Chapter 92 Registration
Chapter 92 Registration
Dai Mubai felt the strength of the Blue Silver Grass, and then his first soul ring flashed. His whole body glowed with golden light, and he broke free from the entanglement of the Blue Silver Grass.
"First soul skill, White Tiger Body Shield. Boy, I didn't expect your Blue Silver Grass to be poisonous. However, this poison has no effect on me."
Tang San's forehead twisted slightly. It was the first time he met such a powerful opponent. In the academy of Notting City, there was no one who could withstand his attack.
Then the second soul ring flashed, and the entire hotel floor was covered with blue silver grass seeds. This was the second soul skill given to him by the hundred-year-old ghost vine, parasitism.
Dai Mubai didn't care about the seeds on the ground, and his second soul ring lit up.
"The second soul skill, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave."
A beam of golden light spurted out of his mouth and went straight towards Xiao San.
Tang San's eyes flashed with purple when he saw this, and he moved sideways several meters like a ghost, avoiding the shock wave.
Then the first soul ring surged again.
"The first soul skill, Blue Silver Coil."
Combined with the seeds all over the ground bestowed by the second soul skill, a large amount of blue silver grass rushed towards Dai Mubai, and soon he was wrapped up like a dumpling.
Dai Mubai was under the White Tiger Protective Shield. He tried to break free but found it was useless. A hint of anger appeared on his face.
Seeing that the opponent was unable to move, Tang San punched Dai Mubai's waist.
Dai Mubai's face turned pale when he saw this. It would be disastrous if he was hit.
"The third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation."
As the purple soul ring glowed, Dai Mubai's muscles tensed up and he easily broke free from the blue silver grass that had previously left him helpless.
"Boy, you win if you can force me to use my third soul ring. My third soul skill can double my overall attributes. The time limit is half an hour. You will not be my opponent."
As he spoke, he put away his martial spirit, walked to his two female companions, put his hands around their waists skillfully, and walked out of the hotel.
"Manager Wang, the store's losses are my responsibility. Let's settle the bill together next time."
The manager nodded and immediately arranged for personnel to repair the hotel lobby.
After seeing Dai Mubai use his third spirit skill to break free from his Blue Silver Grass, Tang San had already placed his hands on the Twenty-Four Bridges in the Moonlight. Since the other party had already decided to die, he didn't intend to be polite anymore.
But who would have thought that Dai Mubai would admit defeat directly, showing that he is a man who dares to do and take responsibility for his actions.
Tang San watched Dai Mubai walk out of the hotel. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at him.
"You are also going to register for Shrek Academy, right? I guess you will become my junior. See you then."
Hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared on Tang San's face. How did the other party know that I would go to Shrek Academy?
However, I didn't ask any more questions. Since the other party is also a student there, I can just wait until he enrolls and then slowly ask him about it.
Dai Mubai hugged the twins and went somewhere carefree, but he didn't notice that Zhu Zhuqing on the second floor of the hotel was looking at his departing back with a grim face, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.
Looking at the little cat who turned away with a gloomy face, Ning Bei showed a sly smile. No matter how majestic you are now, you will feel very aggrieved later.
Perhaps it was because there was no lively little rabbit to take Xiao San out for a stroll, Tang San never left the room after checking into the hotel.
The next morning, Ning Bei set out for Shrek Academy. There was already a long queue outside the academy's village, probably attracted by the small advertisements of Monster Academy.
There was a simple table at the front of the team. An old man was sitting at the table. He looked at the little boy in front of him and said:
"The registration fee is 10 gold soul coins."
The little boy's mother put the gold soul coins into the box on the table with a painful look on her face. The old man nodded with satisfaction when he saw this.
"Put your hand out."
"Well, the bone age is 13 years old, qualified, release the martial spirit."
The boy timidly summoned his martial spirit, and a yellow spirit ring appeared before the old man.
"You are unqualified, please leave."
The boy’s mother was very angry. How could he not meet the requirements?
"My child's soul power level has reached level 20. He only needs to obtain one soul ring to become a great soul master. How come he is not qualified?"
After hearing this, a trace of disdain flashed across the old man's face.
"Your child would be considered a genius in other places, but this is Shrek Academy, an academy that specializes in recruiting monsters. What is a monster? Only those under the age of 13 with a soul power of more than 25 can be barely called monsters."
The boy and his mother were very surprised. How could such a person exist? "Son, this school looks so shabby. We might as well not go to school. Let's go to the Soto City Advanced Soul Master Academy."
The boy nodded, agreeing with his mother's point of view.
The woman looked at the old man.
"We don't want to study at your crappy academy anymore. Give us back the registration fee."
The duck is in your mouth, and you still want it to fly away?
“Once the registration fee is received, it will never be refunded.”
The woman was immediately furious when she heard this.
"What kind of broken rules are you using? Are you trying to rob me?"
Seeing the woman pestering him, the old man looked helplessly at the yawning lecher on the side.
"Mubai!"
Dai Mubai woke up instantly and summoned his martial soul. Three soul rings, yellow, yellow and purple, appeared on his body.
The old man pointed at Dai Mubai beside him.
"If you want to get your registration fee back, you can. Just defeat him."
The mother and son looked at Dai Mubai, who was obviously not easy to mess with, swallowed their saliva, and left cursing.
When the old man saw the two leave, he summoned his martial soul, and an iron stick with dragon patterns appeared in his hand. Six soul rings appeared, one white, two yellow, two purple, and one black, representing that the old man was a Soul Emperor.
"My name is Li Yusong, and I'm a level 61 Battle Soul Emperor. Let me say this one last time. The academy only recruits monsters under 13 years old with soul power over level 25. Ordinary people, don't get involved."
When the long team heard this, most of them were scared away in an instant.
Ning Rongrong in the team whispered to Xiao Wu:
"It seems that this academy is quite interesting. The uncles guarding the gate are all Soul Emperors."
The little rabbit nodded. She was also very curious about what this academy would teach.
There was no one in line before Tang San met the two of them, so he slowly walked up to the old man and put 10 gold soul coins into the box.
The old man nodded and asked him to stretch out his hand, intending to test his bone age.
"Hmm? Weird, have you trained any special soul skills on your hands? Why can't I feel the specific bone age? Stretch out your legs."
Seeing this, Tang San lifted his legs onto the wooden table again. After Li Yusong touched it, he nodded.
"You are of the right age, release your martial spirit."
A blue silver grass appeared in Tang San's hand, and two yellow spirit rings rose up.
Li Yusong widened his eyes upon seeing this.
"Can a useless martial spirit like Blue Silver Grass be cultivated to the level of a great spirit master?"
After listening to this, Tang San smiled slightly on his gloomy face.
"My master once said that there are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters. I think I have passed the test."
"Well, Mu Bai, take this kid to the test later."
"I understand, teacher."
However, Dai Mubai did not take Tang San to the back immediately. He became interested in a figure in the team.
"We meet again, Tang San. Please wait a moment. There should be other students who meet the requirements."
Tang San nodded, without any hurry, and looked at the team.
"Wow, Xiao Wu, Blue Silver Grass, this kind of martial spirit can also be cultivated."
"Yeah, I see you're hungry."
(End of this chapter)