Chen Shu wore a face of tragic indignation as he said, "Sli, don't look at its butt! Even if we lose, we lose with dignity!"
The sli's round body rolled over, pressing its face against the ground.
Tang Lie finally felt vindicated. He gloated, "That's what you get for not being able to fly! What are you gonna do about it?"
Seeing the sli's cheeks puff up, Tang Lie grew even more smug. He had no intention of ending this quickly—he just wanted to humiliate Chen Shu a little longer.
Whoooosh...
A rushing sound of wind filled the arena. No one else paid it any attention.
But Shen Wushuang froze for a mont. Then the corner of his lips curled into a slight smile, and he watched the arena with keen anticipation.
If this was really Chen Shu's style, he would have surrendered long ago rather than take a beating. Why would he let himself suffer for nothing?
And that was the truth. Chen Shu hated two things in life: the first was losing out himself, and the second was failing to make others lose out!
"Is this poop-sli about to explode from rage?"
Tang Lie's gaze shifted to Chen Shu, his face full of satisfaction, eager to see what kind of expression Chen Shu was making.
"Young Master Tang, we should back up a bit. If it explodes, it'll be shit everywhere..."
"Look at that round shape—does it think it can float up like a balloon?"
Wang Yun and Hong Ming chid in with Tang Lie, snickering non-stop, trying to provoke Chen Shu.
Just as the three of them were being arrogant, a sudden sound rang out.
BANG!
A violent collision erupted on the arena.
"Huh?"
Tang Lie whipped his head around. In the next instant, his jaw dropped. He muttered, "My... my bird flew away??"
The Wind Runner was spitting blood from its mouth, its eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets.
And beside it, a terrifying yellow sphere was flying at extre speed!
This was a true flesh missile!
"No, no, how am I hallucinating? How can a sli fly?"
Tang Lie shook his head and rubbed his eyes, then looked back at the arena.
"This hallucination is lasting way too long?"
Tang Lie furrowed his brow and kept shaking his head, trying to snap out of it.
After a mont, the Wind Runner had finally vanished from sight, and the sli was sitting on the ground, looking like it had never moved at all.
Tang Lie let out a breath of relief. "See, I knew it was a hallucination."
"Huh? Where's my Wind Runner?"
He frowned and scanned the arena, searching for his Wind Runner's location.
Wang Yun whispered from the side, "Young Master Tang, it wasn't a hallucination. Just now... that was real..."
Hong Ming hadn't expected his earlier joke to beco prophetic. He explained too, "Yeah, we all saw it. That sli really took off..."
"Impossible. Then where's my Wind Runner?"
Tang Lie frowned, his heart refusing to believe it.
A massive creature that could fly, and fly that fast? Absurdity! The greatest absurdity under heaven!
"It's either kissing the ground or kissing the sli's butt..."
Tang Lie's eyes widened, and he instantly looked toward the sli on the arena.
The sli's body was twisting back and forth, as if grinding sothing underneath it...
"You cheated!"
Tang Lie was furious. He absolutely could not accept this reality.
How could the Wind Runner, which had been showing off just monts ago, be instantly crushed by a sli?!
"How did I cheat? Did I install a jet engine on my sli? Or did I use a skill to turn you into an idiot?"
By now, Tang Lie's fists were clenched tight. The Wind Runner couldn't use any skills at all—it could only suffer this rciless crushing.
Chen Shu crossed his arms and sneered, "You wanted to shit on my sli's head? I'll squeeze your guts out first!"
"Enough! Chen Shu wins!"
Shen Wushuang stepped forward and declared the result decisively.
As an experienced Black Iron rank Beast Tar, he could tell at a glance what was happening.
The sli definitely had so kind of sealing skill. Otherwise, the Wind Runner couldn't possibly be this helpless.
Shock flickered in his eyes.
An F-rank sli that not only possessed the divine skill of Gigantification, but had also comprehended a sealing skill—truly extraordinarily rare.
Most importantly, Chen Shu's mastery of skill usage... Shen Wushuang could easily see the essence of that flight.
It was definitely the result of combining multiple skills.
Forget Apprentice Beast Tars—even Black Iron rank Beast Tars might not be able to pull off skill combinations.
At this mont, Shen Wushuang could only marvel: Talent! Unparalleled talent!
Then he sighed inwardly. What a pity about the sli's potential rating.
Otherwise, forget A-rank—even if Chen Shu had a B-rank contract spirit, he would have done everything possible to groom him for Huaxia Academy.
"Teacher, wait! Don't announce the results yet!"
Chen Shu walked over to Shen Wushuang's side and whispered, "Teacher, can we discuss sothing?"
"Hm? What is it?"
Shen Wushuang furrowed his brow, sensing sothing was off.
Chen Shu prepared himself first. "Let say this upfront—I'm asking nicely, with absolutely no ill intentions! I swear!"
"Just say it..."
Chen Shu hurriedly said, "So... could you maybe let my sli beat up your contract spirit? Don't worry! I know my limits!"
Shen Wushuang's expression turned flat. "Hm? Is that all?"
Chen Shu said cautiously, "Also, if you could step down from your position and give the young folks a chance—I'd like to be the Special Training Class's horoom teacher!"
He imdiately cradled his head in his hands, fearing he was about to get thrashed.
But nothing happened.
Chen Shu lowered his hands. Shen Wushuang's face was expressionless—in fact, he even smiled and nodded.
"Then let's start with the first request!"
With that, a massive snake instantly appeared on the arena, its aura far beyond anything the students' contract spirits could match.
The sli had no chance to resist. It was instantly coiled by the giant snake, and its seemingly impenetrable defense crumbled in an instant.
Chen Shu's mouth twitched as he recalled the sli to his Beast Space.
What kind of teacher was this? All he asked was to beat up the teacher's contract spirit and then have him voluntarily resign.
Was this request really too much?
Shen Wushuang smiled faintly. "Still want to resign?"
Chen Shu laughed awkwardly. "Teacher, I was joking... just joking..."
"Alright!" Shen Wushuang walked to the center of the arena and recalled the giant snake.
"Today's competition is now concluded. The top three are Chen Shu, Tang Lie, and Xu Xiaoyu. I'll rank the rest of you based on your performance in battle."
Although the top three had been determined, the remaining rankings needed to be sorted out—after all, they were all losers who hadn't faced each other.
"Honestly, I only have one word for your performance today: garbage! More garbage than the slop from the cafeteria!"
Shen Wushuang's expression turned serious. "Most of you fought like you were playing house."
"Tang Lie, your battle performance was like an idiot's. You had an overwhelming advantage and still let Chen Shu turn it around. Reflect on that!"
"Xu Xiaoyu, when your Fire Bird uses 'Fireball,' you could have paused mid-cast to wait for a better opportunity before firing. Instead, you just spat them all out mindlessly. Complete waste of skill usage!"
"Chen Shu, your... uh... your sli is too ugly!"
"..." Chen Shu said, "Then I'm leaving?"
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