Tang San Unconscious, He Comfortable—Dipping Beans, Awesome!

Tang San Unconscious, He Comfortable—Dipping Beans, Awesome!

After all, things were different from the original story. In the original, Tang San had the Dragon Beard Needle to break Zhao Wuji's defenses, and Zhao Wuji had initially only wanted to test his strength. It was only after being bombarded by Tang San's hidden weapons that he got a little angry. But things were different now.

Zhao Wuji had wanted to teach Tang San a lesson from the very start, so he had not held back as much as he did in the original. Against a Soul Sage determined to discipline him, no matter how many tricks Tang San had, they were useless. He could not last long enough to unleash that smooth little combo from the original and send Zhao Wuji flying.

Looking at the unconscious Tang San outside the field, Zhao Wuji spat. "Instead of focusing on cultivation, you keep messing around with crooked tricks." He then turned his gaze toward Lu Mingchuan and Huang Quan.

Seeing Lu Mingchuan lying on Huang Quan's lap, Zhao Wuji could not help feeling even more envious, jealous, and resentful. This brat had such a beautiful wife at such a young age. Meanwhile, Old Zhao was already this old and still alone.

When Huang Quan noticed Zhao Wuji's gaze, she stopped what she was doing and gently nudged Lu Mingchuan. Feeling it, Lu Mingchuan opened his eyes.

"Ah Chuan, it's over. That man is looking at you," Huang Quan explained to the somewhat groggy Lu Mingchuan.

Hearing that, he nodded, rose from the soft, comfortable pillow, and stretched as he looked at Zhao Wuji. Seeing Lu Mingchuan act as if no one else was around, Zhao Wuji's already dark face turned several shades darker. He pointed directly at him. "You. Yes, you. Come out and fight me one-on-one."

"Me?" Lu Mingchuan pointed at himself in confusion. After seeing Zhao Wuji nod, he loosened up his body and strolled over.

"Brat, summon your martial soul." As he spoke, he somehow produced another stick of incense. Zhao Wuji still intended to deal with him the same way he had dealt with Tang San. Fully awake now, Lu Mingchuan found it rather amusing, though it made sense. What normal person could fight a level 76 Soul Sage at level 45?

But unfortunately, it was always on. Looking at the incense burning on the ground, Lu Mingchuan reached out and gripped the Imperial Bow. The soul rings rising beneath his feet left Zhao Wuji dumbstruck. The way he looked at him was like a primitive man looking at a Trisolaran.

Good heavens, that soul ring configuration was utterly monstrous. He belonged in Shrek. With that thought, Zhao Wuji decided he would go easy on him later and give Lu Mingchuan a better result. But unfortunately, this time, he truly was a primitive man encountering a Trisolaran.

Holding the Imperial Bow, Lu Mingchuan observed Zhao Wuji standing there in a daze like an idiot and made the first move. A light arrow shot straight toward Zhao Wuji.

Lost in thought, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a sharp sting across his skin. He hurriedly came to his senses and dodged. Watching the light arrow streak past him, Zhao Wuji broke out in a cold sweat. As a Soul Sage-level powerhouse, his sense of danger had saved his life countless times.

Yet this time, it had been triggered by a brat barely over level forty. He could not help inwardly calling him a monster. Given his level, soul skills, and martial soul, any normal level-forty soul master should have found it nearly impossible to break his defenses.

But unfortunately, he had met Lu Mingchuan. Lu Mingchuan's light arrows ignored defense. No matter how outstanding Zhao Wuji's defenses were, they amounted to zero against Lu Mingchuan.

Having witnessed Lu Mingchuan's basic attack, Zhao Wuji finally grew serious. At the very least, he no longer intended to go easy on him. One of his soul rings lit up, and he first placed Gravity Enhancement on Lu Mingchuan. Then, with another increase in gravity, he saw Lu Mingchuan visibly restrained in the distance and immediately leaped over with Positioning Tracking.

