Chapter 157 I Don’t Have a Girlfriend

Chapter 157: I Don't Have a Girlfriend

A person's soul power comes in waves, with peaks and troughs overall, and even more troughs within the local troughs. These weakest points, scattered throughout, are what the Yaksas call "weak spots." In a fast-paced battle, finding and attacking these weak spots is what makes one the strongest.

The man before them, wielding two six-shot revolvers and hitting every weak spot, was mocked by everyone. If only Wang Feng hadn't encountered soul problems, he would have been an incredibly terrifying existence.

Isn't that exactly the kind of opponent he had come to seek in the wider world after leaving the Yaksa realm?

Why did he encounter such a tragic and infuriating situation?

No one paid attention to Wang Feng's movements; they just thought his gunplay was accurate but his attacks were feeble. There was no better way to describe him than as a "show-off."

Mu Mu was flustered and struggling, but if he managed to catch his breath, a single witchcraft spell could finish Wang Feng off.

Mu Mu thought the same thing, bang~~~

Suddenly, Mu Mu's body stiffened as if struck by electricity. Damn... Soul power penetrated his bones, sending intense pain throughout his entire body, rendering him immobile.

Wang Feng knew he had finally hit a weak spot.

Bang, bang, bang...

The two six-shot revolvers unleashed a barrage of bullets, each shot hitting the head. With his body frozen, Mu Mu couldn't defend himself. After three shots, his soul power seemed to choke up, and without his own soul power for defense, Wang Feng knocked Mu Mu to the ground with three shots.

Yes, he fell straight to the ground, his injured Darkfire Staff rolling to the side.

Old Wang blew on the smoking revolver, feeling as cool as ever.

The referee was stunned. What was going on?

"Hey, start counting," Wang Feng reminded the referee of his duties. But he knew the impact of his shots; hitting a weak spot was like slicing through a major artery, dealing critical damage. The subsequent shots were enough to knock him out. Not everyone was as tough as Hei Wu Kai.

1... 2... 3... Soon, all the Rose disciples reacted, shouting the count together.

In the end, Mu Mu didn't get back up. Wang Feng pouted, shrugged smugly, and mouthed something, "See what I mean?"

At that moment, laughter erupted across the field, and the Rose disciples finally erupted in joy. They had won?

Though it was a bit strange, they had indeed won against Judgment!

The cheers and shouts rose to a deafening level as countless Rose disciples roared at the remaining Judgment disciples, venting their pent-up frustrations from years of suppression.

Fantasy and others rushed over, and Mo Tong simply picked Wang Feng up and tossed him into the air. "As expected, under my brilliant guidance!"

"Ah, catch him, catch him..."

Wang Feng flailed his arms in mid-air but was quickly thrown up again. Hei Wu Kai watched from afar, feeling a sense of inexplicable sadness. How could such a strong person endure so much? He couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Seeing Hei Wu Kai about to leave, Wang Feng waved his hands. "Old Black, Old Black, let's celebrate tonight. My treat!"

Hei Wu Kai didn't turn around but waved goodbye.

"Don't worry about him. That guy likes to be different. You said you'd treat us this time, so don't back out!" Since experiencing the joy of going out once, Mo Tong had learned the beauty of it.

Celebrations after the battle were inevitable. It wasn't just the Old Wang team or those close to him like Su Yue; there were also several department heads from the self-governing council and some elites from various divisions who were loosely connected to them.

A crowd of thirty or forty people filled the hotel outside Rose, which Old Wang had booked exclusively.

It was a rare chance to indulge, and besides, Clara had already prepared all the materials needed for the trip back. This time, the chances of success were high. Even if they never saw each other again, well, that wasn't quite the right sentiment.

Forget it, why think so much? Today, he was happy, and that was all that mattered!

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"Rose's Weakest Defeats Judgment's Strongest: A True Comparison of Two Holy Sanctuaries!"

"Beastman Awakening: Rose Holy Sanctuary Creates a Miracle—Is Karida the Savior?"

"The Truth Behind Money: Low-Key Teaching, High-Profile Talent Cultivation!"

"Karida's Vision: The Future Light of the Alliance!"

Various sensational headlines covered Aurora City's major news sections within two days. Clearly, it wouldn't take long for this to reach the Alliance's Holy Light.

The competition and rivalry between the two Holy Sanctuaries in Aurora City had a long history and was a favorite topic among the city's commoners during their leisure time.

