Douluo Continent: I will always be one level above Tang San.

Just when everyone was unable to resist.

Lin Chuan smiled.

Because that incense stick had finally burned out.

"Time's up!"

Dai Mubai announced this with a blank expression.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhao Wuji was covered in dust and dirt, with several dragon whisker needles stuck in his body, and his back was covered in blood.

He was in so much pain that he was grimacing, and there was no trace of the imposing presence of a Soul Saint left.

Although Tang San had exhausted his soul power and suffered minor injuries, he stood proudly.

"We won!"

Lin Chuan led the applause from the side, the clapping sounds particularly crisp:

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

"Teacher Zhao, it seems you're not up to the task; you can't even handle a group of kids."

"How about I take over as vice dean for a couple of days?"

Zhao Wuji's face turned red, and he glared fiercely at Lin Chuan.

He muttered curses as he pulled the needles from his body:

"If you're so good, you do it! This kid's weapon is too insidious! And you, you're giving really nasty orders!"

Although he was cursing, Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with shock and admiration as he looked at the children.

This year's freshmen are truly monsters!

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing could not believe it when they learned that they had defeated the Soul Saint!

It's important to understand that the difference of dozens of levels of soul power between them is a real difference.

Lin Chuan's command is so amazing?

What they didn't know was that Lin Chuan's Purple Demon Eye had broken through to the third level of Mustard Seed, or even the peak of the third level!

Giving pointers to a few people is a piece of cake!

Dai Mubai was practically grinding his teeth to powder!

He deliberately refused to side with the trainees and refused to participate in the trial.

After everyone was defeated.

I'll see how things go in the end and then fight Zhao Wuji again!

Maybe that will salvage their reputation!

As a result, Lin Chuan stole all the limelight!

……

And in the shadows of the distant woods.

A tall figure wearing a tattered cloak was silently watching all of this.

It was Tang Hao.

He witnessed the entire assessment process.

Watching Tang San's smooth and fluid teamwork, and his incredibly powerful hidden weapon techniques...

Especially seeing Zhao Wuji's embarrassed state.

A proud smile appeared on Tang Hao's weathered and stubble-covered face.

"Good lad, better than I was back then."

Then, he turned his gaze to Lin Chuan, his eyes flickering slightly.

"This Lin Chuan... is quite interesting."

"Although he became a teaching assistant, he was secretly guiding the mistress."

"If he hadn't bought that piece of gold and given it to his mistress, she would probably be in big trouble today."

"Moreover, his command at critical moments was calm, precise, and showed complete control of the overall situation."

Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

He was originally worried that Tang San might be bullied by others or make bad friends.

But now it seems that with such a powerful, meticulous, and protective older brother by his side, he can rest assured a lot.

"Yes, he's a good older brother who can be trusted."

He couldn't help but think of his older brother, and a complex mix of emotions welled up in his heart.

Tang Hao's figure flashed and he silently disappeared into the darkness.

"As for Zhao Wuji..."

Tang Hao glanced back at Zhao Wuji's residence, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Acala, is it? Tonight I'll let you move!"

It was late at night.

Shrek Academy.

Zhao Wuji sat outside his wooden house.

As she applied medicine to the scratches on her back, she recalled the battle that had taken place during the day.

"Hiss... those little brats, they really went all out."

Zhao Wuji grinned, but a wicked smile appeared on his face:

"However, that Tang San is indeed a promising talent, like a prickly little hedgehog with amazing abilities."

"And then there's Lin Chuan. He may have a sharp tongue, but he has a keen eye."

"Hehe, now that you're on my turf, I'll teach you a lesson from now on."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his wrist.

He was already planning how to give these freshmen a hard time tomorrow.

Just then, a suffocating atmosphere suddenly descended.

"Who?!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up.

As a level 76 Soul Saint, he felt a tremor from the depths of his soul.

Outside the door, a tall figure stood silently in the darkness.

A black cloak concealed her face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

"Zhao Wuji." A deep voice boomed in Zhao Wuji's ears.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Wuji tensed up, and his seven spirit rings lit up instantly.

The man did not answer, but simply raised his hand and waved it.

In the dean's office not far away, Flander, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened.

The next second, he quickly arrived at the location of that aura!

"Your Majesty Haotian?!"

When Flander saw the halo of the hammer in the newcomer's hand, he was so startled that his glasses almost fell off.

The man glanced at Flander indifferently: "None of your business, just stand aside and watch."

Flanders immediately stood obediently in the corner, like a schoolboy who had done something wrong.

I silently mourned for Zhao Wuji for three seconds.

"I heard you had a great time fighting during the day?" The man turned to look at Zhao Wuji, his tone eerily calm.

Zhao Wuji swallowed hard.

Finally, he recognized the legendary god of war before him—Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao!

"Your Majesty, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! That was an assessment, a teaching exercise..."

"Teaching? What a fine teaching." Tang Hao sneered. "Since you like to bully the weak, then I'll teach you a lesson too."

The next half hour was the darkest time in Zhao Wuji's life.

There was no clash of soul skills, only a one-sided beating.

That Haotian Hammer, every time it fell, not only hurt, but it also specifically targeted the thickest parts of the flesh.

It can cause excruciating pain without causing serious injury.

"Is this what you call a friendly spar?" Tang Hao put away his hammer.

Looking at Zhao Wuji, whose face was bruised and swollen like a pig's head, he nodded in satisfaction: "Be more polite to my son in the future. Also, that kid named Lin Chuan..."

After saying that, Tang Hao turned and disappeared into the night.

Only then did Flander dare to come over.

Looking at Zhao Wuji sprawled on the ground, he sighed sympathetically.

"Old Zhao, of all people to mess with, you had to pick this family..."

Zhao Wuji was on the verge of tears, his face swollen as he mumbled incoherently:

"Ugh... I'm not innocent..."

He didn't even know that Tang San's father was Tang Hao!

There are tons of people with the surname Tang, so why did I happen to run into him?

......

While Zhao Wuji was being beaten, many of the students had a good night's sleep.

The next morning.

Tang San had finished washing up and was sitting at the table.

He meticulously sorted through the dragon whisker needles he had recovered from yesterday's battle.

He wiped each needle clean and carefully put it back into the gold plate.

After tidying up the hidden weapons, he ran to the roof.

He finished cultivating the Purple Demon Eye while facing the rising sun.

Only then did I return to my dormitory feeling refreshed.

At this moment, Oscar was still lying sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep, snoring loudly.

"Oscar, get up! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Tang San nudged Oscar.

Oscar rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered with dissatisfaction:

"Oh dear... what time is it... let me sleep a little longer!"

"No, as a Soul Master, the early bird catches the worm, and laziness is a major taboo in cultivation."

Tang San said earnestly.

Oscar sat up helplessly.

He happened to see Lin Chuan still wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep on another bed.

Lin Chuan even rolled over and smacked his lips twice.

Oscar is instantly outraged!