As he said that, he activated his soul skill once more as he rushed toward Wang Qiu'er.
It was not just him who was present. Other than Ning Tian, the other team members of Shrek Academy's team, which included Wu Feng, Xie Xuanyue, Zhou Sichen, Cao Jinxuan, Lan Susu, Lan Luoluo, and Zhu Lu, were all injured.
After Wang Qiu'er had returned, Shrek Academy started to conduct special training for this bunch. Since they had no teacher, Wang Qiu'er had become their demonic training instructor over the first few days. Her method was simple and violent; they fought.
One-on-one sparring, and then, team matches.
At the start, many of them were unwilling to listen to her. However, after Wang Qiu'er was able to defeat the entire team by herself, they were all convinced.
In two months, under Wang Qiu'er's leadership, everyone's combat ability increased exponentially. In particular, their will to fight had been greatly strengthened. Among them, Dai Huabin and Wu Feng showed the greatest increase. The two of them had a single-minded obsession with Huo Yuhao, and hence, Wang Qiu'er continually used Huo Yuhao to stimulate them. She even told them that Huo Yuhao was paralyzed because of his accident, but even so, he only needed one hand, and just one hand, to thrash them. Wu Feng and Dai Huabin were naturally provoked by this statement. They did not believe it!
Then, they were defeated by Wang Qiu'er, who stood still and used only one hand. From that moment, the two of them started to train like crazy. They seemed to experience no fatigue. Under such torturous training, their cultivation improved tremendously, and they showed improvements in every aspect.
It was almost time to leave. While they knew that in the face of Shrek's Seven Monsters, their hopes of victory were still slim, they had undergone two months of hellish training under Wang Qiu'er. This made them much more resilient and determined to fight.
After she defeated Dai Huabin once more, Wang Qiu'er put away her Golden Dragon Spear and said in a low voice, "That's all for today. Go back and rest, we'll set off tomorrow."
When she said that, everyone could not help but sigh in relief. Dai Huabin, who lay on the ground, was gulping in big breaths of air. His body ached all over. However, he still felt a sense of accomplishment. He forced himself off the ground and looked at Wang Qiu'er's disappearing form. An intensely hot light flashed in his eyes.
"Elder sister, wait," Zhou Sichen said as he ran after Wang Qiu'er.
Wang Qiu'er stopped, turned her head and looked at him and said, "What?"
Zhou Sichen giggled, "Elder sister, are we leaving with our class monitor's team?"
Wang Qiu'er's face turned cold, and she said, "Do you want to leave with them?"
Zhou Sichen coughed. His perceptive abilities were strong. He instantly felt that there was something amiss about Wang Qiu'er's emotions, and he hurriedly said, "No, no, I'm just asking casually. I heard that Huo Yuhao has been severely injured. We want to visit him, but the Sea God's Pavilion is off-limits to us!"
Wang Qiu'er snorted coldly, "He is he, and we are we. We'll go by ourselves."
After she said that, she turned to leave without turning her head.
When he looked at Wang Qiu'er's disappearing form, Zhou Sichen could not help but feel slightly depressed. In the past few days, whenever they mentioned anything about Huo Yuhao, Wang Qiu'er would become extremely temperamental. No one knew why, or what the relationship between their class monitor and her was!
After two months of hell, they both feared and respected Wang Qiu'er. With her powerful skills and abilities, she had completely dominated them. However, this elder sister of theirs was too ferocious. Every day, they had to undergo countless torturous training sessions under her. Wang Qiu'er did not show mercy at all! Once, her Golden Dragon Spear had pierced through Dai Huabin's thigh. Fortunately, he received timely medical treatment, which prevented it from worsening. Of course, they did not know that Wang Qiu'er did not use the terrifying life-absorption skill of the Golden Dragon Spear. If not, that blow would have almost killed him.
They were about to leave. Zhou Sichen's eyes slowly betrayed a fanatical gaze. They were competing on behalf of Shrek Academy! Even though their prospects were dim, and they were facing extremely powerful opponents, he thought of the previous tournament, and how Huo Yuhao, Bei Bei, and the rest were able to emerge as champions despite only being three-ringed and four-ringed soul masters back then. His heart brimmed with confidence. Miracles are made by men. If my class monitor can do that in the previous tournament, why can't we do the same here?
Pa! Someone tapped his shoulder, jolting Zhou Sichen from his reverie. He turned his head to see Cao Jinxuan looking at him with a half-smile.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Sichen said in an unpleasant tone.
