Chapter 14: Ruthless and Cruel

Zhao Wuji was employing the first Spirit Ring skill, Immovable Bright King Body.

Although it was merely a hundred-year Spirit Ring, the same soul skill, when executed with different levels of soul power, naturally produced different effects.

Relying on his seventy-sixth-level soul power and the unity of offense and defense, he immediately broke the combined attack of Tang San and the other two.

Now, among the four, only Ning Rongrong, who possessed no offensive capability, remained.

Though her heart was filled with extreme anxiety, she was powerless to do anything.

Zhao Wuji let out a loud laugh, suddenly accelerated his speed, and in a single step arrived before Tang San.

He raised his massive palm high; the second Spirit Ring lit up simultaneously. Under the infusion of soul power, his palm instantly turned golden, doubled in volume, and slammed directly toward Tang San.

At this moment, Tang San was still holding Xiao Wu and could not dodge immediately.

In this perilous moment, Xiao Wu's second Spirit Ring lit up.

Her eyes suddenly turned blood-red, staring straight at Zhao Wuji.

"So there is a confusion-type soul skill!"

Zhao Wuji felt a sudden dizziness in his brain; in his shock, the speed of his descending palm naturally slowed, and its power was likewise reduced by more than half.

Golden light burst forth from his eyes as he countered Xiao Wu's confusion soul skill.

The gap in soul power between the two sides was too great; Xiao Wu didn't even make a sound, blood gushed from both her mouth and nose, and she fainted directly into Tang San's arms.

Seizing the opportunity, Tang San stepped into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and escaped Zhao Wuji's attack range.

Zhao Wuji's palm did not truly come down; he had no intention of harming these children.

Otherwise, Tang San and Xiao Wu would have died on the spot.

Zhao Wuji did not pursue, standing in place and saying, "Rest assured, she is fine. Although the effect of confusion-type soul skills is good, her soul power differs too greatly from mine; she suffered a backlash from her own soul power, which is why she fainted."

Having said that, he turned his gaze toward Ning Rongrong and said with a smile, "Little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, only you remain. Surrender quickly."

Seeing the opponent attack, Ning Rongrong immediately panicked.

Under her family's protection, she had never encountered any dangerous situation.

Just as Zhao Wuji raised his palm, intending to frighten her, a figure instantly appeared, blocking in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Teacher Zhao, if you want us to surrender, that's fine, but please do not frighten her!"

Zhou Yu, at some unknown moment, had appeared out of thin air.

Only the sound of a "Bang" was heard; a flash of golden light passed, and Zhao Wuji's massive palm was instantly repelled by a powerful force.

Even his strong, massive body was forced to retreat several steps backward.

"What soul skill is this?"

Zhao Wuji stabilized his stance but discovered his entire palm had been numbed by the shock.

Focusing his gaze, he saw that the opponent was holding some unknown weapon in his hand; from the dark hole, a wisp of white smoke was rising.

"Desert Eagle!"

Ning Rongrong, standing behind, couldn't help but let out an exclamation of awe.

As the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she naturally knew the mysterious weapon Zhou Yu had used.

Precisely for this reason, Ning Fengzhi had sent Zhou Yu to protect Ning Rongrong.

Zhao Wuji paused for a moment, his face full of confusion, and said, "Boy, is this your... martial soul?"

Zhou Yu merely smiled slightly, seeming unwilling to answer the other's question.

He turned around, handed the Desert Eagle to Ning Rongrong, and said, "This was originally a birthday gift I prepared for you. You have already witnessed its power; keep it for self-defense."

Ning Rongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief. Slightly shy, she accepted the Desert Eagle and said in a low voice, "Such a precious gift, I..."

"Hey, boy, you haven't answered my question yet."

Seeing himself ignored, Zhao Wuji immediately felt somewhat displeased.

Just then, Tang San, holding the soft-as-cotton Xiao Wu, slowly raised his head. His black eyes held no emotion, yet were extremely deep.

He slowly walked to Ning Rongrong's side: "Could I trouble you to take care of Xiao Wu for me first?"

