Triggering a treasure chest in Douluo Continent

Chapter 92 Finished Taking Down

The more tense Dai Mubai's mind became, the more exhausted he became. Soon, all the illusory clones disappeared.

Dai Mubai's figure also became unsteady, his tiger claws flailing wildly, as if he had just gone through a great battle.

"Come out...give me...come out!" Dai Mubai's voice came in broken sentences.

"I'm here, come and hit me!" Shi Quan's voice came from directly in front.

Dai Mubai shook his head, forcing his eyes open to see. Seeing that Shi Quan was less than five meters away, he suddenly unleashed his aura, squatted down, and pounced forward.

That's right, everything just now was an act. He was indeed exhausted, but he hadn't reached his limit yet. He was also certain that Shi Quan's ability was to weaken his consciousness and make him tired. If this continued, he would surely lose.

So he deliberately pretended to be unable to hold on, in order to lure Shi Quan out.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow; like a tiger pouncing on its prey, it ultimately missed.

The tiger's claws, radiating a cold light, caught up with the retreating Shi Quan, but ultimately dissipated into specks of light.

"Are you seeing things? I'm right here." Shi Quan's voice rang out again, and Shi Quan's figure reappeared five meters in front of Dai Mubai.

How could Shi Quan not know Dai Mubai's condition? Such a clumsy scheme to lure him out, they really think he's an idiot.

Wasn't he just joking around?

Now let's switch roles and see who can outmaneuver whom.

Dai Mubai attacked again, his movements even slower than before. As Shi Quan dodged, his voice rang out again, "You're not doing well either. How long did you even last? Are you too weak? Why don't you have your two girlfriends brew you some tonics?"

Hearing Shi Quan's words, Dai Mubai felt a surge of anger rising within him, but his body was no longer under his control. Every movement felt like a thousand pounds of weight. All he wanted to do was lie down and sleep.

Seeing that it was almost time, taking advantage of Dai Mubai's momentary lapse in attention, Shi Quan flashed in front of Dai Mubai and punched him twice in the eye sockets. Dai Mubai instantly collapsed to the ground, and it was unclear whether he was knocked unconscious by Shi Quan or fell asleep.

But his panda eyes were particularly noticeable.

Shi Quan is quite strong; he put a lot of effort into those two punches. Even after eating Oscar's giant sausage, it will take two days for his panda eyes to recover.

"Taking him down is done." Shi Quan clapped his hands and smiled at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing chuckled lightly, immediately realizing that Shi Quan's two punches were to help her vent her anger.

"If the dean is still not satisfied, I can beat him even harder next time, I guarantee he won't be able to get out of bed."

"Cough cough."

Flander appeared beside Dai Mubai, helped him up, and after checking him over, seeing that he was alright, coughed twice and continued, "No need. This is the first time I've seen a mental-type martial soul like yours. Your second soul skill should be releasing illusions, and your first soul skill shouldn't just be about slowing down people's reactions, right?"

Shi Quan nodded. "My first soul skill can release an aura that makes people within its range feel mentally exhausted. The longer you stay there, the stronger the effect becomes."

"A range-type soul skill, is this a hundred-year soul skill? Not a thousand-year? Ten-thousand-year?" Flander's eyes widened, his expression filled with disbelief.

"This is certainly not a hundred-year soul skill..." Shi Quan thought to himself. The soul rings of his spirit soul were all silver, and the color he was showing now was disguised by Xiao Meng.

His soul skills were far beyond what ordinary soul skills could compare to. The soul skills brought by Xiaomeng were calculated based on Shi Quan's spiritual power. If the three soul skills of the Spirit Soul were converted into age limit, the true effect of each soul skill would be at least comparable to a soul ring of more than five thousand years.

"Mental fatigue? Illusion? Individually, they are both support-type soul skills, but when combined, they do have considerable combat power."

Although Flander found it unbelievable, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it might be due to Shi Quan's martial soul, and nodded.

Shi Quan defeated Dai Mubai, who was six levels higher than him in soul power, without even using his third soul skill, which shows how strange his abilities are.

Most importantly, Shi Quan also possesses the ability to fly, and judging from Zhao Wuji's feedback yesterday, Shi Quan seems to be unaffected by gravity.

All things considered, although Shi Quan is a support-type Soul Master, his actual combat strength is in no way weaker than that of a power-attack type Soul Master of the same level. With his ability to fly, unless countered, Shi Quan can barely remain undefeated against most Soul Masters.

