Volume One

So, Su Xing coughed a few times and said repeatedly, "Wait, you can't leave!"

"Oh? So concerned about him, are you falling for this kid?" Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment and laughed heartily. After all, if Tang San hadn't played dirty and used poison earlier, causing his defense to plummet, his body wouldn't have been pierced by Hidden Weapons. Could this tiny Hidden Weapon hurt me, the Immovable Bright King, now?

"Teacher Zhao, just let us watch. You are a Soul Saint over level 70, and you're bullying a Soul Elder in his 30s. Shouldn't I at least add some buffs for him?"

"Be careful!" Zhu Zhuqing whispered a reminder through soul power transmission.

"..." Everyone was stunned, already beginning to imagine the bloody scene to come.

"Teacher Zhao, this isn't very nice of you. How can you pick on Su Xing alone? You're being too much!"

"Hmph, as if I'm dying to get into this lousy academy. Enough talk, take this shot first!" Just then, Su Xing suddenly spoke.

Seeing Zhao Wuji being relentless, Ning Rongrong said irritably.

Zhao Wuji wore a smug smile, thinking to himself that among the five people who came to this fourth round today, only Su Xing and Tang San were male students; the rest were female. I, Zhao Wuji, lost face after losing to Tang San, so I can't go bullying the female students, right? Since I couldn't beat Tang San, can't I at least take it out on this kid?

"Fine, since you insist on being beaten to be satisfied, I'll indulge you."

"You? A twelve-year-old girl, how many moves can you take from me?"

"..." Ning Rongrong.

Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and the others couldn't even see the trajectory of the bullet.

But before Ning Rongrong could use her soul skill, her support was interrupted by Su Xing's words. Su Xing waved his hand, signaling, "Thanks, I shouldn't need support to deal with a mere Soul Saint."

Zhao Wuji couldn't care about winning or losing now; he hurriedly channeled his soul power to release his Martial Soul Avatar. After all, compared to face, life was the most important thing.

Seeing that no one wanted to leave, Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, nodded, and said with a smile, "Fine, since you insist, you can all stay. I told you to leave just because I didn't want you to be traumatized."

Immediately after, a bullet containing blue soul power was fired.

"Ah!"

"Kid, you're quite arrogant. Let me loosen your muscles today. I'll only use fifty percent of my soul power and won't use my Martial Soul Avatar. If you can beat me, you pass today. That's not bullying you, right?"

"..." Seeing Zhao Wuji's attitude was so firm, Tang San stopped speaking. Only in Tang San's eyes was there a hint of worry.

Thus, after Zhao Wuji activated his Martial Soul Avatar, he stood in place without dodging or blocking, not even using his soul power.

"Su Xing, let me add some attributes for you. Seven Treasures Famous, one says..." Seeing that a great battle was about to break out, Ning Rongrong released her Martial Soul and hurriedly spoke.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji had made up his mind to take his frustration out on Su Xing today, and no one could stop him.

Zhao Wuji stood with his feet planted firmly, his soul power slowly condensing within him. The injuries he had sustained earlier had mostly healed thanks to Oscar's Recovery Big Sausage.

"You... you're talking nonsense, hmph! I don't care anymore, do whatever you want."

Ning Rongrong was slightly stunned, blushing with embarrassment. Her eyes darted around, not daring to look into Su Xing's eyes.

Zhao Wuji, isn't this being too arrogant! His seven soul rings lit up simultaneously, turning Zhao Wuji's sturdy body into a solid fortress.

What do you mean by this? You told them all to leave; who am I supposed to show off to after I beat you up? Su Xing thought to himself.

Ning Rongrong suddenly turned her head, the blush on her face fading, and blurted out.

Su Xing flicked his wrist, and a pitch-black Bullet rifle was retrieved from his Soul Tool. He raised his hand and fired a shot at Zhao Wuji.

The next second, a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed from Zhao Wuji's mouth, staining the ground.

At first, Tang San couldn't see the bullet's trajectory either. So, purple light flashed in his eyes as he activated his Purple Demon Eye, finally seeing the path of the bullet.

A stream of air, fast to the extreme, was mixed into the bullet, exploding outward as it shot toward Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji thought to himself, but his body remained as steady as Mount Tai, standing motionless in place.

The moment the bullet hit Zhao Wuji's chest, it directly broke through his defense.

The next second, a huge gash opened on the firm skin of Zhao Wuji's chest, and bright red blood sprayed out.

The moment the bullet entered his chest, Zhao Wuji, who had decades of combat experience, sensed the danger. How could he block an attack of such terrifying power with his bare flesh?

"Pfft!"

"What kind of Hidden Weapon is this? Its speed is so fast. This terrifying speed is almost comparable to the top-tier Hidden Weapons of the Tang Sect. I just don't know how powerful it is."

Seeing that Zhao Wuji wouldn't listen to reason, everyone was at a loss, looking very helpless. After all, he had been too stifled in the previous battle, and after it was over, he was mocked by Su Xing. No one could endure that; without finding someone to vent his anger on, it would be hard for him to calm down.

It must be said that Zhao Wuji was quite sharp-tongued, leaving Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong speechless one after another.

Just then.

"Teacher, do you think it's okay if I challenge you with him?" Zhu Zhuqing, who was on the side, asked after a moment of silence.

Hearing this, the anger in Zhao Wuji's heart reached the point of eruption. He immediately waved his hand and said with a gloomy face, "Dai Mubai, take them to arrange the rooms first."

The bullet was moving too fast. A loud bang suddenly rang out.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

"Oh no, it seems like this has gone too far!"

"Kid, stop talking nonsense. If any of you beg for this kid again, none of you will be admitted."

"That's right, Teacher Zhao, I think we should stay. In case you can't hold back later and something happens, we can step in to stop it." Dai Mubai said in a low voice.

Before long, it had reached a few meters in front of Zhao Wuji's chest.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Could this be another type of Hidden Weapon?"

Zhao Wuji shouted, channeling all his soul power to forcibly shake the bullet, which was only half an inch from his heart, out of his body.

"Okay." Hearing this, Su Xing nodded slightly.

A moment later, Su Xing and Zhao Wuji returned to the plaza, though the plaza was now a bit of a mess.

The drowsy Tang San was about to speak, but was interrupted by a wave of Zhao Wuji's hand.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned on the spot!

"Teacher Zhao, you're like this..."

"Bang!"

Immediately after, Zhao Wuji's already broad body expanded rapidly. His skin instantly turned brownish-red, and thick layers of keratin suddenly grew out.

Clearly, Zhao Wuji intended to use heavy force this time. Fearing that the scene would be too bloody for the students to see, he hurriedly told Dai Mubai to take them away.