Chapter 146: Zhai Wuhun Released

Time back to one minute ago.

The three Witches, beaten until they couldn't move, were cursing the succubus Witch who was about to undergo the baseline test with full malice. They even started a betting pool on how long Madeline could hold out.

"One second, no more."

Above Dorothy's head, Senior Hat also opened her starry eyes and concluded this.

"Uh, that shouldn't be, right? Madeline is so powerful, she shouldn't kneel in a second, right? How can you gauge her level if she's killed in a second?"

Although she knew that the judgment of a big shot like Senior Senior Fan Ni shouldn't be wrong, Dorothy still asked with some confusion.

If it were a real battle and the succubus Witch were killed instantly by her mother, Dorothy would be willing to believe it. After all, if a Peak Witch still needed a second move to beat an Elite Witch, that would be the problem.

But wasn't this a baseline test? No matter what, they had to give Madeline some time to show herself, right? Otherwise, if she were killed instantly, wouldn't the baseline test be a waste?

The little fox, who was the weakest of the three, had a self-display session of about two minutes. Senior Miya was more miserable, probably because she was taught by her mother, so she was familiar with it and didn't need much display; she turned into "Miya-chan" in 30 seconds.

As for Dorothy herself, she held out for three minutes.

"That's because you three are weak. Your combat level is still stuck at the martial technique stage, but this little succubus has already reached the perfection of the Zhai Wuhun. Gauging her level naturally means gauging the Zhai Wuhun; martial techniques have no meaning."

Senior Hat also explained lazily.

"Zhai Wuhun? So this thing actually exists?"

Because her combat techniques were all stolen from Senior Miya and she had never taken a proper class, this term suddenly touched Dorothy's knowledge blind spot.

Although she had also seen the division of the three realms of Martial Artist, Wu Sheng, and Wu Shen in the theoretical knowledge of the Combat Department, most of those basic knowledge contents talked about how Martial Artists condense their own martial will. As for the "Zhai Wuhun" that only Martial Saints had, it was occasionally mentioned. Anyway, the book said that the Wu Sheng realm was ethereal and hard to seek, telling little Witches not to be ambitious, and that they would understand when the realm was reached.

*Hmm*, it was very cryptic.

Regarding this, Dorothy also felt cold and trembling. Who understands this? I'm learning magic, not cultivating immortality, right? Why are you making it so fantasy-like? I understand your hammer.

Anyway, Dorothy herself completely ignored the nonsense about martial will and martial soul. Being a pragmatist, she had always done whatever was comfortable. Anyway, just fighting was enough. If she won, it was good; if she lost, it meant her kung fu wasn't good enough, so she would go back and practice more. It was that simple.

She had always thought that the so-called "Zhai Wuhun" was just a state of mind. She didn't expect that, listening to Senior Senior Fan Ni's meaning now, this thing actually existed.

"Of course it exists."

Senior Hat said so, and seeing her master's thoughtful look, she added.

"Zhai Wuhun is generally something only big Witches need to consider. Dorothy, you don't need to worry. Anyway, your mother is a Peak Wu Shen. Follow her and you will have it soon."

However, Dorothy ignored Senior Hat's comfort. She just looked at the succubus Witch in the arena below and asked with a strange expression.

"Senior Senior Fan Ni, is the Zhai Wuhun you mentioned the shiny Saint Knight behind Madeline right now?"

Just now, Dorothy clearly saw that after the succubus Witch below set up her stance and entered combat state, a holy Saint Knight phantom wearing shiny armor appeared behind her, but the Saint Knight's face clearly looked exactly like Madeline's.

This is a succubus Saint Knight?

Thinking carefully, this didn't seem to be the first time Dorothy had seen this succubus Saint Knight phantom behind Madeline. During the previous assessment, when the two were deadlocked, Dorothy, who had red eyes from fighting, vaguely saw this "spirit behind her" of the succubus Witch. That spirit even possessed Madeline in the end, and then the dying succubus Witch became very fierce and couldn't be killed no matter what.