Cao Jinxuan sniggered, "I'm looking at someone who's dreaming. Be more realistic. Try and make your way to the main team before thinking of anything else. What's the point in having unrealistic dreams? Confidence is built on the foundation of actual abilities."
"Why is this a dream?" Zhou Sichen refused to admit it.
Cao Jinxuan's voice changed. All of a sudden, he sounded very similar to Zhou Sichen. "Champion, I must be the champion. Wahaha! What a beautiful thing it is! Beauties, beauties, haha, come to me! My embrace is wide indeed!!"
Zhou Sichen's eyes widened as he stammered, "What are you… you saying?"
Cao Jinxuan slapped his shoulder lightly and said, "I'm learning from someone's sleep talk. I'll leave first." With that, he turned to leave calmly.
"Hahaha…" An uncontrollable laughter sounded from the back. Zhou Sichen turned his head to look and realized that everyone, except Dai Huabin and Wu Feng, who had already left, were looking at him. Their faces were all mirthful. Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo could not control their laughter.
"Cao Jinxuan, I'm going to beat you up!" Zhou Sichen shouted in fury. He turned and wanted to run after him. However, when he turned back, Cao Jinxuan had already disappeared…
Dawn, Shrek City, the Tang Sect...
Shrek's Seven Monsters, all of whom were clad lightly, and Na Na, Ji Juechen, and Jing Ziyan left through the main door. Xuan Ziwen, who was in charge of looking after the sect in their absence, did not accompany them, he was still busy with the secret factory. Under this rather unceremonious atmosphere, the entire group headed toward the west gate of Shrek Academy.
Huo Yuhao sat in the wheelchair made from the Golden Tree. The wheelchair was extremely simplistic, but Elder Xuan's craftsmanship was decent. It was simple, but efficient. There was a special cushion near the waist, and the entire wheelchair was made from a few pieces of wood glued together. It was extremely smooth, and one would not get tired of sitting in it.
One should not underestimate the materials used. The Golden Tree in Shrek Academy was one of the last Golden Trees on the entire continent. While it was not the only one left, it was the biggest. A thousand years ago, the school ruled that no one was allowed to cut the tree down. It was the center and treasure of the Academy.
The materials that were used to make Huo Yuhao's wheelchair came from branches of the Golden Tree that fell off naturally, as well as some raw materials from the Sea God's Pavilion. Its value could not be understated.
The Golden Tree brimmed with pure and warm light-type energy. Within the smooth glow of the wheelchair, Huo Yuhao's legs and arm, which he had used to store the Ultimate Ice origin power, would not be damaged as easily. Furthermore, under the nourishing glow of light, his body would recover faster. This was beneficial to his absorption of the origin energy.
At this moment, Ji Juechen was the one pushing the wheelchair. While Wang Dong'er would normally be the one doing it, Ji Juechen was very stubborn. That day, he had promised to push Huo Yuhao's wheelchair for him. This morning, he had waited unwaveringly for him at the gate. Wang Dong'er had no choice but to let him do so. She cared for him from the side.
As she looked at Huo Yuhao, who was seated calmly on the wheelchair with his arm and legs immobile, Jing Ziyan could not help but ask, "Yuhao, look at your state, why are you so insistent on taking part in the competition?"
Huo Yuhao chuckled and said, "I still have some energy to spare! Hehe."
Jing Ziyan sighed and said, "I miss the days when we sparred."
Huo Yuhao looked bewildered as he replied, "I never imagined that Sister Ziyan was a masochist? You like being beaten by me?"
"You…" Jing Ziyan said in anger, "You heartless bastard, I'm showing you care and concern right now! How dare you make fun of me! Dong'er, keep him in check."
Wang Dong'er smiled slightly and said, "He's already in this state, what else can I do? Sister Ziyan, he's mentally well, please don't worry so much."
Jing Ziyan looked in surprise at this smart lass as she nodded and said, "Actually, I was just thinking of when we could fight again."
Huo Yuhao sighed and replied, "Actually, even with one hand, I can still give you the thrill of being tortured."
Jing Ziyan snorted, "I shan't talk with a cripple anymore." With that, she walked away, leaving a stunned-looking Huo Yuhao behind.
A huge hand pressed down on Huo Yuhao's shoulder, and a low voice sounded, "Get well soon, I'm waiting for you."
Huo Yuhao did not turn his head around. However, he could feel a rare tinge of emotion in Ji's voice, which was usually reserved for his sword. A bitter smile emerged on his face as he said, "Brother Ji, don't you think Dong'er should be the one saying that to me?"
Wang Dong'er laughed. Ji Juechen's face froze over. The muscles in his face twitched. Then, he continued pushing the wheelchair silently.