8mi Chapter 10 Oscar, Zhao Wuji, and others!
Chapter 10 Oscar, Zhao Wuji, and others!
Ma Hongjun was shocked.
Zao Wou-Ki.
Immovable King Zhao Wuji.
The Soul Saint in the original story who was beaten badly by Tang San's hidden weapons didn't seem very strong.
In reality, Zhao Wuji's strength was among the top tier of Soul Saints; he only appeared weak when he encountered Tang San, who was using cheat codes.
"Hello, Teacher Zhao." Ma Hongjun bowed respectfully.
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily and patted Ma Hongjun's shoulder with such force that Ma Hongjun winced.
"Good lad, you've got spirit! A disciple personally accepted by Dean Flander must be quite capable. What kind of martial spirit do you have? What level of innate talent are you?"
"Evil Fire Phoenix, Level 10," Flander answered for Ma Hongjun.
Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up.
"Level 10? Level 10 right after awakening? Innate full soul power?" His voice rose a few octaves, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Ma Hongjun changed instantly.
Ma Hongjun nodded.
"Good heavens!" Zhao Wuji grinned. "Dean Flander, your luck is incredible! You went out and picked up a genius with innate full soul power?"
Flanders gave a noncommittal snort, but a hint of smugness was clearly visible in his eyes.
At this moment, the children who were training also stopped and looked over curiously.
The fair-skinned boy, whose name was Oscar, came right over, his eyes darting around as he looked Ma Hongjun up and down.
"Dean, is this the new guy?" Oscar asked, his tone casual and overly familiar.
"Hmm." Flander glanced at him. "Oscar, this is Ma Hongjun, he'll be your classmate from now on. He's two years younger than you, so please take good care of him."
Oscar grinned and held out his hand.
"Hello, my name is Oscar, my martial soul is of the food type, level 18."
Ma Hongjun reached out and shook hands with him, feeling the warmth of the other's palm, and secretly sighed with emotion.
Level 18, age 8.
This level isn't outstanding among the Shrek Seven Devils, but considering that he has a food-type martial soul, his cultivation speed is naturally slower than that of a battle soul master, so this achievement is already quite good.
"Ma Hongjun, Evil Fire Phoenix, Level 10," Ma Hongjun introduced himself.
Oscar's eyes lit up immediately.
"A Fiery Phoenix? A mutated martial soul? Impressive!"
He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Brother, your martial spirit isn't really infected with evil fire, is it? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Ma Hongjun was taken aback by Oscar's directness, paused for a moment, and then nodded.
"A little."
Oscar gave him a knowing look and patted him on the shoulder.
"It's alright. When my soul power is higher, I'll make you something good to eat, which will definitely help relieve your symptoms."
Ma Hongjun felt a warmth in his heart.
Oscar in the original work is like that: he looks sleazy and has a sharp tongue, but he is kind-hearted and treats his friends with his whole heart.
"Alright, let's stop talking here."
Flander interrupted their conversation, "Zhao Wuji, call the other teachers over and let the new student meet them."
Zhao Wuji responded and turned to walk into the courtyard.
A short while later, several middle-aged people came from different directions and gathered in the courtyard.
Flander stood in the middle, pointing at the people and introducing them to Ma Hongjun one by one.
"This is Li Yusong, a six-ring Soul Emperor, whose martial soul is the Dragon Pattern Staff. He is in charge of physical training and basic combat at the academy."
Li Yusong was an elderly man with a hunched back, gray hair, a stern face, and exceptionally sharp eyes.
He glanced at Ma Hongjun, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
"This is Lu Qibin, a six-ring Soul Emperor, whose Martial Soul is Chessboard. He is in charge of Soul Power control and tactical instruction."
Lu Qibin was in his early forties, wore glasses, and had a refined and scholarly appearance, looking like a schoolteacher.
He smiled at Ma Hongjun, his smile gentle.
"This is Shao Xin, a six-ring Soul Emperor, whose Martial Soul is Candy Bean. He is responsible for guiding and providing nutritional support to students in the Food Science Department."
Shao Xin was a chubby middle-aged man with a round face, big ears, and a friendly smile; he seemed like a kind person.
He looked Ma Hongjun up and down, then smiled and said, "Good prospect, Dean Flander has a good eye."
Ma Hongjun bowed and greeted them respectfully.
He knew that any one of these people would be a big shot on the mainland.
A six-ring Soul Emperor, who could easily become an elder in the Spirit Hall, is content to stay in this dilapidated village as a teacher.
This is Shrek.
They were dirt poor, but their inner strength was unfathomable.
"Including me, the four-eyed cat owl, a seven-ring soul saint."
Flander finally pointed to himself, his tone flat, but with a hint of arrogance:
"You've met Zhao Wuji, a seven-ring Soul Saint. Our setup is top-tier even on the continent."
Ma Hongjun nodded sincerely.
Two seven-ring Soul Saints and three six-ring Soul Emperors—such a faculty lineup is unmatched by many advanced Soul Master academies on the continent!
Of course, he knew that Flanders' words were somewhat self-serving.
After all, Shrek Academy is so poor that it has virtually no facilities and doesn't even have decent training equipment. It relies entirely on these teachers to keep things afloat.
"How many students does the college currently have?" Ma Hongjun asked.
Flander's expression stiffened slightly.
"Currently..." he cleared his throat, "there's only Oscar."
Ma Hongjun: "..."
Only one person?
He knew Shrek Academy had strict admission requirements, but it was still an "academy," so having only one student was a bit too much, wasn't it?
"Ahem." Flander coughed twice and explained, "Shrek's admission standard is—only monsters are accepted, not ordinary people. Those who meet the standard are one in ten thousand. Oscar was adopted by me when he was a child. He has full innate soul power and a food-type martial soul, so he barely qualifies."
He paused and glanced at Ma Hongjun.
"You're the second one."
Ma Hongjun fell silent.
They only accept monsters, not ordinary people.
He had heard this phrase in his previous life and thought it was powerful.
Only now, experiencing it firsthand, do I understand the hardship behind it.
The standards are too high; we simply can't find anyone.
Without tuition fees, there is no source of income.
Moreover, none of these people earn extra money.
With such strong abilities, money would definitely not be a problem if he were willing to go out and work.
However, from another perspective, those who can enter Shrek Academy are indeed monsters.
Oscar, at eight years old and level eighteen, possesses a food-type martial soul, making him a genius among geniuses.
Needless to say, he himself, with his Evil Fire Phoenix and innate full soul power, would be given special attention and training if placed in the Spirit Hall.
"Besides Oscar, will there be anyone else?" Ma Hongjun asked knowingly.
"It will happen," Frande said firmly. "As long as I'm here, Shrek Academy will continue to operate. One day, the strongest Soul Master on the continent will emerge from here."
Looking into Flander's narrow eyes, Ma Hongjun saw an almost obsessive determination.
In the original work, Flanders is harsh, stingy, and sarcastic, but his dedication to education and responsibility to his students are unmatched by many so-called masters.
"Teacher, I believe you," Ma Hongjun said earnestly.
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