Tailong was equally unceremonious, habitually arrogant, pointing to himself with his right thumb, "I am Tailong, the young master of the Power Clan."
The zu zong's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "Damn, he really is a gorilla."
The zuzong said calmly, "So, what does the gorilla young master want?"
Tailong's martial soul was indeed the Mighty Gorilla, but that didn't mean he liked being called a gorilla. Raising his two enormous fists, he pounded his chest several times like a gorilla in a zoo on Blue Star, "You're not allowed to call me a gorilla!"
Tailong continued to roar, "Now you have three choices: first, get out of Shrek Academy; second, I'll beat you up and throw you out; third..."
The zuzong waved his hand, his expression slightly lazy, "Stop howling, I choose the third."
Tailong was stunned, somewhat confused, "I haven't even said the third one yet!"
The zuzong didn't answer directly, instead performing a backflip and jumping to an open space dozens of meters away.
"Thirdly, I'll beat you down, then no one will bother me while I wait for my girlfriend." Zu Zong beckoned to Tailong.
Tailong was clearly embarrassed by zuzong lack of respect and felt somewhat awkward. His expression changed, and he also came to the open space.
With a low growl, his body rapidly changed.
His already extremely muscular body swelled again, especially the muscles in his arms, which almost doubled in size. At the same time, his arms extended, hanging down to his knees, and black hair was visible on the exposed parts.
"Tailong, Martial Soul: Mighty Gorilla, Level 37 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master, please enlighten me."
zuzong smiled. Sure enough, he was a gorilla. With the Martial Soul attached, he looked even more like one.
zuzong said, "Then come on, gorilla. I also want to test how well I've mastered my 'Grappling Technique'."
Tailong said, "Pretty boy, aren't you going to activate your Martial Soul?"
zuzong shook his head and beckoned to Tailong with his finger, signaling him to make the first move.
Being stared at by so many girls, Tyrone was losing face and roared, "You're asking for death!"
As he spoke, Tyrone suddenly quickened his pace, charging forward and appearing before the zuzong.
Tyrone's combat experience was clearly considerable, seemingly no less than Dai Mubai's. His right fist swept out, creating a whooshing sound.
The zuzong didn't dodge Tyrone's attack. He raised his left hand, blocking the opponent's right fist, twisting his upper body half a circle to the left, and simultaneously thrusting forward, his right shoulder striking Tyrone squarely in the chest. Tyrone was sent flying. At the same time, the zuzong used a teleportation technique, instantly appearing behind Tyrone as he flew backward. Raising his pointed toes, he anticipated Tyrone's landing spot and waited patiently for his arrival.
Tyrone's pupils contracted. As he flew backward, he realized the clan leader had vanished.
Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if something terrible was about to happen. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced back and saw that the zuzong had somehow appeared behind him. And what was with that foot? The shoe was a little too pointed! Could it be—?
Clearly, Tailong's premonition was correct. The next moment, the zu zong's shoe tip pierced Tailong's "weak point in his soul power."
Tailong's face first turned pale, then a look of ecstasy appeared. He felt a tingling, soft sensation all over his body, an indescribable pleasure. Immediately afterward, a sharp pain struck, and Tailong couldn't help but scream.
"Ah!"
With Tailong's scream, the zu zong's shoe tip had penetrated more than an inch into his "weak point in his soul power." This was only because his martial soul, the Mighty Ape, was thick-skinned and tough; otherwise, the outcome would have been even worse than Dai Mubai's.
Mighty Ape—completely defeated.
Everyone present saw Tailong clutching his buttocks and involuntarily tensed up. The boys instinctively covered their backsides, while the girls blushed with embarrassment.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing finally came down, accompanied by Ning Rongrong and the pretty female student who had led the clan leader.
"Little zuzong, is that you?" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were red and brimming with tears. Ever since learning that the zuzong had been captured by Dugu Bo, she hadn't been able to sleep at night. If it weren't for everyone's intervention and Ning Rongrong's request for help from Sword Douluo, she probably would have already gone alone to Sunset Forest to find the clan leader.
Hearing the voice and seeing Zhu Zhuqing's haggard face, the zuzong felt a pang of heartache and opened his arms, everything unspoken.
Amidst the shocked, jealous, and envious gazes of the crowd, Zhu Zhuqing abandoned her usual aloofness and threw herself into the zuzong embrace.
Zhu Zhuqing's voice trembled slightly as she whispered, "I thought I'd never see you again."
Feeling the softness in his arms, Zu Zong wrapped his arms around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, his heart filled with tenderness.
"Zhuqing, don't cry. I promise you it won't happen again." Zu Zong gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's back.
Standing to the side, Ning Rongrong watched Zu Zong and Zhu Zhuqing with complicated emotions, her expression tinged with melancholy.
Taking a deep breath and clearing her throat, Ning Rongrong said, "Ahem, Zhuqing, Zu Zong, you two should be mindful of the occasion if you want to be affectionate. There are so many people here!"
Zu Zong smiled wryly, not caring at all. But Zhu Zhuqing couldn't bear it. Feeling everyone's gaze, her pretty face flushed red, and she grabbed Zu Zong's hand and ran outside.
Ning Rongrong shook her head with a wry smile and followed.
Watching the three of them leave, everyone remained silent for a long time.
On this day, two people simultaneously experienced heartbreak. One was a man from Shrek Academy, and the other a woman.
The three walked for about ten minutes, arriving at a forest with fresh air.
They found a public bench by the path and sat down, Zhu Zhuqing in the middle, with Zu Zong and Ning Rongrong on either side.
Along the way, Zu Zong recounted his experiences over the past two months to Zhu Zhuqing. Of course, he downplayed some of the more serious matters.
"Zu Zong, did you see my Sword Grandpa today?" Ning Rongrong asked Zu Zong.
Zu Zong paused, then smiled and said, "You mean Senior Sword Douluo! Thank you for your help this time."
Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a sweet smile, "Zhuqing, I knew it! As long as my Sword Grandpa intervenes, that old poisoner is nothing."
Zhu Zhuqing also smiled, a rare occurrence, and whispered, "Thank you, Rongrong."
As she spoke, Zhu Zhuqing gripped Zu Zong's hand even tighter.
Feeling the warmth in his hand, the clan elder said softly, "By the way, Zhu Qing, do you have classes tomorrow?"
Zhu Zhu Qing nodded, "We have classes tomorrow and the day after. Is there anything wrong?"
Hearing this, the clan elder's face revealed a mysterious smile, "Then you should ask for leave! I have a gift for you. Oh! By the way, Miss Ning too."
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, "I have one too? Tell me quickly, what is it? Just so you know, I already have a pistol like Zhu Qing's."
As she spoke, Ning Rongrong took out a bright silver revolver from her storage soul tool.
The zuzong was taken aback. It seemed that Ning Fengzhi had given the revolver to Ning Rongrong after all, but he didn't say anything more, "It's not a pistol, it's something else."
Zhu Zhu Qing didn't care what the gift was, as long as the clan elder was safe and sound.