Watching Zhao Wuji approach from afar and feeling his body grow somewhat heavy, Lu Mingchuan did not panic. Instead, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. His fourth soul ring lit up. After bending his knees slightly, he jumped backward, opening up the distance at a speed Zhao Wuji could not comprehend.

Although Zhao Wuji had Positioning Tracking, it was only tracking. If he was completely outpaced and his opponent had crowd-control immunity, it was useless. As it happened, Lu Mingchuan had both.

While leaping, he also fired several light arrows. Seeing this, Zhao Wuji helplessly withdrew his soul skill and allowed himself to fall freely, dodging those few light arrows. After all, Lu Mingchuan had fired them casually, and this was not a life-or-death battle. There was no need to take it so seriously. Except for a certain Third.

"Good brat. As expected of someone with such a monstrous configuration—even your soul skills are this monstrous." Zhao Wuji laughed twice at Lu Mingchuan after smashing a huge crater into the ground.

But then he charged at Lu Mingchuan again. He refused to believe Lu Mingchuan could sustain such an outrageous ten-thousand-year soul skill for long. Yet the truth was that Lu Mingchuan felt no pressure at all. When he had just reached level forty, the system had said something about connecting him to some kind of space. Afterward, he found that his energy recovery rate was basically equal to his energy consumption.

But that did not mean he was invincible, because it did not mean his energy was truly infinite. It only meant his recovery speed had increased. If he used skills requiring massive amounts of energy, he would still consume energy. Moreover, he had an output limit and could not release unlimited energy.

It was like being connected to a power bank with wireless charging and an extremely fast charging speed.

What followed became interesting. Lu Mingchuan simply kept Zhao Wuji running in circles, occasionally firing two arrows behind him to create some obstacles. After quite a while, more than half the incense had burned away.

"You brat, [Shrek profanity], come fight me one-on-one if you've got the guts!" A scene engraved into DNA had begun.

"You think I'm afraid of you?!" Lu Mingchuan put away the Imperial Bow, and a long spear appeared in his hand instead. It was nine feet long, its shaft like black iron, its spearhead gleaming with cold light. A casual swing produced a sharp whistle as it sliced through the air. Even Zhao Wuji, who knew nothing about spears, wanted to praise it.

But then he remembered that thing would soon be striking him, so he promptly shut his mouth.

Watching Lu Mingchuan approach with the long spear, Zhao Wuji was still somewhat bewildered. Wait, brother, I only said one thing—how did you get provoked so easily?

But excitement soon followed. Lu Mingchuan had been far too slippery. If things continued like that, Zhao Wuji would be frustrated to death. It was perfect that Lu Mingchuan was now fighting him at close range. As for the fact that his martial soul was a great bow, that was unimportant. Zhao Wuji was going to teach him a lesson.

Of course, he would not injure him. After all, he still had to let him enter the academy later. Poor Zhao Wuji had no idea that Lu Mingchuan had no such intention at all.

The moment they closed the distance, the long spear in Lu Mingchuan's hand thrust out. It drew a fierce streak through the air as it stabbed toward Zhao Wuji's chest. Ever since he obtained Gaze of the Hunt, Imaginary Energy had constantly strengthened his body. Combined with his uninterrupted training over the years—

One could imagine just how powerful this thrust was. Zhao Wuji reacted swiftly, bringing his palms together in an attempt to catch it between them. But the result exceeded his expectations. The spear did not stop until it pierced his chest.

Drip. Drip.

Crimson blood flowed down Zhao Wuji's chest to the spearhead, then from the spearhead to the ground. Feeling the pain in his chest, Zhao Wuji smiled. "Good brat. I underestimated you." He swept his hands aside, pulling the spearhead free, then swung the Great Strength Vajra Palm toward Lu Mingchuan.

Naturally, Lu Mingchuan would not sit still and wait to be hit. Borrowing Zhao Wuji's force, he flicked the butt of his spear and directly blocked the strike. The onlookers around them were also unable to conceal their shock.