Chapter 62: The Master's God Rank Deduction! [Third Release]_1

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Betting half the academy with someone, is that a good omen?

What exactly is going on in this old pal's head?

Crap?

"It seems you still don't understand."

The Master carefully tucked the written pledge into his clothes, a mysterious smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't understand."

Flender admitted that he didn't understand.

He was ignorant, not knowing why this would be considered a good omen.

"Think about it, at first the bet was about the academy, then it turned out that half the academy could also seal the deal, which shows that this pledge is merely a formality. He doesn't care about what he gets; it also indirectly proves that he actually wants to become my disciple, just looking for a way to deal with his family."

At that moment, the Master adopted a deeply analytical pose.

"Ah? Are you saying that everything he said just now was intentional? That this last pledge was signed just for formality's sake?"

For some reason, Flender found this unbelievable.

But his old pal seemed utterly convinced.

It made him a bit unsure of himself.

"Mmm-hmm, I can guarantee that's the case. I suspect that there was a Titled Douluo listening in from some corner of the room just now, so he couldn't agree openly. But once he owes on this pledge, if he loses, he can take it based on the pledge to become my disciple, even his family couldn't object, after all, it's in black and white."

Yu Xiaogang said with assurance.

"But Xiaogang, why would he do that?"

Flender was baffled.

He felt there was some sense to it, but on closer scrutiny, it seemed nonsensical.

"Why do that? Isn't that simple? His clan surely wouldn't want him to take a level 29 teacher. Clans like that place the utmost importance on aspects like Soul Power and Martial Souls, so he needs an irrefutable reason to become my disciple."

The Master explained.

"But why does he want to become your disciple?"

Flender asked again.

"Flender, birds of a feather flock together. I trained Tang San, a man with a Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul, into a level thirty-three Soul Honor, the most powerful fighter among Shrek Academy's students today. He must be interested in that."

The Master said.

If he announced now that he was accepting disciples,

most of Shrek Academy would likely want to become his disciples.

Because Tang San has set a benchmark.

"Alright, but I still think we should be careful with this matter, after all, we now owe half the academy."

Flender advised the Master.

For some reason, he felt increasingly uneasy.

A sense of having six gods and no masters about him.

"You, you've hidden away in this little place for years, afraid to take any risks. With his level, I reckon even Mubai could surpass him, not to mention Tang San, our secret weapon. We're sure to win; just you wait and see!"

The Master confidently said to Flender.

The self-assured smile was all over his stubbly face.

"Master, Boss, you've finally come back."

As soon as they arrived at the academy, they were greeted by an excited Zhao Wuji who was substituting for a class.

"Master, Dean Flender, where's the new student?"

The folks from Shrek also showed a curious posture.

This morning they had heard from Teacher Zhao Wuji that Shrek Academy was getting a new student.

And that this new student was quite formidable.

So everyone was very much looking forward to it.

Yet they found that not a single person was following the Master and Dean Flender!

The excitement on their faces suddenly turned to awkwardness.

"The new student wants to get into Shrek Academy, but he must go through a trial. Tonight at the soul fighting arena will be the time to test the new student," the Master suddenly declared.

After all, it was only a matter of time before that kid would become his disciple.

On the other hand, Flender headed towards the dean's office.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt his brother might be going crazy.

On the way, the more he thought about it, the stranger he found it.

"What's wrong, Boss?"

Zhao Wuji followed along.

He sensed that his boss had been in a somber mood ever since he came back.

"Nothing, you've had a hard morning, go get some rest," Flender demurred.

He didn't want a third person to know about this matter yet.

The field.

"Teacher, do you mean to say that our opponents tonight will include the new student?"

Tang San asked.

"Xiaosan, as expected, you're very smart. Indeed, tonight you might encounter the new student in battle. As seniors, I hope you'll bring out your strongest power and don't embarrass yourselves. Also, within this week, I want you to reach at least the Bronze Soul Fighting Badge, and Xiaosan, you must at least get a Silver Fighting Soul Badge," the Master said to Tang San.

The Soul Arena's badge levels are divided into Iron Fighting Soul, Bronze Fighting Soul, Silver Fighting Soul, Gold Fighting Soul, Purple Gold Fighting Soul, Sapphire Fighting Soul, Ruby Fighting Soul, Diamond Fighting Soul.

Silver Fighting Soul is just the third level, requiring only a thousand points.

Tang San achieving this should be well within his capabilities!

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