Chapter 57 The Princess, The Prince, Sons of the Titled Douluo—all my disciples! [2nd Update]_1

"Are you that confident, Master?"

Ye Feng's face was full of question marks as he heard this.

Who even knows you??

Are you famous or something?

On Soul Land continent, the term 'Master' is derogatory.

It's akin to those so-called experts on Earth who swindle and deceive—the charlatans of the martial world.

This guy actually has the nerve to pull a stunt like this, that's truly broadening my horizons.

Do you think you can bamboozle Ye Feng as easily as Tang San was back in the day?

"This isn't just confidence, this is the foundation that naturally exudes from someone with real strength. It's normal for you to be unaware of my renown as a Master at your young age. All you need to know is that among my students are a princess from the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect, an Imperial Prince, and even the son of a Titled Douluo who once reigned supreme across the entire Continent," said the Master, standing with his hands behind his back, head held high.

As if he were waiting for someone to praise how formidable he was.

"So what?"

However, Ye Feng couldn't care less for all that.

All he saw was a con artist trying to use the achievements of others to boost his own stature.

"Therefore, I would like to invite you to join We Shrek Academy. That way, you could receive my personal guidance," the Master told Ye Feng.

"Hah, how ridiculous. Why should I join your Shrek Academy, and why should I want your personal guidance?"

Ye Feng was even starting to question Yu Xiaogang's emotional intelligence now.

"Because only in Shrek Academy can you find peers that match your strength. Even if you come from a great clan, doesn't the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect still send their kids to me? That alone is a testament to my teaching capabilities, isn't it? In the entire Empire, no one delves deeper into the study of Martial Souls than me, and nobody teaches better than I do," the Master firmly asserted.

"Beat it! Not interested!"

Ye Feng couldn't stand listening any longer and bluntly told the Master to get lost!

Years ago, the Master had told him to get out of the attic.

Little did he expect that, in just a few years, it would be his turn, Ye Feng's, for the tables to turn.

But this was just the beginning!

He would make Yu Xiaogang experience an agony he never knew before.

"Young man, don't go. You can doubt me, but you can't doubt my achievements. I'll have you know, my direct disciple's Martial Soul is nothing but a strand of Bluesilver Grass, and I've directly trained him to Level Thirty-Three Soul Honor!" the Master said, chasing after Ye Feng.

This was simply the best talent he had ever seen.

He wanted to take him on as his disciple right now.

After all, where else could you find such a prodigy—a fourteen or fifteen-year-old at level 35, and with such a strong combat power?!

And the key point was that this person used only one Martial Soul in every competition.

This must be someone on a par with Tang San, or perhaps even stronger than Xiaosan.

If he could take this young man as his disciple, with two Gemini in hand, what could stop Yu Xiaogang from becoming the strongest teacher on the Continent?

He'd be a VIP wherever he went!

"Oh? To think that you, Master, could train a worthless Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul into a Level Thirty-Three Soul Honor... You really are quite amazing," Ye Feng said, with a hint of mockery, as he watched Yu Xiaogang trying to keep up with him.

If Yu Xiaogang knew that he was chasing the very same kid who once got hit in the head with a book, causing a lump, and was almost killed by a Datura snake, I wonder what he would look like.

Moreover, this guy truly stops at nothing to deceive me.

If it's really just a simple Bluesilver Grass, and you can train it to become a level 33 Soul Honor, Ye Feng would be impressed!

But the question is, was Tang San's Bluesilver Grass Martial Soul really that simple? Doesn't Yu Xiaogang himself know the answer to that?

I really didn't realize how shameless you could be!

"Indeed, indeed. If I didn't have at least that much skill, how could I be called a Master? Young friend, since you're unwilling to reveal your real name, let me just refer to you as 'Bloodthirsty' for now. I am laying my cards on the table tonight, and after observing you for several days, I sincerely wish to take you as my disciple. As the Empire's number one Martial Soul researcher, I will certainly find the fastest way to train you into a Titled Douluo!" exclaimed the Master, looking incredibly sincere.

Of course, beneath that sincerity, he was entertaining all sorts of messy thoughts.

"If you truly have that intention, then come to Rose Hotel Room 332 to see me tomorrow morning."

Ye Feng said indifferently.

Then he left directly.

Brock deserves to be kept hanging!

When he sees him tomorrow morning, then he'll humiliate the other party severely.

After that, whenever he sees someone from Shrek, he will torture them mercilessly!!

In the future, he'll slowly shatter everything belonging to Brock into pieces!

Yes, that's how vengeful Ye Feng was.

He believed there weren't many in the world who could be magnanimous towards an enemy who had killed their own.

"This..."

Watching Ye Feng flee, Brock was immediately filled with reluctance.

But it doesn't matter, he'll check out Rose Hotel Room 332 tomorrow.

Because Xiaowu had previously rushed out and shattered the glass, Ye Feng had moved to room 332.

He had originally thought that people from Shrek would come looking for him.

But things were eerily quiet.

However, Ye Feng didn't know that during this time, Tang San and the others were being forced by the master to run laps with rocks on their backs every day.

Or do various other physical exercises.

Exhausted to the bone.

They naturally had no time to seek out Ye Feng.

"Brock, why are you only coming back now!"

At Shrek Academy, Flander and Zhao Wuji were eating supper on the balcony of the dean's office.

After all, they had left the day-to-day work to the master.

Now they had quite a bit of leisure time.

"Sigh~"

The master stepped out onto the balcony.

He let out a deep sigh.

"What's wrong? Are the folks from the soul fighting arena too perverse? Is earning money this way not viable?"

Flander noticed that ever since Brock had stepped through the door, he seemed very off.

As if he had received some heavy blow!

"That's not it. I'm confident that the kids can handle the soul fighting arena with ease, but today I encountered an unexpected variable."

Brock was somewhat melancholic.

"A variable?!"

Hearing this, both Flander and Zhao Wuji were baffled.

What does he mean?

"That's right, I've only been there for a week, and I've seen that person for a week. He is a Level Thirty-Five Soul Honor, the fastest player to get a Bronze Fighting Soul in the entire arena, and I reckon he'll have the Silver Fighting Soul Badge by tomorrow."

The master's mind was full of that bloodthirsty devil, almost as if he were afflicted by lovesickness.

"What, a Silver Fighting Soul Badge in one week? Are you sure you're not kidding us??"

Upon hearing this, both Flander and Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in shock.

It was as if they had heard something unbelievable.

You see, the Silver Fighting Soul Badge is the graduation requirement for their Academy.

And someone achieved it in just one week??

Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

"Why would I lie to you? But the main point isn't this. After remembering his clothing and features over several days, I realized this person is actually a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid!"

The master said.

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