Chapter 263
Ma Hongjun Reshapes His Worldview!
"Twelve years old... Level 58... Soul King... City Lord... Cataclysmic Beast..."
Ma Hongjun muttered these words repeatedly, every inch of fat on his chubby face twitching uncontrollably.
He felt as if his brain had been stuffed with a lump of paste. He could understand every word Flander said, but when those words were put together to describe the same person, they created a monster that was completely beyond his imagination, like something out of a myth!
"A challenge beyond one's level?"
Flanders let out a bitter laugh, as if mocking Ma Hongjun's naiveté, or perhaps the capriciousness of fate.
"It's more than just surpassing a level! Yesterday, he 'surpassed a level'! With the rank of Soul King, he crushed a Soul Saint! Without breaking a sweat! No, he didn't even truly make a move; he merely released his Martial Soul! And you…"
Flander's gaze returned to Ma Hongjun's bulky body wrapped in bandages, his expression indescribably complex, containing anger, disappointment, and even a hint of sorrowful fear.
"...And you, with a lewd look and a few obscene words, went and flirted with Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing next to him and with whom he clearly had a close relationship?"
"Hongjun, Hongjun, do you know what a stupid thing you've done? You've spat in the face of a sleeping dragon! You've run naked under the thunderclouds of a natural disaster! You're courting death!!"
Flander's tone became agitated, and his finger trembled slightly as he pointed at Ma Hongjun:
"You weren't killed on the spot! You weren't crushed into mincemeat by that giant beast! You weren't swallowed by quicksand and left with no trace! You were merely pierced a few times by earth spikes formed from soul power, and your skin was scraped off a few layers!"
"Fatty, let me tell you, this is absolutely not because Lin Xia is merciful! It's because you're simply not worthy of making him truly angry! In his eyes, you're not even qualified to be an opponent! At most, you're just a buzzing, annoying fly! You wouldn't even want to dirty your hands swat it away!"
"He spared your life and brought you back, so you can still lie here crying and begging for my mother..."
Flander's voice suddenly dropped to a low pitch, carrying a sense of weariness and powerlessness after surviving a catastrophe.
"This is already incredibly lucky! Our Shrek Academy's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke! You still dare to think about revenge? What are you going to use to take revenge? With your evil fire that can't even roast a chicken properly?!"
Boom!
Flander's final words, like a final, devastating thunderbolt, shattered all of Ma Hongjun's remaining hope, grievances, and resentment.
Twelve years old... Level 58 Soul King... Lord of Gengjin City... Soul Guide Pioneer... Controls Cataclysmic Beasts... Crushes Immovable King despite being of a higher level...
Every fragmented word or piece of information was frantically impacting, reshaping, and then completely crushing the worldview and sense of superiority he had built up over the past decade.
His arrogance and self-righteousness were utterly laughable in the face of true power!
So insignificant!
So utterly vulnerable!
He thought he had provoked a young, arrogant pretty boy with some power, relying on women, but he never expected that he had provoked a god walking among mortals! A dozing primordial beast!
"No...no...it's impossible..."
Ma Hongjun murmured in a daze, his swollen eyes filled only with boundless fear and confusion.
"This...this...is this even human language...?"
He felt his understanding had been completely overturned, his mind went blank, and it was as if his soul had been emptied out.
Seeing the fat man's dazed expression, Dai Mubai coldly added a comment.
“Fatty, remember what the dean said. From now on, stay away from Lin Xia and the people around him, the farther the better. Avoid them whenever you see them. Otherwise…”
He paused, his tone chilling.
“Next time, you might not be so lucky. No one will, and no one can, save you a second time.” Flander closed his eyes wearily and rubbed his throbbing temples.
One Zhao Wuji was already enough for him to handle, and now there's another one, Ma Hongjun, who's courting disaster and causing a huge mess.
Looking at the mass of fat on the bed, devoid of all energy and spirit, filled only with fear and lingering dread, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
He didn't even dare to think about what Shrek Academy would face if Lin Xia continued to show interest in this matter.
Flander didn't even know who Lin Xia was, so he was genuinely confused as to why she would be interested in a small academy like Shrek and insist on enrolling.
Meanwhile, Lin Xia eventually found the school cafeteria after going around in circles. Although it was called a cafeteria, it was actually just an agreement between the college and the village, where a few villagers were hired to take care of everyone's meals.
The canteen was filled with the simple aroma of rice porridge and pickled vegetables. The wooden tables were old, and a few people sat sparsely on the long benches.
The breakfast brought by the villagers was indeed simple.
A pot of fairly thick white porridge, several dishes of pickled vegetables, plus a stack of coarse flour steamed buns—the portion was quite substantial.
When Lin Xia and Zhu Zhuqing walked in, the small space seemed to brighten up suddenly.
Zhu Zhuqing's aloof and detached temperament, and Lin Xia's profound and composed demeanor, seemed somewhat out of place in this shabby environment.
Their gazes swept over.
Ning Rongrong sat alone in a corner a little further away. She barely touched the bowl of porridge in front of her, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She was clearly not used to the coarse food.
She unconsciously stirred the thin porridge in the bowl with her small spoon, revealing an innate air of pamperedness and dissatisfaction with her surroundings.
Her exquisite and luxurious dress stood in stark contrast to the simple dining hall.
And next to her, like a piece of chewing gum stuck to her, was a figure—Oscar.
He was talking animatedly, his face plastered with an almost fawning smile. His thick beard covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of wide-open, almond-shaped eyes that shone with undisguised admiration and flattery.
He kept handing out steamed buns and pushing plates of pickled vegetables, all the while chattering away.
"Rongrong, try this! It looks ordinary, but it's all-natural! Hey, this steamed bun is so chewy, it's amazing with pickled vegetables... Look, your porridge is getting cold, isn't it? Shall I get you a hot bowl? Although conditions at Shrek Academy are a bit tough, everyone's warm-hearted! Especially me, Oscar, I'm definitely the most helpful and loyal person, just let me know if you need anything! Oh, right, let me tell you a joke..."
Ning Rongrong ignored this and her brows furrowed even more.
She felt that the "fly" next to her was buzzing incessantly, which made her already irritable mood due to the harsh environment even worse.
She just wanted to get through this breakfast, which she had no appetite for, quietly and as decently as possible.
Just then, the cafeteria door was pushed open, and Lin Xia and Zhu Zhuqing walked in.
Ning Rongrong raised her head almost instantly.
When she saw Lin Xia, her beautiful eyes, which had been slightly dimmed with dissatisfaction, suddenly brightened, like two polished glass beads, instantly radiating amazing brilliance and vitality. (End of Chapter)