Tang San's Malice

When Zhu Zhuqing said that she had not yet taken a master, the atmosphere at the scene fell silent for a moment.

An eerie tension seemed to be brewing.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Ning Rongrong hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Uh, let's get through the trial in front of us first. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. I have two soul rings. I can increase everyone's speed and strength attributes by about thirty percent. It can definitely last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

A thirty percent increase was already an exceptionally good figure. The reason the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was known as the strongest among Support-type Martial Souls was that with every additional soul ring, it could not only boost one more attribute, but also increase the enhancement effect of every attribute boosted by its previous soul rings by another ten percent.

In other words, if Ning Rongrong's Soul Power exceeded rank thirty, she could not only enhance one additional attribute, but the effect of all her attribute boosts would become forty percent. And so on. By rank seventy, she could instantly increase seven attributes by eighty percent. What a terrifying effect that was.

With a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master providing support, one could almost instantly double their own strength. The stronger the Soul Master, the better the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's enhancement effect.

No matter where they were, whenever a Soul Master from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect appeared, they would immediately become the target every Soul Master organization sought to recruit. They would draw the attention of countless people.

Because of this, Ning Rongrong successfully drew everyone's attention to herself, making them temporarily overlook Zhu Zhuqing.

Learning that things were different from what he had expected, Dai Mubai inexplicably felt delighted that someone else was suffering alongside him. Then he returned to reality. "The three of your Martial Souls make a pretty good combination. None of you overlap in type. Decide for yourselves how you'll withstand Teacher Zhao's attacks." Right now, all he could think about was that Zhu Zhuqing had not taken that person as her master. What was going to happen to his backer?

Tang San, who had temporarily suppressed his malice toward Zhu Zhuqing, thought for a moment before saying, "Ning Rongrong will support the two of us. I'll be the main attacker and control Teacher Zhao's attacks as much as possible, limiting him. As for you... Zhu Zhuqing, circle around from the flank and use your speed to keep him occupied."

Tang San's tactics were extremely simple, even utterly lacking in technical sophistication. With so little time, this was the only simple strategy they could use.

"Have you finished discussing it?"

Zhao Wuji's voice rang out. The incense stick on the ground had already burned to its end.

"Teacher, we can begin." Dai Mubai nodded to Zhao Wuji and quickly retreated to the side to watch.

Zhao Wuji stood up again, clasped his hands together, and rolled his wrists. A string of bone-cracking pops rang out, making their teeth ache as the invisible pressure intensified.

Another incense stick appeared in his hand. Before he could light it, everyone had already made their move.

"Seven Treasures turn forth with glazed light."

Ning Rongrong spun dramatically in place, and dazzling seven-colored radiance burst from her body. Within the gathering glow, a seven-colored treasure pagoda more than a foot tall appeared in her right palm.

Its treasure light glittered, exuding an air of nobility. Ning Rongrong wore a smile, seemingly trying to create an ethereal, immortal-like air about herself. But limited by her looks, temperament, and other factors, the result was less than ideal. Two yellow soul rings rose beneath her feet and silently circled her body, making her look strangely shabby.

"The Seven Treasures have a name. First: Strength."

The first soul ring enveloped the seven-colored treasure pagoda. At Ning Rongrong's gesture with her left hand, two beams of colored light shot out simultaneously, enveloping Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing.

A warm energy immediately flowed into them. Both felt their entire bodies fill with strength, and even the Soul Power within them surged endlessly as though boiling.

Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Rongrong in surprise. "Well, well. One of this year's examinees is actually from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile family. Not bad, not bad. That old ghost Flender is definitely going to be thrilled this time."

As he spoke, the incense stick in his hand had already been lit. With a casual toss, he planted it into the ground.

"The Seven Treasures have a name. Second: Speed."

Two more beams of colored light floated out, and Ning Rongrong's second soul ring took effect as well. Their bodies became so light that Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing felt as though they had lost all weight. They secretly praised it as deserving of its reputation. This thing truly was worthy of being the number one Support-type Martial Soul.

With both speed and strength increased by thirty percent, they immediately felt their power soar!

At that moment, they could not help thinking of Ye Cheng. They wondered just how much strength his Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda could grant someone.

By normal reasoning, at the Titled Douluo level, it should provide a one hundred percent enhancement.

But a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring could not possibly be that simple. Perhaps it could enhance even more attributes.

While the two still had the leisure to think, Zhao Wuji moved. He did not charge at the three of them. Instead, he half-crouched and smashed both fists into the ground at once.

"Not good."

Tang San cried out softly. The instant Zhao Wuji made his move, he understood what his opponent intended to do.

With a muffled boom, the ground shook violently. A ring of earth-yellow ripples abruptly spread toward the three of them along with the tremors in the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing reacted quickly. Since she was close to Ning Rongrong, she flashed over, scooped her up, and leaped away, swiftly avoiding the shockwave.

When Zhao Wuji saw that his fists had failed to achieve any effect, a hint of a smile appeared on his face instead. He did not rush to attack again. He wanted to see what tricks these students had. After all, this was only a test, not a fight to the death.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was not attacking for the moment, Tang San knew that offense was the best defense. If they passively took hits and allowed Zhao Wuji to fully unleash his strength, they would have no chance. It would be better to use attack in place of defense. Perhaps they could drag things out a little longer.

"First Soul Skill Entanglement!"

The soul ring around Tang San's body lit up as he activated his First Soul Skill, the ever-useful Entanglement. A soul skill that remained useful even when he became a God King.

However, limited by his strength, it achieved very little.

Zhao Wuji felt his entire body tighten. Thorn-covered vines had already wrapped around him, binding both his arms and legs tightly. The vines constricted with extreme force, releasing potent paralytic toxins.

At the same time, vines surged from the ground and pushed his body upward, seemingly trying to lift his feet off the ground. No matter how strong a person was, they could not keep their body steady without footing beneath them.

But Zhao Wuji only revealed a disdainful smile. Then, with a simple release of Soul Power, there was a bang, and the vines covering his body instantly shattered, scattering in every direction.

Although Tang San's Martial Soul had awakened into the Blue Silver Emperor, that Martial Soul's greatest strength was vitality, not restraint or direct offense. Thus, even though it was stronger than the original Blue Silver Grass, its toughness had only improved to a limited extent. Binding a Soul Sage was impossible.