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

He could almost see the moment their fists collided, Yang Jian's arm breaking, his entire body flying through the air, spitting blood, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

however……

"boom!"

Their fists collided.

Dai Mubai's smile froze on his face.

The moment he made contact with Yang Jian's fist, he felt as if he were facing a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, and a power-type ten-thousand-year-old soul beast at that.

An overwhelming, unreasonable force traveled up his arm, dislocating it and sending him flying like a kite with a broken string.

"boom!"

He fell heavily next to Ma Hongjun, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Boss Dai!" Ma Hongjun exclaimed, completely dumbfounded.

Ma Hongjun never expected that Dai Mubai, who had the cultivation of a Soul Venerable, would be defeated in one move.

Moreover, the other person looked like a teenager, not much older than him.

Ma Hongjun's fat trembled slightly with fear, and he was extremely flustered.

I've run into a brick wall today.

Later, I'm afraid I'll have to beat myself up too.

"Tsk tsk tsk,"

Yang Jian withdrew his fist, glanced at Dai Mubai who was groaning while clutching his arm, and shook his head.

He didn't even use any force just now.

They couldn't even stop that; they're just too weak.

He didn't want to waste time here, so he ignored Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun and strode into Shrek Academy.

……

The interior of Shrek Academy was even more dilapidated than it appeared at the entrance.

A few rows of low bungalows, a muddy, uneven ground, and a playground overgrown with weeds.

Aside from being located in the countryside and having a relatively quiet environment, this place has absolutely nothing to offer.

Yang Jian walked a short distance and suddenly saw a person practicing boxing in an open space ahead.

The man was muscular and broad-shouldered, but rather short. His square face carried a fierce air about him.

He wore a gray short jacket that revealed his muscular build, and his punches were powerful and imposing, each punch carrying the fluctuations of soul power.

Based on the person's physical characteristics, Yang Jian roughly guessed his identity.

Fudo Myoo, Zhao Wuji.

He walked over.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji also noticed Yang Jian, stopped what he was doing, frowned, and looked Yang Jian up and down.

The face was unfamiliar; he was certain he had never seen it before.

"Who are you, kid?" Zhao Wuji's voice was quite gruff. "Shrek Academy isn't open to the public. What are you doing here?"

“I want to join Shrek Academy,” Yang said bluntly.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand: "The enrollment period has passed. If you really want to join, you can come back next year. Go back now."

Yang Jian shrugged and did not answer.

He merely released the fluctuations of his soul power.

Zhao Wuji, who had been nonchalant, suddenly widened his eyes upon sensing the fluctuation of soul power.

Soul King!

His nonchalance vanished instantly, replaced by shock and solemnity.

He looked Yang Jian up and down again, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This boy looks to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

It's actually the Soul King?

It's rare to see a Soul King in their twenties, let alone a Soul King in their teens!

After his initial shock, Zhao Wuji was overjoyed.

With such a genius joining Shrek Academy, what more needs to be said?

Only a fool would refuse!

"Let's go, let's go!" Zhao Wuji's expression changed instantly. He grabbed Yang Jian as if afraid he would run away. "I'll take you to the dean!"

Yang Jian thought to himself, "This person changes their expression faster than turning the pages of a book."

……

Flanders was counting money in his room.

He emptied the gold soul coins from his money bag and neatly stacked them on the table. His eyes narrowed into slits, a satisfied smile played on his lips, and his fingers gently rubbed the gold soul coins, making a crisp sound.

"Dong dong dong."

A knock came at the door.

Flander's movements became incredibly swift in an instant. He swept the gold soul coins into his money bag, stuffed them into the drawer, and then locked it. The whole process took less than a second, as if he had rehearsed it countless times.

"Come in."

After doing all this, Flander sat up straight, his face bearing the dignity of a dean, and called out to the door as if he hadn't done anything.

The door was pushed open, and Zhao Wuji walked in with a smile, followed by an unfamiliar young man.

"Old Zhao, what's up?"

Flander glanced at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, his voice echoing in the small room: "Dean, I met a real little monster today, and he wants to join our academy!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Yang Jian beside him.

Flander frowned slightly before turning his gaze to Yang Jian, looking him up and down.

This kid is quite good-looking, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a face as handsome as jade. Even when I was young, I had to avoid his sharp edge.

But Shrek Academy is not a beauty pageant.

"The admissions period has already passed." Flander leaned back in his chair, adopting the air of a dean, and said, "As dean, I cannot easily break the rules..."

“He is the Soul King,” Zhao Wuji interrupted him directly.

Flander's words caught in his throat.

He suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes wide open, and the composure and authority on his face vanished instantly.

"What did you say?"

“Soul King,” Zhao Wuji repeated, his smile deepening.

Flander's gaze returned to Yang Jian, and he extended his soul power perception to quickly investigate Yang Jian's level.

He was a Soul Saint after all, so this kind of thing was quite easy for him.

A moment later, Flanders gasped.

He really is the Soul King!

Level 50!

Although he hasn't obtained his fifth spirit ring yet, he is already a solid level 50!

Flander's expression completely changed.

He emerged from behind the table with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum, as warm as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

"Welcome, welcome!" He grabbed Yang Jian's hand and shook it vigorously. "From now on, you are a member of Shrek Academy!"

"Come on, come on!" Flander eagerly pulled Yang Jian outside. "I'll take you to meet the other little monsters. You're all around the same age, so you'll definitely have a lot to talk about!"

Yang Jian nodded and followed Flander, his heart filled with anticipation. Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing were finally going to meet in person.

"Wait for me."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and chased after him.

Chapter 48 Yang Jian's Self-Introduction

At this moment, in the Shrek Academy cafeteria.

Five people are eating around a long table.

Dinner was simple: whole grains, wild vegetables, and a meat broth with no trace of meat.

Sitting in the very center was a boy in blue, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. He had an ordinary face, at most a little better looking than the random passerby.

He sat upright, ate at a leisurely pace, and his blue hair was neatly combed back, revealing a slightly immature face.

Tang San.

Sitting next to Tang San was a girl with a scorpion-tail braid, wearing a pink dress, with fair skin, delicate features, and a pair of bright and lively eyes.

She ate with much more gusto than Tang San, her mouth stuffed full, her cheeks bulging like a little hamster.

Xiao Wu.

Sitting opposite Xiao Wu was a girl with long, flowing hair, an outstanding temperament, and a delicate, porcelain-like face.

She wore a light green dress, and her every move exuded the elegance of a well-bred lady. However, upon closer inspection, one could still see the arrogance hidden deep in her eyes.

Ning Rongrong.

Next to Ning Rongrong sat a handsome young man, but he was a bit unkempt with messy hair. He was secretly glancing at Ning Rongrong with a mixture of admiration and inferiority in his eyes.