Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body.

Chapter 46 Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun

"it is good."

Yue Guan smiled faintly and slowly walked towards Tang Hao.

Tang Hao was still kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, repeatedly muttering "No".

But when he heard Yang Jian say that he was going to Shrek Academy.

He looked up abruptly, as if he had been electrocuted.

Shrek Academy.

The mistress is still there!

This devil is going to Shrek Academy; he's going to hurt the mistress!

"No—no!" Tang Hao's voice became sharp and urgent. He struggled to stand up, but fell back down because of his severe injuries. "You can't go to Shrek Academy! Don't hurt Xiao San!"

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He crawled toward Yang Jian, grabbed Yang Jian's trouser legs with both hands, and his eyes were full of pleading.

"Please—I'll do anything you want—please don't hurt the other woman—she's just a child—"

Yang Jian glanced down at him, her face expressionless.

Then he kicked Tang Hao's hand away.

Before Tang Hao could say anything more, Yue Guan had already walked over.

He struck Tang Hao on the back of the neck with a palm, sealing his soul power.

Tang Hao's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to even struggle.

Yue Guan lifted Tang Hao and soared into the air.

"Don't rush." ​​Yue Guan looked down at Tang Hao in his hand, his smile meaningful. "The most interesting things are yet to come."

Tang Hao tried to struggle and shout, but his soul power was sealed and his injuries were too severe, so he couldn't do anything.

He could only let Yue Guan carry him further and further away until he disappeared into the horizon.

Yang Jian stood there until Yue Guan's figure disappeared, then let out a long breath.

He found a flat rock, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique.

Although the injuries on his body looked frightening, most of them were superficial wounds.

A truly serious injury.

It was the internal organs and broken meridians damaged by the Haotian Hammer.

However, regarding the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts...

These are nothing.

Soul power circulated within the body, gently nourishing the damaged meridians and internal organs.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The broken bones were reconnected, and the bruises gradually dissolved.

Two and a half hours later, Yang Jian opened her eyes.

He moved his body, and his bones made a slight cracking sound.

The wounds on his body have almost completely healed, his skin is as smooth as ever, and there are no scars left.

"As expected of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts."

Yang Jian sighed, stood up, and dusted himself off.

He found a stream nearby, took a bath, and changed into clean clothes.

The stream was crystal clear, reflecting his figure: sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a face as handsome as jade.

Yang Jian looked at his reflection, nodded in satisfaction, and then walked towards Shrek Academy.

He began to look forward to meeting Tang San.

And Xiao Wu's spirit ring and spirit bone, those were things he had wanted for a long time.

And Ning Rongrong.

I don't know if she already knows that Gu Rong is dead.

At the entrance of Shrek Academy.

It was getting late, and the setting sun had painted the horizon a deep orange-red.

Yang Jian stood in front of the two dilapidated wooden doors, about to go in, when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

He turned his head and saw two people walking towards him with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Walking on the left was a blond boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, tall and handsome, with a touch of languor and wickedness.

His clothes were somewhat disheveled, his collar was open, revealing his muscular chest, and he exuded an air of cynicism.

Walking on the right was a chubby little boy, with a round body, a face full of fat, and a bit of smear still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

water.

His eyes were narrowed to slits, and his expression was one of lingering enjoyment, clearly indicating that he had just returned from some enjoyable place.

Yang Jian recognized the two people at a glance.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun.

Judging from their expressions, they still seemed unsatisfied; they must have gone to a brothel.

That does fit the character's persona.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun also noticed Yang Jian.

A strange young man stood at the entrance of Shrek Academy, his face unbelievably handsome.

For some reason, a strange hostility arose in both of them at the same time.

Dai Mubai released Ma Hongjun's shoulder and stepped forward.

He was even a little taller than Yang Jian, which made him look quite imposing.

"Hey kid, what are you doing here?"

Dai Mubai's voice carried a hint of impatience.

Yang Jian casually replied, "Join Shrek Academy."

Ma Hongjun peeked out from behind, looked Yang Jian up and down, and snorted coldly.

"Now is not the time to register, hurry back to where you came from!"

"Besides, do you know Shrek Academy's admission requirements?" Ma Hongjun puffed out his round belly, looking arrogant. "We only accept monsters, not ordinary people. They must be under thirteen years old and have a soul power of at least level twenty-one."

He pointed at Yang Jian's face: "Let's not even talk about whether your soul power meets the standard. Judging from your appearance, you're clearly over thirteen years old. Hurry up and leave, don't embarrass yourself here."

Yang Jian looked at the chubby boy who resembled a potato mine and said, "Whether I can join Shrek Academy is not up to you, you fat pig. I will go in and ask the dean for an answer myself."

Ma Hongjun's expression changed instantly.

Fat pig?

He hates being called a fat pig!

"Damn it! You're asking for it!"

Ma Hongjun's fat jiggled violently as he clenched his fist and slammed it toward Yang Jian's face.

Yang Jian didn't even glance at him, and casually waved his hand.

Ma Hongjun felt an irresistible force crashing into him.

He flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground.

"ah"

A pig-like scream rang out as Ma Hongjun lay on the ground, clutching his chest, feeling as if several of his bones were broken.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He didn't even have time to react to that slap.

"Um?"

Dai Mubai's expression changed.

He stared at Yang Jian, his gaze becoming more serious.

This boy, who looked about the same age as himself, casually swung his hand and sent Ma Hongjun flying; he was definitely not an ordinary person.

However, during all the years Dai Mubai spent at Shrek Academy, Ma Hongjun was always his junior.

Although this fat man dragged him to brothels every day and he always paid, in the end, this was still his man.

Hitting someone in front of him is like slapping him in the face.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, a flash of anger in his eyes, and a dangerous aura emanated from his entire body.

"You little brat, how dare you commit violence in front of me? Do you have a death wish?"

Ma Hongjun lay on the ground, clutching his chest, and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Boss Dai! Get revenge for me! Cripple this guy!"

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Yang Jian remained calm throughout.

He glanced at the howling Ma Hongjun, then at the unfriendly-looking Dai Mubai, and sighed inwardly.

Of the Shrek Seven Devils, apart from Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar, the rest all have some kind of mental issues.

Take these two idiots in front of me, for example.

Because he was afraid of dying, Dai Mubai abandoned his fiancée and ran away to this place to escape reality.

That's understandable, since being afraid of death is human nature.

The key issue is that he's so arrogant; he starts barking like a dog without even understanding other people's abilities.

Is this Shrek Academy's motto?

A Soul Master who doesn't cause trouble isn't a good Soul Master.

I'm not afraid that one day I'll offend a Title Douluo and get slapped to death.

As for Ma Hongjun, his mind was filled with lewd thoughts of visiting brothels, so he couldn't be bothered to comment.

Yang Jian chuckled, looking at Dai Mubai. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of contempt.

"A weakling like you has no chance of killing me."

"A piece of trash should act like trash. I advise you to get out of the way."

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