"A true martial soul spirit? What kind of martial soul is this? I've never heard of it before. It's so strong. Compared to these little monsters, he's the real little monster."

Flander's eyes gleamed as he spoke, "Zhuang Zhou, your martial soul is special. You, like them, attend classes at night. As for you guys..."

Flander looked at Ning Rongrong and Oscar, "Ning Rongrong, you're absolutely right. Physical strength is very important for a support-type Soul Master, so your lesson today is physical training. From now on, run twenty laps around the entire village. You can use your own Martial Soul for support."

"Running?" Ning Rongrong frowned and looked at Flander.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Flander looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Running has relatively limited effect on improving physical fitness. Doesn't the academy have other more comprehensive physical training methods?" At the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, Ning Rongrong trains in physical fitness every day and is already used to it, but she has hardly ever run.

"A more comprehensive physical training?" Flander frowned. In his opinion, running was the best way to train physical fitness, as it could not only improve endurance but also speed. This should be the best training method for support Soul Masters.

"That's right, running is only good for warming up. Doesn't the academy offer more systematic and professional training for physical conditioning?"

"Tell me, what exactly is more professional and systematic training?" Flander looked at Ning Rongrong, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Hearing Flander's words, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She looked around at the surroundings and said, "The educational resources are poor, and the educational level doesn't seem high either. I really don't know how you managed to gather all these geniuses together. Is it just because of their reputation?"

Hearing Ning Rongrong belittle the academy and its educational level in front of everyone, Flander's face immediately darkened. "Ning Rongrong, if you think the academy is no good, you are free to leave."

Ning Rongrong smiled, a smile that sent a chill down one's spine.

"What? Flander, can't I even talk about it? Don't you have any idea what kind of academy yours is? How can you properly teach students and help them reach their potential when you're so poor? I came here because of your academy's reputation. I came to find stronger partners and to become stronger myself, but in reality, Shrek Academy's level is not much different from most academies, and may even be lower. The reason it has its current reputation is only because of a few of you little Soul Saints and Soul Emperors who have barely managed to make a name for yourselves as monsters, right?"

Hearing Ning Rongrong belittle the academy to the point of worthlessness, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Oscar's expressions all changed.

Upon hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Flander's eyes finally flashed with anger, but he managed to suppress it. "Since you think Shrek Academy can't teach you well, then please leave. Shrek also doesn't welcome students who don't approve of the academy."

Ning Rongrong sneered, "So what if it's bad? You can't even let people say it? You want to kick me out? Now that I'm here, I can leave whenever I want."

Flander sneered, "This academy is my territory, I call the shots. Tang San, Xiao Wu."

"Dean," Tang San and Xiao Wu replied.

Flander said, "You two take Ning Rongrong's things out of her room and then send her away. If she resists, just tie her up and throw her out."

"Flander, you dare to let them lay a hand on me? It seems you must have received my father's letter, right?" Ning Rongrong remained calm. "If you dare to throw me out, I'll immediately return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and have my Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa tear down your fraudulent academy, so that Shrek will cease to exist in this world. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to try."

Flander's eyes flashed with anger, his chest heaving violently with rage. He hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to be so clever as to guess that he had received Ning Fengzhi's letter. Although he had stayed in Soto City for many years and was detached from worldly affairs, he had still heard about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's little princess.

He believed that if Ning Rongrong said it, she would definitely do it.

They thought they had something to rely on, but Shrek still encountered a formidable opponent.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Flander's eyes blazed with anger, but he could only swallow his pride and say, "Then tell me, where did I teach you wrong? Running can train your strength, endurance, and speed as well? How is this kind of training unprofessional? How is it bad? If you can't give me a clear answer, even if it offends the two Your Majesties, I will still have to teach you a lesson today."

Ning Rongrong scoffed, "Running can be categorized by distance into long-distance running and short-distance running, and by speed into jogging and sprinting. You're asking us to run twenty laps around the village before noon. Long-distance running with a time limit means there's a certain speed requirement. Although I don't know the exact distance, the focus of your training is just physical strength and endurance. Such training is slow and ineffective. It's better to just do a horse stance, which is faster, shorter, and more effective."

Even if you don't know the horse stance, you can still use weights to run fast and slow over a certain distance, repeating this cycle. This will not only quickly burn off energy but also provide a better training effect. Simply running a certain distance within a certain time is the most time-consuming and least effective training method.

Flander frowned, momentarily speechless at Ning Rongrong's words...

(End of this chapter)