The End

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pathetic," Zhao Xuan squatted down and poked Zhao Wuji's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, with his finger.

Lying on the ground, Zhao Wuji's eyes were squeezed into thin slits by the swelling. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even see his eyeballs rolling.

During the last exchange just now, Tang San suddenly activated his second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, and launched a surprise attack on Zhao Wuji. Although Zhao Wuji blocked it with his palm, the immense force wasn't completely deflected, and Zhao Wuji ended up hitting himself.

The blow to his face sent blood gushing from his nose, and his face was bruised and battered, looking like a paint shop.

"Brat, get lost!" Zhao Wuji, lying on the ground, glared at Zhao Xuan with his tiny eyes, mumbling indistinctly.

The next moment, a massive Soul Power fluctuation surged from Zhao Wuji. With a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood with a faint foul odor, then slowly stood up.

Zhao Xuan raised an eyebrow and stopped paying attention to Zhao Wuji. He turned and went to Tang San, who was being supported by Dai Mubai.

Xiao Wu was still being held by Ning Rongrong. She had suffered some Soul Power backlash, but she would be fine after a night's rest. Although Tang San looked serious, he wasn't in critical condition, as Zhao Wuji wouldn't kill him.

"Hermione, go and detoxify the teacher," Zhao Xuan took Tang San from Dai Mubai's arms and called out to Hermione behind him.

Hermione nodded and then cast her First Soul Skill towards Zhao Wuji. While Clear Spring Gushes couldn't completely remove the toxins from Zhao Wuji's body, it could get rid of most of them and also clear any paralysis or other status effects.

Zhao Wuji sat dejectedly on the ground. He seemed surprised by Hermione's First Soul Skill and then basked in the refreshing cleansing.

Dai Mubai subtly glanced at the disheveled Zhao Wuji beside him, wanting to laugh but not daring to. He quickly shouted, "Oscar, hurry over here, business is here."

Before long, excited shouts could be heard from a distance.

"Where's the business? Where?" A gray figure pushing a dilapidated cart rushed over. Because of the speed, the cart bounced on the uneven ground with a "clanging" sound, and the sausages on the cart danced along.

"Oscar, over here," Dai Mubai waved.

"Boss Dai, are you calling me? Don't you not eat my sausages?" Oscar pushed his cart over and couldn't help but ask when he saw Dai Mubai beckoning him.

"It's not for me, it's for Tang San," Dai Mubai pointed to Tang San, who was pale in Zhao Xuan's arms.

Following Dai Mubai's finger, Oscar was startled. "Boss Dai, how could you beat him so badly?!"

Dai Mubai shook his head and subtly glanced at Zhao Wuji. "It wasn't me. It's hard to explain in a moment. Hurry up and make one."

"Oh, then remember to pay me. Five Copper Soul Coins each, small business, no bargaining." Seeing that Dai Mubai didn't want to explain, Oscar didn't bother asking.

However, business was always a good thing. Oscar let out his peculiar soul incantation in his soft voice: "I've got a big sausage."

With his strange incantation, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a fragrant sausage materialized.

"Amazing."

Zhao Xuan, who was supporting Tang San, couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. This Food-type Martial Soul was indeed quite good; he could conjure food anytime, anywhere.

Dai Mubai took Oscar's big sausage and walked over to Tang San. "Tang San, eat this. Although his soul incantation is disgusting, the sausage's effect is really good. The sausage from his first Soul Ring can accelerate the recovery of injuries."

Tang San frowned and looked at the sausage in Dai Mubai's hand. While he was curious about the Food-type Martial Soul, he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn at the thought of Oscar's incantation and Oscar, who was watching the scene with a lewd grin.

"My injuries aren't serious, I don't need it... Uh, Little Xuan, you..." Zhao Xuan, unable to watch any longer, snatched the sausage from Dai Mubai's hand and shoved it into Tang San's mouth.

As the sausage entered his mouth, a burst of fragrance filled it. Tang San instinctively chewed, and the sausage transformed into streams of warmth that flowed into his body. Tang San was surprised to find that some of the bruises on his body were rapidly fading!

Tang San was greatly astonished. Was this the quality of a Food-type Martial Soul with Innate Full Soul Power? It was truly extraordinary!

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji, who had expelled the clotted blood from his body, opened his eyes and happened to see Oscar. He opened his mouth and called out, "Oscar, give me a sausage and a cured sausage."

Oscar turned to look at Zhao Wuji and was startled. "What a big pig's head! Who are you? Why are you in our academy?"

As he spoke, Oscar suddenly felt the atmosphere turn strange. Dai Mubai was frantically winking at him. Oscar's expression froze, and he had a bad feeling.

"Oscar, what are you talking about?" A low voice came from Zhao Wuji.

Oscar's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that this "pig's head" sounded very familiar. He subtly examined the other person's clothing and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Haha, it's Teacher Zhao! I was just saying I wanted to buy a pig's head to eat back at the academy. I haven't been out in a while and got a craving," Oscar said with a laugh and quickly recited two soul incantations.

"I've got a big sausage."

"I've got a small cured sausage."

After the two incantations, Oscar had a sausage and a cured sausage in his hand. Although he was panicking inwardly, his lewd aura couldn't help but leak out when he recited these incantations.

After handing the cured sausage and sausage to Zhao Wuji, Oscar stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

Zhao Wuji didn't stand on ceremony and ate the sausage and cured sausage one after another. His complexion immediately improved.

Although Hermione's Clear Spring Gushes had purified some of the toxins and paralysis earlier, it couldn't do anything for the injuries. After eating Oscar's sausage, Zhao Wuji's injuries began to heal.

However, some of his injuries still couldn't be treated.

Looking down, he saw that his skin was bulging in several places, forming lumps the size of walnuts, and the stabbing pain was coming from these lumps.

"Teacher, did we pass the test?" Ning Rongrong suddenly asked.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the incense that had long since extinguished and the few people who were unharmed. Zhao Wuji's eye twitched, and his gaze lingered on Zhao Xuan. Not to mention this kid who was like a hedgehog, there was also a kid with strange power and Soul Skills!

If he had known this test would be so difficult, he wouldn't have come up. This batch of students was truly full of little monsters.

"You passed," Zhao Wuji said with a cold face. Now he had failed to show off in front of his students before the semester even started.

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong cheered. Even Zhu Zhuqing quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As for Zhao Xuan and Hermione, Hermione didn't feel much, knowing Zhao Xuan's strength, she wasn't worried about facing Zhao Wuji. Zhao Xuan, on the other hand, was indifferent.

"Wait a moment, Teacher Zhao," Tang San said, standing up while still recovering.

"What else do you need?" Zhao Wuji turned and saw him, his eye twitching again. It was this little hedgehog.

Tang San looked at the small lumps on Zhao Wuji's body and said cautiously, "Let me help you remove the Hidden Weapons from your body. If you wait any longer, you'll have to have a chunk of flesh cut out."

Zhao Wuji's heart turned cold, and he instinctively looked at the agonizing lumps on his body. So ruthless?