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"Don't cry, Rongrong. Tell Grandpa Sword who bullied you—I'll teach them a lesson."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin doted on Ning Rongrong deeply and couldn't stand to see her wronged.
Now that she had someone to back her up, her familiar little devil personality resurfaced.
Pointing coldly at Flender, who had just arrived, she said, "Grandpa Sword, it was him. He bullied me and even called me trash!"
Flender's face changed dramatically. He hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to be so vengeful.
He had only dared to scold her because of Ning Fengzhi's prior letter.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared treat this little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan so harshly, not even in his wildest dreams.
"Clan Master Ning, this—"
Flender looked to Ning Fengzhi for help, but the latter completely ignored him.
After all, as Ning Rongrong's biological father, his loyalties naturally leaned toward his daughter.
Flender was dumbfounded and quickly protested, "Clan Master Ning, you can't do this to me! It was clearly—"
"Silence!"
Sword Douluo didn't give him the chance to say the words "your instructions" before a surge of sword qi struck him.
Sword Douluo knew very well that everything Flender had done to Ning Rongrong had been under Ning Fengzhi's tacit approval.
However, he wasn't about to let Flender damage the relationship between father and daughter.
Right now, what they needed most was a scapegoat to let the little devil vent the frustration she'd been holding in.
Otherwise, both he and Ning Fengzhi would be the ones suffering the consequences.
Flender had simply walked right into the line of fire. Bad luck for him.
Boom!
Flender felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. His vision blurred as his body flew backward like a kite with a severed string, crashing heavily into the building behind him.
With a loud crash, the already dilapidated structure collapsed into rubble.
"Flender?!" Zhao Wuji shouted in shock and rushed to dig him out.
Flender had blood at the corner of his mouth and a shadow of anger in his eyes.
Sword Douluo arched his brow. An invisible sword qi locked onto him.
It was as if to say: Go ahead and try—see if your mouth is faster than my sword!
He was deliberately using his power to suppress them, forcing Flender to swallow this humiliation.
Flender was indignant but swallowed his anger, not daring to show his dissatisfaction.
Ning Fengzhi nodded in satisfaction. Everything was going just as he had planned.
Zhao Wuji sighed. His opinion of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had just plummeted.
He knew that everything Flender had done to Ning Rongrong had been under Ning Fengzhi's silent approval.
Now Ning Fengzhi was letting Flender take the fall alone.
Talk about burning the bridge after crossing it.
"At least Hua is better. If he makes a promise, he never goes back on his word."
Zhao Wuji was relieved he hadn't gotten involved—otherwise, his fate wouldn't have been much better than Flender's.
Ning Rongrong looked delighted seeing Flender cough up blood. If she had a tail, it would've been wagging high in the air.
She cast a glance at Zhao Wuji and said with disgust, "Grandpa Sword, and there's Zhao Wuji too. In the Star Dou Forest, he failed to protect me. I almost died at the hands of the Titan Giant Ape!"
"Alright, your Grandpa Sword will teach him a lesson right now!"
Without asking for context, Sword Douluo slashed a sword beam directly at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji didn't have time to react. The sword qi struck his chest and sent him flying.
"You!" Zhao Wuji felt a warm wetness on his chest and seethed with fury.
Ning Rongrong, you ungrateful brat!
As a teacher at Shrek Academy, I've treated every student equally.
Whether it was Oscar, Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu—or even you, Ning Rongrong—I never played favorites.
And now you claim I didn't protect you?
That was the Titan Giant Ape, the king of the forest! I could barely protect myself, alright?
But for your safety, I, your teacher, stood firm and bought time for your escape.
You were so frightened you couldn't even run, and now you blame me?
Zhao Wuji dared not speak his mind. He avoided looking at her and turned his head away.
Ning Rongrong stood proudly, hands on her hips, ready to vent all the frustration she had accumulated on the people of Shrek.
The little devil's image was once again on full display.
Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi caught a critical detail.
"Rongrong, did you say you encountered the Titan Giant Ape during your spirit ring hunt?!"
"Yes, Father. I almost died in its hands."
Hearing the father-daughter conversation, Sword Douluo finally processed the situation.
"What? Rongrong faced the Titan Giant Ape and made it back unharmed? Is Zhao Wuji really that strong?"
Even though he was confident he could defeat the Titan Giant Ape, protecting a group of Spirit Grandmasters while retreating safely? He knew he couldn't do it.
"Did I wrongly accuse Zhao Wuji? But so what—if he's unhappy, let him prove it with his fists!"
He had come to Shrek Academy to stand up for Ning Rongrong.
Even if she had been wrong, they were still at fault.
How could the precious princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan possibly be allowed to suffer at this run-down academy?
Ning Fengzhi was surprised, having assumed it was Zhao Wuji who had rescued Rongrong from the Titan Giant Ape.
He quickly walked toward Zhao Wuji with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Zhao. Uncle Sword can't bear to see Rongrong upset, so he acted rashly. Please don't take offense."
Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Fengzhi—whose expression changed faster than flipping through a book—and sneered inwardly.
Hmph. If I didn't know the truth about the Flender situation, I might've actually been fooled. Ning Fengzhi, oh, Ning Fengzhi, you truly live up to your title as head of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
To Ning Fengzhi's attempts at appeasement, Zhao Wuji responded with only a faint nod, offering no real acknowledgment.
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly in displeasure but didn't let it show.
Ning Rongrong, seeing Zhao Wuji's indifferent reaction, mocked, "Hmph! My safe return had little to do with him. Father, you don't need to be so polite."
Ning Fengzhi's mind was sharp, and he instantly understood her implication.
Given Shrek Academy's teaching staff, there was only one person with such capability.
Lan Minghua.
However, Ning Rongrong was also quite resentful of Lan Minghua.
He had refused to accept her as a disciple and instead took in the less-talented Meng Yiran.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She turned to Sword Douluo Chen Xin and said, "Grandpa Sword, you must teach Lan Minghua a lesson for me. I begged him, and he still refused to take me as his disciple!"
Sword Douluo snorted coldly. "Hmph! Rongrong is the most gifted of this generation in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. He truly doesn't know what's good for him!"
Even though Lan Minghua had defeated Tang Hao, he didn't believe Lan Minghua could defeat him.
Ning Fengzhi frowned in silence, clearly displeased that Lan Minghua had refused to take Ning Rongrong as a disciple.
He knew his daughter's talent and felt she was more than qualified to be Lan Minghua's disciple.
Just then, a massive flying sword appeared in the sky above Shrek Academy, with several people riding on it.
It was Lan Minghua's group, returning from the Star Dou Forest.
"Hold on tight, I'm landing this thing!"
As Lan Minghua's voice echoed down, the giant sword plunged straight toward the ground.
"Ahhh! We're gonna die, we're gonna die!"
Even from a distance, Oscar's screams could be heard all across Shrek Academy.
BOOM!
With a loud crash, the giant sword embedded itself into the ground.
Lan Minghua, holding Zhu Zhuqing in one arm and Meng Yiran in the other, landed steadily.
Oscar didn't manage to adjust in time and had to activate his Diamond Body—he crashed headfirst into the ground with a loud thud.
Wu Song descended gracefully, then grabbed Oscar by the legs and yanked him out of the earth.
Lan Minghua gently set Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran down, frowning as he looked at the injured Zhao Wuji and Flender.
"Old Zhao, what happened to you? Don't tell me you got hurt on the way back from the Star Dou Forest?"
Before Zhao Wuji could reply, Sword Douluo's voice boomed.
"That was my doing. What, you have a problem with it? It won't just be him—I'll take care of you too!"
(End of Chapter)