Volume One

Having said that, Zhao Wuji turned and left. Supported by Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji coughed up another mouthful of blood. From the state he was in, it was obvious that he was seriously injured. Oscar recited another soul incantation, and a small sausage no thicker than a little finger appeared in his palm. A low voice suddenly sounded beside Zhao Wuji's ear. All along, Su Xing's true strength had been a mystery to Tang San and Xiao Wu. "Mubai, take these five new students to get settled in. And Tang San, once you've recovered a little, remember to clean up those poisonous things on the ground." He had changed into clean clothes, and the wounds on his body had mostly healed. Such minor injuries were naturally nothing to the Immovable Bright King, but the blow to his pride was no small matter. Zhao Wuji had never expected that he had merely felt like loosening up and intended to use this group of students to stretch his muscles, only to suffer setback after setback and lose all face. Shrek Academy had fallen completely silent. As the vice dean, Zhao Wuji naturally had his own residence, and at this moment, he sat alone in his room, feeling rather gloomy. "Let's call it a day. Everyone looks tired, so I'll take you back to the dorms first. Get some good rest. The opening ceremony is tomorrow." Seeing everyone's weary expressions, Dai Mubai frowned slightly as he spoke. Oscar's large sausage had healing effects, while the small sausage dispelled abnormal conditions. Both foods were extremely practical. After eating Oscar's large sausage and small sausage, the wound on Zhao Wuji's chest gradually began to heal. He tore off a strip of his damaged clothing and wiped the blood from his face. "Who are you?" As a Soul Sage, Zhao Wuji's Soul Power was strong enough to form an aura around him. He could clearly detect the slightest movement within a hundred-meter radius. If they had truly fought, Zhao Wuji would only have needed to activate his Martial Soul Avatar, use his fifth soul skill, Gravity Squeeze, to restrain Su Xing's movements, then follow with his sixth soul skill, Vajra Roar. Su Xing would have been killed outright. After saying this, an evil smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. Seeing Zhao Wuji leave, Ning Rongrong stared at Su Xing with her mouth open in shock and asked curiously, "Su Xing, what kind of weapon did you use just now? You actually beat Teacher Zhao so badly." Zhao Wuji immediately completed his Martial Soul Possession, and the seven soul rings on his body slowly lit up, flashing with dazzling light. "Zhao Wuji..." Yet he had not sensed that voice at all, causing alarm bells to ring in his heart. "It seems I'll have to properly train these little monsters in the future. After all, jade must be carved before it can become a useful tool." Provoked so boldly by an unknown opponent, together with the frustration he had endured during the day, Zhao Wuji's anger surged. Before long, he left the bounds of Shrek Academy and entered a forest outside. The doors and windows suddenly flew open. Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji leaped through the window, his Soul Power instantly rising to its peak as he rapidly chased after the source of the voice. Zhao Wuji snorted angrily. "I used my Martial Soul Avatar, and I mobilized more than half my Soul Power. This time, you all pass." Having said that, Zhao Wuji did not want to remain any longer. In just a few short hours, he had been beaten twice by students. Being a laughingstock did not feel good. "I, your father, have a small sausage!" "Come out. I know you're here." "Oscar, what are you standing around for? Hurry over and get Teacher Zhao some sausages." There were too many things about Su Xing's battle that they could not understand: his second soul ring that defied all common sense, the scythe that could heal his companions with a wave, and that strange weapon that did not belong in this world. It was not just Ning Rongrong. "Teacher Zhao, are you all right?" Oscar jogged over to Zhao Wuji and asked in a soft, delicate voice. Hearing this, everyone nodded repeatedly and followed Dai Mubai toward the academy's interior. Zhao Wuji had not thought much about it during the day, but as he reflected on it that night, he was repeatedly astonished. Dai Mubai looked at Zhao Wuji's blood-covered face and wanted to laugh, but did not dare. He quickly shouted, "For Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were more familiar with Su Xing, it was equally shocking. They had never seen Su Xing use such a mysterious weapon before. As soon as the words fell, a tall man in black robes slowly stepped out from behind a large tree. From the look of him, he had come with ill intent. Seeing Ning Rongrong's curious expression, Su Xing scratched his head and explained with a smile, "The weapon I just used is called a gun. If there's a chance later, come find me in private, and I'll let you see my gun in action." Zhao Wuji's smile instantly froze. "Teacher Zhao, the five of us have all passed now, right?" Ning Rongrong asked with a sweet smile. Zhao Wuji radiated a wild aura. Without even needing to become angry, he was imposing as he coldly and tyrannically locked onto the figure before him. Ning Rongrong had never imagined that the weapon in Su Xing's hand would be so powerful. It had injured a Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji in a single blow. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could possess such a thing, would they not soar to new heights? Zhao Wuji had made quite a few enemies in the soul master world back then. Only after hiding himself within Shrek Academy over the past few years had his life become peaceful. The black-robed man showed no fear at all and merely said calmly, "I didn't expect to find the once-invincible Immovable Bright King in such a small place. I only came to spar with you, and perhaps loosen your bones a little..." Zhao Wuji abruptly rose to his feet, cold light blazing in his eyes. It was night, and all was quiet. After all, the gap in strength was simply too great. "The little monsters who came this year really are more abnormal than the last. All kinds of weapons I've never seen before, incredibly strange movement techniques, terrifying soul ring ages, and most absurd of all, that boy's scythe that could heal his teammates by cutting them." The next moment, Oscar handed the grilled sausage and small sausage in his hand to Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji did not stand on ceremony, eating the sausage and small sausage one after the other. His complexion immediately improved considerably. Of course, this did not mean Zhao Wuji was weak. He had merely underestimated his opponents too much this time, which was why he suffered such a great loss. He had thought the Hidden Weapon in Su Xing's hand was about as powerful as the throwing knives Tang San had used earlier, which was why he ended up injured and humiliated. "Come out!" Yellow light suddenly condensed in his palm, and a yellow soul ring rose beneath Oscar's feet. Immediately afterward, a fragrant grilled sausage appeared in his palm. Zhao Wuji clutched his injured chest, looked at Oscar approaching him, and urged, "Hurry up. Stop talking nonsense and give me a few sausages and grilled sausages." "Who?" "All right, all right." Oscar extended his right hand and called out in his somewhat soft voice, "I, your father, have a large sausage!" Just then, it was impossible to explain everything clearly in such a short time.