Volume One

Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Blade of Healing That Ignores Martial Virtue

Suddenly, the open ground fell into an instant silence. Following this, Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Teacher Zhao, that stick of incense has already burned two-thirds of the way down. I don't think there's any need to continue fighting. It wouldn't be very realistic for you to defeat all of us in this remaining time, would you?"

Tang San spoke slowly, "How about I have a one-on-one match with you? If I can hold out for the duration of one incense stick, then consider us all as having passed the exam. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji's forehead was covered in black lines, and he looked at Su Xing with a stiff expression.

"..."

Tang San, almost subconsciously, took advantage of this momentary lull to step into his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, dodging Zhao Wuji's Vajra Palm.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Dai Mubai felt dissatisfied; his evil eyes narrowed as he let out a cold snort.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji also knew that even if he attacked again, it would be far too easy for Tang San and the others to hold out for the final third of the incense stick with Ning Rongrong's support.

The next second, Zhao Wuji shot forward like a bolt, appearing directly in front of Tang San. His second soul ring lit up simultaneously, and he raised his massive bear paw. Under the infusion of his soul power, the palm turned into gold, and he immediately swiped it toward Tang San.

Tang San shook his head and said, "Xiao Wu, although we have healing abilities on our side, I don't want to see you get hurt again."

"Big Brother, I seem to be fine. I feel warm all over, and I suddenly just woke up."

But the biggest problem was that Zhao Wuji didn't dare to beat Tang San and the others to death or leave them crippled. After all, if he went too hard, he would inevitably be scolded by Dean Flender when he returned.

"Second Soul Skill, Vajra Palm!"

Hearing this, Tang San stared blankly at Xiao Wu, expressing his disbelief as he questioned, "Xiao Wu, are... are you really okay?"

Although Zhao Wuji's two previous attacks weren't extremely heavy, they certainly weren't light either. Seeing Xiao Wu recover in such a short time after being injured repeatedly, Tang San found it hard to believe.

"Wait a moment, Teacher Zhao, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Tang San's expression was gloomy as he suddenly spoke up.

In the distance, Ning Rongrong had her small mouth agape, staring blankly at Su Xing. She had originally thought the battle was lost, but who would have guessed that after a teammate was slashed by Su Xing, they would be back at full health?

Seeing Xiao Wu and the others get hurt made Tang San feel terrible. He always felt that it was his fault for failing to protect her.

In recent years, because Su Xing liked to chant the Shaolin Buddhist text, the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, while meditating to calm his mind, the evil energy clinging to the Judgment Demon Scythe had been gradually purged by the Buddhist teachings.

"Very good, it's actually a confusion-type soul skill. It's a pity you forgot that my martial soul is the Vajra Bear; charm techniques are completely ineffective against me!"

It was somewhat similar to the effect of a healing artifact.

"..." Zhao Wuji was speechless.

The next second, Xiao Wu, who was in Tang San's arms, suddenly opened her eyes and said: This was Zhao Wuji's true strength.

"Don't worry, she's fine. Because her soul power level is vastly different from mine, she only suffered the backlash of her own confusion-type soul skill. Let her sleep for the night, and she should be back to normal by tomorrow."

"What? Are you planning to admit defeat?" Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San.

Unless Zhao Wuji directly attacked and crippled or killed Tang San and the others, these people would be back at full health shortly after being slashed by Su Xing.

Relying on his level 76 soul power, Zhao Wuji only needed to use his first soul skill to instantly dismantle the offensive of Tang San and the others.

"Big Brother, stop staring at me like a fool, I'm really okay." Xiao Wu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, flipped up from Tang San's arms, and said with a grin.

"I feel like I'm full of strength again."

In ancient legends.

Hearing this, everyone except Su Xing was stunned.

Zhao Wuji couldn't understand why this kid's martial soul, which wasn't a support-type, could possess healing abilities. This was completely ignoring martial virtue.

Dai Mubai had just moved to save Zhu Zhuqing, but someone else beat him to it. Su Xing's speed was incredibly fast; he appeared at the spot where Zhu Zhuqing was falling in an instant and caught her in his arms.

He thought to himself, Damn it, if you keep doing this, will it ever end?

At the same time, Su Xing, who was holding Zhu Zhuqing not far away, also looked slightly melancholy. Clearly, Zhu Zhuqing had also fainted.

Because his Blue Silver Grass had been instantly shattered, Tang San felt his blood surging and his internal organs burning, but he still hurriedly released his Blue Silver Grass again to save Xiao Wu, catching her in his arms.

"Why wait until tomorrow? I can restore her to her original state right now. By the way, you guys can keep going; if there are any issues, I'll keep healing you!" Su Xing looked at the group and said with a smile.

"Sure enough, this brat is the most troublesome one."

Almost in an instant, Xiao Wu didn't even let out a groan before she fainted directly.

It can only be said that the Judgment Demon Scythe was not a product of this world, much like Tang San's Guanyin Tear. In the original work, Qian Renxue never imagined that such a small object could pierce the heart of a god.

But before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, a purple blade of light suddenly struck, landing directly on Tang San and Xiao Wu.

This light blade attack had no killing intent and no power; Tang San was stunned for a moment, unable to react to what had happened.

The current Judgment Demon Scythe could both slay enemies and save lives.

Hearing this, Tang San was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected Zhao Wuji to be so stubborn as to continue even after all this.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu." Tang San called out several times in a panic.

"Brat, I really underestimated you. However, since this match has started, we must fight until the very last moment." Zhao Wuji looked at Su Xing and said in a deep voice.

At the critical moment, Xiao Wu, who only had a third of her consciousness remaining, suddenly opened her eyes. Her second soul ring lit up, and a flash of red light flickered in her eyes as she stared straight at Zhao Wuji.

"I don't think I need to continue attacking, do I? Even if you add that little brat with the sickle and that little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you won't be able to hold out..." Zhao Wuji turned his gaze to Tang San and said.

"Why is his sickle... and it has the ability to heal wounds? What kind of martial soul is this? This is too exaggerated!"

The Judgment Demon Scythe was forged by bending a blade of healing that could not slay worldly things. Initially, this healing blade could heal wounds with a gentle wave, but it only became a blade of slaughter after being contaminated by evil energy later on.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji felt embarrassed to continue attacking and stood there foolishly. After all, he never intended to hurt these children.

After a moment, Tang San finally felt that his internal organs, which had been surging with blood due to the Blue Silver Grass being shattered, had returned to normal. It was just that he hadn't noticed it earlier because he was too worried about Xiao Wu.

Zhao Wuji was slightly startled, but instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. A golden light flashed in his eyes as he met the red light in Xiao Wu's eyes directly.

"Big Brother, are you stupid? We have the advantage of numbers, why are you trying to fight him one-on-one?" Xiao Wu reminded him.