Douluo: Ultimate Slaughter Shocks the God of Asura

Chapter 53 Such a young teacher? Xiao Wu comes to the door.

The battle ended faster than expected.

Under Tang San's tactical command, the four worked together seamlessly.

Despite several setbacks, they managed to withstand Zhao Wuji's relentless onslaught for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Stop, stop, stop! Okay, it's approved!"

Looking at the four panting, bruised boys and girls in front of him.

Zhao Wuji put away his martial spirit and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

The four of them breathed a sigh of relief, and Xiao Wu even sat down on the ground, rubbing her aching shoulders.

I just got slapped by Zhao Wuji, and it's still throbbing a little.

"From today onwards, the four of you are official students of Shrek Academy."

Zhao Wuji announced, his gaze sweeping over the four people, lingering on Tang San for a moment longer.

Although this kid's martial soul is only Blue Silver Grass, his combat awareness, tactical planning, and his strange hidden weapon skills are indeed remarkable.

"Mu Bai, take them to complete the formalities and arrange their dormitories."

"Yes, Teacher Zhao."

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Dai Mubai stepped forward in response, preparing to lead the four away, but Zhao Wuji added another sentence.

"By the way, starting tomorrow, your training will be entirely overseen by Teacher Luo."

Teacher Luo?

The four of them followed Zhao Wuji's gaze.

Only then did they notice the young man who had been sitting under the shade of a tree at the edge of the playground.

Luo Feng stood up and walked towards them unhurriedly.

When they saw Luo Feng's face clearly, Tang San seemed to be deep in thought.

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and even Xiao Wu all showed obvious surprise in their eyes.

too young.

He looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with a youthful clarity in his eyes.

But deep within those eyes flowed a certain indescribable depth.

This made them unsure of his age.

"This is Teacher Luo Feng, the youngest teacher in our academy, and also—well, one of the strongest teachers."

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Dai Mubai's tone was somewhat subtle when he introduced them.

He had been deliberately avoiding contact with Luo Feng these past few days, but the experience of being instantly subdued that day made him realize that the other party's strength was unfathomable.

"Hello, Teacher Luo."

Tang San was the first to react and bowed slightly in greeting.

He was meticulous and, from Dai Mubai's attitude and Zhao Wuji's instructions, he had already judged that this young teacher held a high position in the academy.

"Hello, Teacher Luo."

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also bowed.

Xiao Wu was lost in thought until Tang San gently touched her, at which point she snapped out of it and quickly said, "Hello, Teacher Luo."

Luo Feng's gaze swept calmly over the four of them, lingering a little longer on Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Seeing Xiao Wu standing almost right next to Tang San, their posture intimate and natural, Luo Feng chuckled inwardly.

Is it the red thread of fate?

Unfortunately, he came.

"No need for such formalities."

"Since Teacher Zhao has entrusted you to me, I will be in charge of formulating your training plan starting tomorrow."

Luo Feng's voice was steady, revealing no emotion.

"Professor Luo, if I may ask, how old are you this year?"

Ning Rongrong couldn't resist her curiosity in the end.

She came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and had seen many talented young men.

But this is the first time I've seen a teacher this young.

"Age doesn't matter, ability does."

Luo Feng did not answer directly, but instead looked at Dai Mubai.

"Mu Bai, take them to complete the formalities."

"Meet at the playground at 6:00 AM tomorrow. Anyone who is late will have their training load doubled."

"Yes."

Dai Mubai dared not delay and quickly led the four of them toward the administration building.

After taking a few steps, Xiao Wu couldn't help but look back.

Luo Feng remained standing in the same spot, while Zi Guang seemed to be looking in her direction.

The moment their eyes met, Xiao Wu's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned her head away.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong? You've been so absent-minded since just now."

Tang San keenly noticed her unusual behavior.

"N-nothing, it's just that I feel—that Teacher Luo seems a bit strange."

Xiao Wu herself couldn't quite explain that feeling.

When she gets close to Luo Feng, her soul power becomes slightly agitated.

It seemed as if it was being subtly suppressed by some higher-ranking being.

This feeling—it's familiar.

"He is indeed too young, but Senior Dai and Teacher Zhao are both very respectful to him, so he must have real skills."

Tang San analyzed, "We're new here, so let's observe more and talk less."

"Okay."

Xiao Wu agreed verbally, but her mind was still on that fleeting glance from earlier.

That evening, in the student dormitory area.

The newly built dormitories at Shrek Academy are in excellent condition.

Each person has a spacious and bright room, fully furnished.

Xiao Wu lay on the soft new bed, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

That strange feeling from the daytime lingered in my mind.

She quietly circulated her soul power, carefully sensing, but couldn't catch any clear clues.

"Should we—go and ask?"

Once the thought arises, it can never be suppressed.

There must be some secret about that teacher, Ms. Luo.

Moreover, she had a strange intuition.

That secret might be related to her.

As night deepened, Xiao Wu finally made up her mind.

She quietly got up, changed into casual clothes, and slipped out of the dormitory building without making a sound.

The teachers' dormitory area is on the other side, separated by a garden.

Using her memories from the day, Xiao Wu quickly found the door number marked nine.

The courtyard was quiet, and the lights in the living room on the first floor were still on.

Xiao Wu lingered outside the courtyard gate, raising her hand several times as if to knock, then hesitatingly lowering it again.

Was it too abrupt of me to come here so suddenly?

How should I start the conversation?

Just ask the teacher if they are a soul beast.

This is outrageous!

Just as she was hesitating, a calm voice suddenly came from inside the courtyard: "Come in."

Xiao Wu was startled, her heart pounding.

He discovered it?

So far away?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Xiao Wu took a deep breath, pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate, and went inside.

In the living room, Luo Feng was sitting in a wicker chair, holding a book in his hand, as if he had expected her to come.

"sit."

Luo Feng pointed to the chair opposite him, but his gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book.

Xiao Wu sat down somewhat awkwardly, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

"Teacher Luo, I...I—"

"Little bunny."

Luo Feng suddenly put down his book, looked up at her, and a half-smile appeared on his lips.

"I didn't expect you to come over so proactively."

These words exploded in Xiao Wu's ears like a thunderclap.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with shock and panic, and her body instinctively tried to stand up and back away.

However, at that very moment...

An indescribable pressure, like an ancient dragon awakening from its slumber, descended with a thunderous roar!

That was not the oppression of soul power or killing intent, but the absolute suppression originating from the source of life and the source of bloodline!

Like ants gazing up at the sky, or streams facing the vast ocean!

Xiao Wu's legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The bloodline of the 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit within its body trembled before this oppressive force, and even its soul power almost froze.

She struggled to lift her head and look at Luo Feng.

At this moment, Luo Feng seemed to have transformed into a ferocious beast that dwelled on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in her eyes.

The dragon's head is raised to the sky, its eyes gleaming like blood.

The pure, ancient, and supreme aura of the dragon race filled her with awe and—submission—from the depths of her soul.

"You, you are—"

Xiao Wu's voice trembled, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Luo Feng suppressed the aura of his true dragon bloodline, and the oppressive aura receded like a tide.

He stood up, walked to Xiao Wu, and looked down at the girl who was still kneeling on the ground, terrified.

"Now, we can have a good chat about the 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit."

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