Despite recent awards in runes and potions, Rose had always appeared as the weaker party or challenger. Even though these achievements were significant, they were still non-combat professions, giving the impression of fleeting luck rather than sustained excellence. In a society that revered heroes, personal combat prowess was most admired. Rose's annual hero tournament results lagged far behind Judgment, fundamentally shaping people's perceptions of the two sanctuaries.

But this time, Rose's makeshift team defeated Judgment's top squad, and even an ordinary Beastman awakened under Rose's tutelage. With a little help from the newspapers...

Their powerful combat skills, miraculous awakening, and previous inventions made Rose Holy Sanctuary seem like a true academic haven overnight. Some joked that even a pig would become a heroic pig at Rose!

Karida hadn't felt this content in a long time.

At yesterday's faculty meeting, she proposed measures to supplement funding, including revising several rigid school rules under the guise of liberating students' minds. These previously outrageous suggestions were surprisingly met with unanimous approval!

The feeling of commanding the entire school without resistance was exhilarating for Karida.

Expanding enrollment, changing outdated teaching methods, and altering some archaic sanctuary beliefs—Karida never doubted the correctness of these actions, nor the inevitability of resistance and potential failure.

She had thought that even if she spent her entire life striving, she would only serve as a pioneer. Now, she finally saw hope of achieving her goals.

And it was all because of Wang Feng.

If she didn't care about maintaining her image as the principal, she would have stripped off her uniform, put on shorts, and gone to a bar for a drink of iris.

A pen twirled happily between her fingers as Karida looked at Wang Feng standing before her.

This kid still had that smug look after making a contribution, but he seemed less annoying than before. Karida began to understand how the Dean of the Institute of Potions, Famael, felt. When you develop a fondness for someone, even the ugliest features can appear charming.

Sometimes it’s really strange. She’s been to the Nine Gods before; how could such a weirdo, who’s always so animated, be born under that iron-blooded culture? Could it be that he was just born in the wrong place?

"Brother Da, what, don’t you recognize me?" Old Wang said with a lively expression. Today, he was feeling particularly smug, but not because of the match two days ago. Those were small matters. The main reason was Brother Da’s face.

That tight, pretty face couldn’t hide her inner joy. It had to be said, Brother Da’s half-smile was truly pleasant to look at.

"I’ve seen quite a few geniuses, but sometimes I really can’t understand you." Karida didn’t scold him this time. She had been a bit distracted earlier, and by the time she realized this kid was getting carried away, the words had already slipped out.

"No need to understand! Brother Da, that would be too much work," Old Wang patted his chest. "You just need to confirm that my heart is with you!"

Since she hadn’t reprimanded him for being distracted earlier, trying to do so now seemed inappropriate. Karida couldn’t help but laugh. "With that mouth of yours, who knows how many young girls you’ll deceive in the future!"

Brother Da... is getting carried away! Teasing me?

Old Wang was both surprised and delighted, instantly becoming spirited. Righteously, he said, "Unjust! A great injustice! Brother Da, you can ask Brother Lan to check. I absolutely don’t have a girlfriend. Before our grand cause is accomplished, how can Wang Feng settle down? I am your man, Brother Da!"

"Alright, stop with the talk."

Karida felt a bit taken aback. She sensed that this kid was speaking in riddles, constantly hinting and making things up. If they continued, he might really get carried away. It was time to get back to business.

"The reason I called you here today is about Kela," Karida said earnestly. This matter was far more complex than what the newspapers reported. In fact, a Beastman without royal blood awakening their lineage within six months of arriving in Rose had caused a significant stir and attention in the Holy City and among the Beastmen.

Now, everyone was seeking Karida to verify the truth of the matter and to probe the secrets of the awakening. Rumors were already spreading that the Rose Holy Sanctuary had discovered an evolutionary potion that could awaken Beastmen, and that legendary formula...

Frankly, this was both a blessing and a trouble...

"How exactly did you make Kela awaken?" Even someone as composed as Karida couldn’t help but show a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. "Is it because of that evolutionary potion you mentioned?"

After all, this kid had managed to get some money from her. Could the potion be real?

"Brother Da, we need to clarify this," Old Wang dared not boast anymore. He had heard the rumors outside. If he mentioned the evolutionary potion again, what if Karida forced him to hand it over?