Volume One

Barrett Rifle Makes Its Debut

Su Xing coughed a few times and hurriedly said, "Wait, you can't leave!" "Oh? You care about him that much? Don't tell me you've fallen for this brat?" Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment before bursting into laughter. After all, if Tang San had not shamelessly poisoned him in secret earlier, causing his defenses to plummet, his body would not have been pierced by a Hidden Weapon. Could such a tiny Hidden Weapon still hurt me, the Immovable Bright King, now? "Teacher Zhao, just let us watch. You're a Soul Sage over level seventy, bullying a Soul Elder in his thirties. I should at least give him some buffs, right?" "Be careful," Zhu Zhuqing softly warned through Soul Power transmission. "..." Everyone froze, already imagining the bloody scene that was about to unfold. "Teacher Zhao, this isn't right. How can you only make things difficult for Su Xing? You've really gone too far!" "Hmph, as if I'm dying to join your lousy academy. Enough nonsense. Take a shot from me first!" At that moment, Su Xing suddenly spoke. Seeing Zhao Wuji refusing to let it go, Ning Rongrong said irritably. A smug smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face as he thought to himself, Of the five people taking the fourth test today, only Su Xing and Tang San are male students. The rest are girls. I suffered a loss against Tang San and lost face, but I can't exactly bully the female students, can I? Since I can't beat Tang San, can't I vent some frustration on this brat? "Fine. Since you insist on getting beaten up before you're satisfied, I'll grant your wish." "You? A twelve-year-old girl like you, how many moves of mine could you take?" "..." Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai, and the others could not even see the bullet's trajectory. Yet before Ning Rongrong could use her soul skill, Su Xing interrupted her support, waving his hand as he said, "Thanks, but I shouldn't need support to deal with a mere Soul Sage." Zhao Wuji no longer cared about winning or losing. He hurriedly circulated his Soul Power and unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar. Compared to saving face, his life was more important. Seeing that no one was willing to leave, Zhao Wuji thought for a moment, nodded, and said with a smile, "Fine, since you insist, then stay. I only told you to leave because I didn't want you to be traumatized." Immediately afterward, a bullet containing blue Soul Power shot out. "Ah!" "Brat, you're pretty arrogant. Today, I'll loosen you up a little. I'll only use fifty percent of my Soul Power and won't use my Martial Soul Avatar. If you can beat me, you'll pass today. That isn't bullying you, is it?" "..." Seeing Zhao Wuji's attitude was so firm, Tang San said nothing more. Only Tang San's eyes showed a hint of concern. Thus, after merely using Martial Soul Possession, Zhao Wuji stood in place without dodging or evading, not even using any Soul Power. "Su Xing, let me give you some buffs. Seven Treasures Famous, first..." Seeing the battle was about to begin, Ning Rongrong released her martial soul and hurriedly spoke. Zhao Wuji had already made up his mind to vent his frustration on Su Xing today. No one could change that. Zhao Wuji stood with his feet planted casually, Soul Power slowly gathering within him. Under the effects of Oscar's Recovery Big Sausage, the injuries he had suffered earlier were already mostly healed. "Y-You're talking nonsense! Hmph! I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want." Ning Rongrong froze slightly, her face flushing red with embarrassment. Her gaze shifted uncertainly, and she did not dare look Su Xing in the eyes. Zhao Wuji, wasn't this being far too overconfident? Seven soul rings lit up on his body at once, turning his burly frame into an impregnable fortress. What do you mean by this? You're sending them all away. After I beat you, who am I supposed to show off to? Su Xing thought to himself. Ning Rongrong suddenly turned her head, the blush on her face already gone, and blurted out, "Teacher, how about I challenge you together with him?" Su Xing lightly brushed his palm over his wristguard, pulling a pitch-black Barrett Rifle from his Soul Tool. He raised it and fired 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 had also been unable to see the bullet's trajectory. Then purple light flickered in his eyes as he activated his Purple Demon Eye, allowing him to see its path clearly. A stream of air moving at extreme speed, mixed with the bullet, exploded forth and shot straight toward Zhao Wuji. Though Zhao Wuji was thinking this, his body remained as steady as a mountain, standing motionless in place. The instant the bullet struck Zhao Wuji's chest, it pierced straight through his defenses. The next second, a massive gash tore open across the firm skin of Zhao Wuji's chest, and bright red blood sprayed out. The moment the bullet entered his chest, Zhao Wuji, with decades of combat experience, sensed the danger within it. How could he possibly block such a terrifyingly powerful attack with his bare body? "Pfft!" "What kind of Hidden Weapon is this? Its speed is actually this fast. Such terrifying speed is almost comparable to the Tang Sect's top-tier Hidden Weapons. I just wonder how powerful it is." Seeing Zhao Wuji refuse both soft and hard approaches, everyone looked blank and helpless. After all, that battle had been far too stifling for him. Afterward, Su Xing had even mocked him. No one could endure that. If he did not find someone to vent his anger on, it would be difficult for him to calm down. It had to be said that Zhao Wuji was quite good at shutting people down. He left Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong speechless one after another. Just then, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been silent at the side for a while, asked, "Teacher, can I challenge you together with him?" Hearing this, the anger in Zhao Wuji's heart rose to the verge of eruption. He immediately waved his hand and said with a gloomy expression, "Dai Mubai, take them and arrange their rooms first." The bullet was simply too fast. A sudden explosion rang out. Everyone held their breath and watched. Damn it, it looks like I've gone too far this time! "Brat, stop talking nonsense. If any of you plead for him again, none of you will be admitted." "That's right, Teacher Zhao. I think we should stay. In case you fail to hold back and something happens, we can stop you," Dai Mubai said quietly. Before long, it had already reached within a few meters of Zhao Wuji's chest. "Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!" "Could this be another kind of Hidden Weapon?" Zhao Wuji shouted, unleashing all his Soul Power and forcibly blasting the bullet, which was only half an inch from his heart, out of his body. "Mm." Su Xing nodded slightly at those words. A moment later, Su Xing and Zhao Wuji returned to the plaza, though it was now somewhat wrecked. Tang San, still groggy, was about to speak when Zhao Wuji cut him off with a wave of his hand. The moment those words left his mouth, everyone was dumbfounded! "Teacher Zhao, you..." Bang! Immediately afterward, Zhao Wuji's already broad body rapidly expanded. His skin instantly turned reddish-brown, while a thick layer of keratin abruptly grew over it. Clearly, Zhao Wuji intended to be ruthless this time. Afraid that the scene would become too bloody for the students to witness, he hurriedly told Dai Mubai to take them away.