Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 76 Beating Zhao Wuji (3)

Facing Zhao Wuji's plea for mercy, Li Muyun's eyes remained calm, but with unquestionable majesty. He gently raised his hand, and a powerful soul power gushed out from his palm, turning into a series of visible soul chains, which wrapped around Zhao Wuji's body, lifted him up high, and suspended him in the air.

"I will naturally learn the rules of Shrek Academy." Li Muyun's words were cold and calm, but they made people shudder. As he finished speaking, the soul chains suddenly tightened, making a harsh metal friction sound. Zhao Wuji's body was squeezed almost out of shape, and the pain was beyond words, but he couldn't even make a sound, and could only struggle helplessly.

Li Muyun moved slightly, as if walking in the air, and instantly moved above Zhao Wuji, his eyes as cold as cold stars. He waved his hand, and the soul chain suddenly accelerated, tearing Zhao Wuji's defense like a meat grinder.

The air was filled with the sound of burning and tearing flesh. Zhao Wuji's clothes were torn to pieces by the soul power, revealing his tense muscles, which were twisted and deformed under the pressure of the chains. The fear on his face had turned into extreme pain. His eyes were wide open, and blood seemed to be oozing from his eye sockets. A trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, mixed with sweat and dripping down.

Li Muyun did not stop, but increased his soul power output. Bursts of blue light appeared on the chain, which was a symbol of highly concentrated soul power. Each ray of light was like a sharp blade, cutting every inch of Zhao Wuji's skin, even his bones.

Li Muyun snorted coldly, and pushed his palm suddenly. The soul power chain wrapped around Zhao Wuji broke instantly, and scattered like residual clouds swept by a strong wind.

Zhao Wuji's body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, stirring up a cloud of dust. His curled-up figure could be vaguely seen in the dust, twitching in pain.

At this critical moment, a figure flashed out from Shrek Academy like lightning. It was Dean Flanders. He was like a huge eagle, crossing a distance of dozens of meters in an instant and landing steadily between Li Muyun and Zhao Wuji.

Flanders' face was solemn, his eyes were filled with anxiety and pleading: "Your Majesty Douluo, please spare his life! Although Zhao Wuji made mistakes, he is the pillar of our Shrek Academy and the teacher of the children. Please spare his life."

Li Muyun's eyes moved away from Zhao Wuji's embarrassed figure and slowly fell on the middle-aged man in front of him, who was wearing a simple robe but whose eyes revealed a determination that should not be underestimated. He opened his thin lips slightly, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Are you the dean of this college, Flanders?"

After he finished speaking, an invisible pressure quietly spread from Li Muyun's body. The air seemed to solidify a little, making everything around him become unusually clear and slow.

Flanders did not move, but beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead. He knew very well that the strength of the Titled Douluo in front of him was unfathomable, and every breath of his was enough to shake the mountains and rivers.

However, there was no sign of retreat in Flanders' eyes. He straightened his back and faced Li Muyun with an attitude of neither servility nor arrogance.

"Yes, I am the dean of this academy. I wonder how Zhao Wuji offended you?"

Li Muyun said calmly, "It's not that he offended me, but I want to learn about the rules of your Shrek Academy." Flanders' eyes became more determined after hearing this. He said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, although Zhao Wuji acted rashly, he was dedicated to the academy and the students. The rules of Shrek Academy are to teach children to be tenacious and brave to challenge, rather than to make enemies without reason. If there is any offense, I am willing to take the blame on his behalf, and I only ask that you can show some leniency."

Li Muyun raised a playful smile, his eyes wandering between Flanders and Dai Mubai who was also watching nervously not far away, and said slowly: "Really? Why is it different from what you said? Your academy does not accept students and does not refund the registration fee. Is this your rule?"

Upon hearing this, Flanders frowned and turned his gaze to Dai Mubai, with a tone of disbelief: "Mubai, what's going on? When did the academy have such a rule?"

Dai Mubai stood straight with a complicated expression. He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and spoke in a clear and firm voice: "Dean, there is indeed such a rule. Although it is not a written rule, for a long time, if a student fails to pass the entrance examination due to personal reasons after registering, the college will not refund the tuition. This is to maintain the reputation of the college and the seriousness of the selection, and to prevent someone from maliciously registering and occupying resources."

Flanders' face instantly turned pale, his eyes widened, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world. He turned around abruptly, his eyes shot at Dai Mubai, his voice mixed with disbelief and anger: "What? There is such a thing? When did I say it's impossible! Absolutely impossible! Since its establishment, Shrek Academy has been upholding the principles of fairness and justice. How could it set up such a ridiculous rule!"

His tone was full of shock and pain, his hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was experiencing a fierce struggle and disappointment in his heart. The air around him seemed to become heavy with his emotional fluctuations, and even the wind seemed to stagnate at this moment.

Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, the pain in his body and the bitterness in his heart intertwined into an indescribable despair. He tried to open his eyes that were covered with blood and sweat. In his blurred vision, he could only see Dean Flanders' angry and resolute figure, which formed a sharp contrast with Dai Mubai's slightly complicated expression. He couldn't help but feel an indescribable anger and helplessness in his heart - this Flanders, who seemed gentle and generous on weekdays, was so "decisive" to push him out to block the gun at the critical moment.

"Dean, what are you talking about? It was you who clearly set the rule of not refunding tuition fees, but now it's all my fault, Zhao Wuji..."

Zhao Wuji wailed in his heart, whimpering faintly in his throat, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He tried to struggle to get up, but every inch of his body felt as if it was torn apart. He could only lie on the ground helplessly, letting the dust, sweat and blood erode his dignity bit by bit.

The playful smile on Li Muyun's lips became even more intense. He gently raised his hand, and his palm slightly rotated. A gentle but powerful soul power wave emanated from his palm, instantly covering the entire venue. Even the air was filled with a faint golden light, which was the unique soul power luster belonging to the Titled Douluo.

"Dean Flanders, if that's the case, please follow my instructions and refund the tuition fees of those students who failed the assessment."

Li Muyun's voice was gentle but carried unquestionable power, as if every word was of great weight and fell directly into Flanders' heart.

(End of this chapter)