Ning Rongrong paused for a moment, put away the Desert Eagle, then took Xiao Wu and asked softly, "What are you going to do?" She heard Tang San say angrily, "He actually dared to hurt Xiao Wu; I will absolutely not spare him."

Having finished speaking, he turned and walked toward Zhao Wuji.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji asked in confusion, "What, do you still wish to continue?"

In truth, he had already acknowledged the extraordinary strength of these four youths; the severity in his words was due to his worry that they might develop arrogance because of their exceptional talents.

Tang San shook his head and said loudly, "No, I hope to fight you seriously. Please light another stick of incense. If I can last for the duration of one stick of incense, then please allow the four of us to enter Shrek Academy simultaneously."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and replied, "Boy, your courage is indeed commendable. However, there is no need to fight anymore; I acknowledge that the four of you children..."

"No, everything starts anew! I want to pass the assessment honorably."

Tang San interrupted Zhao Wuji's words; at this point, he had no intention of hiding his strength.

Xiao Wu's severe injury had greatly stimulated his emotions; if he could not seek justice for his sister, then on what grounds could he bear the title of older brother?

He could make decisions for himself and for Xiao Wu, but he could not make decisions for the other two.

Tang San turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, seeking their opinions.

Zhou Yu sneered, thinking wordlessly in his heart, "This guy is going to show off again!"

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's dislocated arm had already been set by Dai Mubai.

She had also regained consciousness, though her breath was weak. Although she did not wish to remain in Dai Mubai's arms, she currently had no strength to get up.

The innocent-natured Ning Rongrong smiled slightly at Tang San: "Tang San, we are comrades-in-arms. Since childhood, my father has taught me not to abandon comrades. At worst, we will all leave together; anyway, we have already lost, and the academies in the capital certainly will not refuse us."

Receiving the other's encouragement, Tang San was overjoyed. Looking again at Zhu Zhuqing, she seemed to have lost the strength to speak, yet she forced her body to nod.

Although they had met for the first time today, the trust of companions seemed to have endowed Tang San with unparalleled strength.

He turned around and faced Zhao Wuji once more: "If I lose, then we will all leave together."

"..."

Although Zhao Wuji did not understand the point, since the other party wanted to fight, he had no reason to retreat. He immediately laughed heartily and said, "Very well, then let me see what hidden power you have to resist my attack."

Tang San stood there with his feet neither together nor apart, slowly gathering his entire strength.

The trust of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing made Tang San decide to let them see his true power.

A sentence from the general outline of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: Never try to play the pig to eat the tiger, or you will very easily truly become a pig.

If just now they had faced not a teacher of Shrek Academy, but an enemy.

Then, Xiao Wu would probably have had a hard time escaping unscathed.

And if his true ultimate move had not yet been unleashed, would he not regret it for the rest of his life? At this moment, his hands had gradually turned white, jade-bright and pure; between his ten fingers, a faint flow of energy seemed to be turning.

His head was slightly lowered, so that his opponent would not see that his eyes had completely turned purple.

"Teacher Zhao, be careful!"

Tang San suddenly raised his head sharply, the purple light in his eyes instantly flaring up.

Zhao Wuji felt a chill in his heart, and his steps involuntarily slowed down.

—Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss...

Relying on the hand speed of a single man from his past life over thirty years, Tang San flicked his ten fingers, shooting out ten streaks of cold light that respectively targeted Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and lower abdomen—vital points.

The ear-piercing sound of tearing air startled Zhao Wuji; agility was his weakness.

He let out a low roar, unleashing his soul power in all directions, and fully activated the Immovable Bright King Body.

Tang San stepped into the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, spun his body, and flung out another dozen streaks of cold light.

In the blink of an eye, his hands were like bees and butterflies darting through spring, either flicking or plucking; streak after streak of cold light shot out from his hands, each strike precisely locking onto Zhao Wuji's vital points.

"So young, yet your moves are so vicious?"

Zhao Wuji was secretly startled; this was the first time he had encountered such an opponent. If both sides were equal in strength, he was afraid he would have already lost.

(End of this chapter)