longer paid him any attention.
Instead, he raised his eyes toward Lin Qingmo, standing not far away, his gaze carrying a trace of hidden respect and inquiry.
He had arrived long ago, hiding in the shadows.
Everything that had just happened, he had seen clearly from beginning to end.
He wanted to ask Lin Qingmo how he should handle this matter.
Meeting his gaze, Lin Qingmo gave a subtle nod.
Dugu Bo instantly understood.
He immediately turned to look at Dugu Yan beside him. The coldness and killing intent on his face vanished instantly, replaced once more by that of a kind grandfather.
He patted her head and smiled, "Yanyan, leave such a small matter to Grandpa."
"Isn't it just entering Heaven Dou Royal Academy?"
"Not to mention these kids, even if you wanted to wipe out these offending fellows, Grandpa would help you."
Hearing this, Flender and the others' expressions changed drastically.
Their hearts trembled.
Others might say such things jokingly.
But Dugu Bo… this guy would actually do it.
"Since they are your friends, then they are the juniors of me, Dugu Bo. Who in Heaven Dou Royal Academy dares not accept them?"
"I, Dugu Bo, guarantee these children. They must be given the best treatment. If it's even slightly lacking, I'll make them regret it."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire corridor fell silent.
The Shrek group all looked ashen, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Tang San clenched his fists.
He had never expected that his attempt to ruin Lin Qingmo's reputation and drive him away would instead backfire so badly.
Not only had he forced him away, but he had also allowed him to gain the backing of Poison Douluo.
Even Xiao Wu had completely drawn a line between herself and him!
Looking at Xiao Wu standing beside Lin Qingmo, jealousy and hatred surged wildly in his heart, yet he didn't dare show even a trace of it.
Yu Xiaogang was even more pale-faced. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed onto the ground.
He couldn't understand how things had developed to this point.
What people feared most in the world was the Titled Douluo.
Yet the person he had been targeting everywhere actually had a Titled Douluo backing him!
Regret flooded him completely.
Flender looked at the scene before him and felt utterly hopeless.
He knew that no matter how he tried to persuade them, it was impossible to keep Lin Qingmo and the others.
Shrek truly had no chance to rise to fame this time.
At the center of the corridor, Lin Qingmo looked at the somewhat fawning Dugu Bo before him, a faint smile curling at his lips.
This guy had done well.
He turned to look at Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Dugu Yan beside him.
His tone was calm yet carried absolute confidence: "Let's go."
The girls exchanged smiles and nodded in unison.
…
Lin Qingmo and the others left.
On Shrek's side, the atmosphere was as stiff as frozen ice.
After a long while, Zhao Wuji finally slammed his fist fiercely into a nearby pillar.
"Boom!"
Stone fragments scattered.
"Damn it, Yu Xiaogang, are you satisfied now?"
"Qingmo is gone, Xiao Wu is gone, Rongrong is gone, Zhuqing is gone. The Shrek Eight Monsters have lost half!"
"The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament preliminaries are about to begin. Our academy not only lacks qualifications, but we can't even gather a full team!
"Tell me, what do we do?!"
"Old Zhao…"
Flender sighed and pulled Zhao Wuji's arm, signaling him to say less.
He then looked at Yu Xiaogang, his voice filled with unconcealed exhaustion.
"Xiaogang, things have already reached this point. What do you think we should do next?"
"…"
Yu Xiaogang did not look at him.
His gaze was fixed firmly on the unconscious Yu Tianheng lying on the ground.
His eyes flickered, his fingers clenched so tightly they turned pale, the joints almost bluish.
He refused to accept it. He was unwilling.
Even without Lin Qingmo, he could still raise Shrek!
He had to prove that he was right. He had to make Lin Qingmo regret it!
He raised his head. His eyes carried an almost obsessive determination, his voice hoarse yet resolute.
"Don't worry. Even without them, the Shrek team won't fall apart."
"I have a way. Not only can we participate in the tournament, but we can also achieve good results."
Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance, both seeing deep confusion in each other's eyes.
Half the people had already left. They couldn't even meet the minimum number required to compete. What method could there possibly be?
But Yu Xiaogang refused to say more. He merely waved his hand and turned to leave, carrying the air of a 'grandmaster.'
Leaving the two utterly bewildered.
In a corner.
Tang San still kept his head lowered, his entire body radiating a cold aura that kept others at a distance.
His mind was filled with the image of Xiao Wu holding Lin Qingmo's hand as they left.
The hatred in his heart grew wildly like weeds.
He hated Yu Xiaogang's stubbornness, hated Lin Qingmo's arrogance, and even more, hated his own weakness for being unable to keep the person he wanted to protect.
Dai Mubai leaned against a pillar, his eyes dark and sinister, his soul power fluctuating uncontrollably.
When Zhu Zhuqing left, she didn't even glance at him.
Damn it!
That bitch!
"Bang!"
He slammed his fist into the pillar, cracking the stone instantly.
Yet he felt no pain at all. The rage in his heart was about to burn him alive.
Oscar crouched on the ground.
He held the recovery sausage he had just made but couldn't swallow even a bite.
When Ning Rongrong left, she didn't even say goodbye to him.
He knew better than anyone that Ning Rongrong had never thought highly of him, a Food System Soul Master with no background.
A deep sense of loss enveloped him completely.
Only Ma Hongjun scratched his head, looking at everyone's lifeless expressions, and muttered softly:
"Well… if they left, then they left. Don't we still have four people?"
The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji shot him a fierce glare.
Startled, he quickly shrank his neck and didn't dare speak again.
End of Chapter