Douluo Dalu Kamen Rider Ohma Zio

The air in the main hall of Shrek Academy was unusually tense.

All eight students stood in silence as the spirit crystal recording of the mock-fortress battle played again on the projection wall. Crackling energy, shouted commands, illusions, buffs—it all unfolded before their eyes like a tale already told. But now, they were being asked to see beneath the surface.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, eyes half-lidded with the self-importance of a man about to speak what he considered truth. "Notice here," he gestured, pausing the recording where Tang San's Blue Silver Grass intercepted Xiao Wu's leap, "when Dai Mubai shifted left, it created a false opening. That misled Li Wei's team into thinking Zhu Zhuqing could flank safely."

He turned to the group, completely serious. "This is a basic feint technique. Simple, but effective when your opponent is too focused on forward momentum."

Li Wei didn't react outwardly. Internally, though, his thoughts were biting.

'Basic'? He's literally pointing out the move we already saw—after the fact. And pretending it was some brilliant lesson.

Yu Xiaogang droned on, dissecting moments that had clearly just been split-second decisions, yet delivering them as if they were pre-planned genius. He concluded with a smug nod. "With a guiding hand, even average strength can achieve coordinated results."

Li Wei lips twitched. Not a smile. Not a frown. Just a pause in patience.

He glanced at Tang San. The boy's face was a picture of sudden enlightment. Like the word of his grandmaster is his philosophy. Dai Mubai looked like he didn't care either way—more annoyed that they'd lost than interested in the debrief. Ma Hongjun yawned. Oscar was whispering jokes.

Flender finally stepped in, folding his arms. "Enough."

His sharp tone silenced the murmurs. "I've seen enough to know one thing: letting one teacher oversee all of you has only stirred unnecessary friction."

He turned his gaze toward Li Wei, then to Yu Xiaogang. "A single perspective—however insightful it claims to be—can twist a training ground into a battlefield for ego."

Yu Xiaogang's brow twitched, but he didn't respond.

Flender continued. "To avoid division, I'm making this official."

He gestured with his hand as if dividing the room in two. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be training in separate teams."

Silence. Eyes widened. Even Ma Hongjun looked up.

"Team One," Flender said, voice clear and steady, "will be Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar. You'll continue with Grandmaster—Yu Xiaogang. His knowledge can be said to be a lot may,"—he shot a quick glance at the man trying to defend his friend dignity—"but it suits those of you focused on spirit ring coordination and fixed combat structure."

Yu Xiaogang nodded stiffly, as if this were all part of his plan.

"Team Two," Flender continued, "will be under Li Wei leadership. Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong—you'll follow his command in field-based training. Practical missions, adaptive combat, and creative tactics. Zhao Wuji will assist and supervise."

Zhao Wuji grunted from the back of the hall, arms folded. "Finally. Some real fights instead of just lectures."

Li Wei blinked, caught off-guard for a second. Then he nodded slowly. "Understood."

The division settled over the room like dust after a storm. It wasn't hostile, but the energy had shifted.

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Team One

Tang San adjusted his gloves absently, his mind swirling.

'As expected of Grandmaster, he able to seen something that people will not be able to bother. Why is Li Wei do not understand?' He resent Li Wei for making it hard for his teacher Grandmaster. He glanced at Li Wei, who stood quietly at the side, eyes sharp and focused. 'Dare to insult my teacher and if he do something like this again, I will kill him'. The hypocrisy of Tang San flare up again.

Dai Mubai scoffed as he turned away. "Figures. Group me with the talky types."

Oscar elbowed him. "At least you don't have to deal with Wuji's 'motivational' punches."

"Better than listening to Grandmaster lecture about 'optimal ring placement' for the hundredth time," Ma Hongjun muttered.

Yu Xiaogang narrowed his eyes at them. "You four will train with precision. No improvisation. No chaotic heroics. Strategy over bravado."

Oscar blinked. "Wait, so... no fun?"

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Team Two

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze lingered on Li Wei, but it wasn't the shy glance of admiration. It was steady. Trusting.

"I told you," she said softly, arms crossed, "your way works."

Li Wei looked back at her, then at Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong.

Xiao Wu usual cheer was tempered by seriousness. "We almost lost, though. Tang San tricks nearly caught me off-guard."

Ning Rongrong voice piped in. "But we didn't. We learned from it. And next time, we'll be ready."

Li Wei nodded, finally speaking. "We don't need perfection. We need progress."

Zhao Wuji stepped forward. "Good. Because we'll be doing real combat drills. You'll be tired. Bruised. Tested. But you'll come out stronger."

Li Wei turned inward for a moment, mind racing with potential scenarios.

'They're raw, like a rough diamond' he thought. 'But if I forge them right, they'll be sharper than any plan Yu Xiaogang ever dreamed of.'

He stepped forward, voice low but firm. "We move at dawn. Meet me by the cliffside training ring. No spirit tools. No amplifications. Just instinct and teamwork."

Zhu Zhuqing smirked. "Finally."

Xiao Wu clenched her fist. "Let's go."

Ning Rongrong hesitated—then grinned. "Then I'll pack light."

---

As the sun dipped low and cast long shadows across the cracked tiles of the Shrek courtyard, the two teams dispersed.

Yu Xiaogang returned to his quarters without another word, likely preparing another lecture on things everyone already knew. And he will be preparing to train their body without using any spirit power.

Unknown to Yu Xiaogang, the training that he want to train the student in his team can be said to be closer to stupidity. This world follow the rules of spirit power so they should be training to use their spirit power efficiently or increasing their spirit power rank. But he-Yu Xiaogang-do not do that.

Flender sighed behind closed doors, wondering if he had just bought peace or postponed war.

Zhao Wuji rolled his shoulders, watching the fading sun. "Let's see what your leadership's made of, kid," he muttered.

And in his dorm, Li Wei sat in silence, Diendriver in his lap.

'They made a move.'

He slid open the case of Rider cards and looked at the reflections on their glossy surfaces.

'Now it's our turn.'