In the blink of an eye, there was another person beside Zhao Wuji. As soon as this person appeared, the expression on Zhao Wuji's face relaxed a bit, "Boss, this senior..."
The newcomer waved his hand at Zhao Wuji, indicating that he shouldn't speak. Faced with the invisible pressure, the newcomer also had to release his own martial soul.
A pair of huge wings unfolded from behind him, covering his entire body with a layer of feathers. The vertical pupils in his orange-yellow eyes gleamed brightly, and seven soul rings of the same color as Zhao Wuji suddenly appeared, oscillating up and down around his body.
"I have seen you under the heavenly canopy." This person not only had no intention of taking action, but instead respectfully bowed to the man in black.
Zhao Wujie took a deep breath, and after hearing his companion's words, he finally knew who the person in front of him was. His heart contracted, oh god, when did he offend this terrifying guy? The person in front of him was none other than the one known as the strongest power holder in the Soul Master realm, the title Douluo. The direction of his martial soul development was exactly the same as his own, but compared to him, his own strength was just a faint spark.
The man in black said coldly, "No need for formalities, I'm here to cause trouble. Cat Hawk Martial Soul, 78th level, worthy of being the main fighter of the original Golden Iron Triangle, Flender. This Shrek Academy is yours."
Flanders nodded and said: "Yes, Your Excellency. I don't know what Zhao Wuji did to offend you. Can you give me a little face?"
The man in black said indifferently, "Less nonsense, stand aside. Otherwise, I'll beat you up together with him. Zhao Wuji, I'm giving you a chance, I won't use my martial soul. If you can last one incense stick's time on my hands, I won't say another word and will leave immediately. Otherwise, you must do something for me."
Zhao Wujie bitterly smiled and said, "Under the vast sky, sir, I really don't understand where I offended you. Can you please clarify first?" His meaning was clear: even if he died, he wanted to die with a clear understanding of things.
But standing beside Zhao Wuji's side, Fran suddenly dodged to the side, clearly not intending to care about Zhao Wuji anymore.
"The man in black snorted, 'Do I need to say it? After hitting the younger one, the older one naturally wants to stand up and seek justice. This is a matter of course. Let's do it.'"
The huge object in the black-clothed man's hand and the nine soul rings on his body disappeared at the same time, but the next moment, he had already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji.
Boom boom, rumble rumble, ah...
The sound of collision, the powerful roar, the dull hum, the mournful cry, rose and fell in the forest.
Vandel, with his two wings spread out beside him, couldn't help but cover his eyes and turn away, unable to bear the sight.
It wasn't even necessary to light a single incense stick, and all battles were already over in just ten breaths.
The man in black stood with his hands behind his back, as if nothing had happened, and his black clothes didn't even have a single wrinkle. But poor Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground, his head swollen into a ball, his two eyes turned pitch black, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, gasping for breath with big gulps.
"Zhao Wuji, do you understand?" The man in black said calmly.
Feng Lan only dared to come over and helped Zhao Wuji up from the ground, unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji's face was full of gratitude, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."
The man in black nodded at them two, his lips moved silently, and he said a few words in a low voice.
Zhao Wuji and Flender nodded at the same time, with a serious expression on their faces.
"What just happened is considered compensation for you. From now on, it's troublesome for all of you." The black-clad man's voice was no longer cold, but still very calm. Behind the black mask, his deep eyes revealed a hint of faint warmth. After saying this last sentence, he vanished quietly in an instant.
Zhao Wuji stood there, and together with Fran, the two of them didn't move for half a day. His body also needed Fran's support to stand steadily.
"Flanders, you're really ungrateful. Someone tells you to stand aside and you just do it? If not for the fact that Lord Mengxia didn't have any malicious intentions, I'd probably be a cold corpse by now." Zhao Wuji complained.
At this time, the two people's martial souls had all returned, and standing beside Zhao Wuji was a tall, old man who spoke with a slight stutter. If Tang San and Xiao Wu were here, they would definitely recognize that this old man was the cunning boss who sold them the crystal ball for 200 gold soul coins that day.
Flanders said in a bad tone: "What do you know? If he really had malicious intentions, plus me, wouldn't we have to die? Haven't you heard of his reputation? He even dares to hit the Pope, what would he be afraid of? He just said that if he wins, he'll let you do something for him, of course, he won't really hurt you. Otherwise, how could you do things for him? You don't even understand this. It's just that I didn't expect him to be..."
Zhou Wuji smiled wryly and said, "How could I not see your intention? You don't want to provoke him. But after being beaten so badly, can't I even complain a bit? However, his strength is really too terrifying. Even without the Soul Master's possession, I'm still far from being his match. I think his soul power has already exceeded level 95. He's very close to reaching the hundredth level of Dou Tian. Probably in the entire continent, there aren't many people who can rival him."
Flender said, "Which of the Title Douluo is easy to mess with? You're lucky this time. Let's go back. Although you suffered a bit today, being able to get his guidance is still very beneficial for you as a soul master."
The night had already deepened, and the students of Slake Academy didn't know that so many things had happened on this seemingly quiet night. As for Zhao Wuji being beaten into a pig's head face, it wouldn't be restored so quickly this time.