It was just that Dorothy obviously didn't have the heart to care what this thing was at that time. She just thought it was some secret technique of Madeline's. Now, reminded by Senior Hat, Dorothy finally knew the identity of this "spirit behind her." So this thing was a Zhai Wuhun?

"Uh, you can see it?"

Senior Hat was also stunned, staring at Dorothy with her starry eyes wide open.

"That shouldn't be. Although this succubus's Zhai Wuhun is nearly perfect, it's only at the Wu Sheng level after all. Before becoming a Wu Shen, the Zhai Wuhun of a Wu Sheng is invisible. Only the Wu Sheng herself or other Martial Saints should be able to see it. How could you possibly see it?"

"Can't I see you, Senior? Is it strange to see a Zhai Wuhun?"

Dorothy guessed if it was because her inspiration was too high.

"That's not the same, okay? Inspiration has no effect on Zhai Wuhun. It's a special spiritual body. It's only visible if the spiritual frequency matches."

"Damn, Dorothy, don't tell me you're also a Wu Sheng? Also, you've beaten that little succubus. Only a Wu Sheng can defeat another Wu Sheng. You, a Wu Sheng, why are you pretending to see a Zhai Wuhun for the first time?"

Senior Hat, who felt she had been teased by this master, had dangerous eyes.

She had reason to suspect that Dorothy was itching for a beating again and was "Versailles-ing" here.

Dorothy: "..."

I'm wronged. I'm a wild path who learned halfway. What am I "Versailles-ing"? Before today, I didn't believe this Zhai Wuhun really existed. The Combat Department is different from the other eight departments. The other eight departments can be self-taught; they are all sets of formulas and theorems. But this Combat Department is really hard to learn without a teacher. The only Dragon King Combat Technique I know was stolen from Miya.

The Home Witch complained in her heart.

"Senior, listen to my explanation. Forget it, you should teach me how to summon a Zhai Wuhun first. I'm also quite curious if I have this thing."

Who could refuse a cool "spirit behind her"? Dorothy looked at the Saint Knight Zhai Wuhun behind Madeline below, and her heart felt hot. She hoped Senior Hat's guess was true. If so, she could also have a "spirit behind her."

*Hmm*, if possible, I want a white-clothed, fluttering Sword Immortal "spirit behind her." Whether the Zhai Wuhun is strong or not doesn't matter; anyway, it must be handsome and cool.

That was what she thought.

And Senior Hat looked at Dorothy seriously. Her ability to perceive other people's lies showed that this guy really wasn't lying. This was amazing. Immediately, she had no choice but to stretch out a small tentacle, pat Dorothy on the head, and stuff a piece of information directly into her brain.

"Here you go. This can't be explained in a moment. Understand it yourself."

And Dorothy, who had grown up, was least afraid of understanding it herself. She felt that there was more information in her mind, and as soon as this information was interpreted, it instantly triggered her inspiration, and then she really understood it.

"I understand it. I understand everything. So that's how the Zhai Wuhun comes from. If those damn books had spoken human language earlier, it would have been fine."

The Home Witch, who was still in pain and couldn't move, sat up excitedly and slapped her thigh directly.

"My Zhai Wuhun, don't be shy. Quickly let me see what you look like."

Her spiritual will began to condense according to the way she understood from the inspiration in her brain, and then it was as if a layer of barrier of knowledge had been broken, and it was as if a cage imprisoning a fierce beast had finally been opened. A phantom figure appeared in front of Dorothy.

At the peak of the sea of blood and mountain of corpses, on the throne of bones, the arrogant king, even if dressed in rags, could not hide her domineering spirit. She was originally sleeping, but she seemed to perceive something, so she opened her blood-red eyes, raised her head, and looked forward. A salted fish had entered her sight.

"*Emmm*... This Zhai Wuhun's style is a bit different from what I imagined."

Looking at this broken king who looked exactly like herself but had a completely different temperament, Dorothy also blinked her eyes a few times, suspecting that she had summoned the wrong Zhai Wuhun.

... The two Dorothys are staring at each other... ===== CHAPTER 147 =====