Showdown with Zhao Wuji

Showdown with Zhao Wuji

After Ning Rongrong finished introducing her martial soul, nearly everyone's attention focused on her.

Ning Rongrong stuck out her cute little tongue and said, "Stop staring. I'm no different from ordinary people. I ran away from home. 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 enhance everyone's speed and strength attributes separately by about thirty percent. Maintaining it for an Incense Stick won't be a problem at all."

Her words, "I'm no different from ordinary people," greatly increased Tang San and the others' favorable impression of her, since they did not understand her personality. They thought to themselves, What a well-mannered young lady.

But Yin Hao knew exactly what kind of person Ning Rongrong was—spoiled, willful, a complete Little Witch...

Tang San had originally intended to arrange the strategy himself, but after glancing at Yin Hao beside him, he stepped back and said to him, "Hao Ge, arrange the tactics..."

Yin Hao did not stand on ceremony and spoke directly.

"Alright. Rongrong, stand behind me and support us. Xiao Wu will be responsible for the main attack. Zhuqing can use her speed to wait for opportunities on the flank. I'll handle the main control of the field, while Little San covers Zhuqing's sneak attacks. Any objections?"

Everyone shook their heads, indicating that they had none.

Yin Hao suddenly thought of something and tugged Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, when you attack later, you only need to hold Teacher Zhao back. Hit him a couple of times, then retreat immediately. And whatever you do, don't use your Charm soul skill. The gap between your spiritual power and Teacher Zhao's is too great. You'll suffer backlash."

Xiao Wu nodded. Then everyone spread into formation. Yin Hao stood in the very center, Ning Rongrong behind him, Tang San on the right, Zhu Zhuqing at the front right, and Xiao Wu at the front left.

As the incense burned out, Zhao Wuji's voice came again.

"Finished discussing?"

Yin Hao answered directly.

"Teacher, please instruct us..."

Zhao Wuji nodded and took out another stick of incense. Using the same method as before, he lit it and planted it in the ground.

Ning Rongrong, standing at the very back, was the first to summon her martial soul. As a beautiful little pagoda appeared in her hand, two yellow soul rings emerged along with it.

"Seven Treasures Turn Out With Glazed Tile."

"First: Strength.

Second: Speed."

As two rays of light entered the bodies of the four people ahead, Yin Hao and the others instantly felt their strength rise significantly.

Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Rongrong in surprise.

"Well, well. One of this year's examinees is actually from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Not bad, not bad. That old ghost Flander is definitely going to be thrilled this time."

Though he said that, his hands did not hold back. He bent slightly, then smashed his fist into the ground with all his strength. A ring-shaped shockwave instantly erupted from Zhao Wuji, spreading wildly in every direction.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were fast enough to dodge aside and pull away, while Tang San used the vines of his Blue Silver Grass to pull himself into the air.

Yin Hao did not dodge. After all, it was merely a casual strike from Zhao Wuji; it was nothing much.

With a wave of his hand, several Blue Silver Grass Ice Spikes rose from the ground and formed an ice wall, shielding Yin Hao and Ning Rongrong behind it.

Zhao Wuji gave Yin Hao a rather surprised look, then nodded slightly.

Xiao Wu seized the moment when Zhao Wuji was distracted and rushed forward, kicking off Zhao Wuji's shoulder.

With a thud, Zhao Wuji remained completely unharmed.

He looked at Xiao Wu with amused eyes and was just about to grab her when Tang San's Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his arm. At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been seeking an opportunity from the side, quickly attacked from behind Zhao Wuji. Her pair of cat claws struck his body with a series of clang clang clang sounds.

Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint after all. He spread both arms, and a dense surge of Soul Power burst from his body, pressing directly against the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him.

The Blue Silver Emperor bloodline remaining within Tang San's body was now almost nonexistent, and both of his soul rings had been stripped bare by Yin Hao. The resilience and toughness of his Blue Silver Grass had been greatly reduced. It did not even last a second before Zhao Wuji's power shattered it.

At the same time, Tang San's face turned slightly pale, as though he had suffered backlash transmitted through his martial soul.

Zhu Zhuqing had been behind Zhao Wuji from the start, so while he had no time to turn around, she swiftly retreated.

Zhao Wuji ignored her and reached out to grab Xiao Wu, but a Golden Vein Blue Silver Grass vine descended from above and pulled Xiao Wu back.

"Didn't I tell you to leave immediately if your first strike failed? Why did you retreat so slowly?"

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue.

"I thought Tang San and Zhuqing could hold him off a little..."

Yin Hao rolled his eyes at her. He had practically raised this rabbit into uselessness.

The first round of probing attacks ended. Zhao Wuji rolled his neck and flexed his wrists. Every movement produced a series of crack crack sounds.

"Next... I'll take the main attack. Little San, Zhuqing, cover me..."

Yin Hao shouted, and the Blue Silver Domain instantly expanded, covering the entire field.

Tang San nodded and extended his hands again. Two Blue Silver Grass vines rose on either side of him and swiftly shot toward Zhao Wuji.

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing. The moment Tang San's Blue Silver Grass blocked Zhao Wuji's line of sight, she quickly circled to Zhao Wuji's other side and launched an attack aimed at his vital points.

Though she could not truly injure him, the continuous attacks still irritated Zhao Wuji greatly.

He coated his hands in Soul Power and easily tore apart the Blue Silver Grass vines Tang San had released. Without the vines' cover, Zhu Zhuqing could only retreat for the moment.

The vines before him vanished, and Zhao Wuji felt his field of vision suddenly open up. But before he could take in the scenery, a sky full of ice spikes shot toward him.

Zhao Wuji did not panic. He raised both hands in front of him, and a Soul Power Barrier appeared.

Although Yin Hao's first soul ring had become a thousand-year one, and the soul skill it granted came from the Profound Pool Ice Serpent, it had ultimately been unleashed by a mere Soul Elder.

Even without summoning his martial soul, Zhao Wuji blocked Yin Hao's barrage of ice spikes with soul power alone.

Before he could grow smug, he felt something behind his waist. Looking down, he saw a pair of delicate little feet.

"Heh... child, just you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji felt something rapidly rising beneath his feet, while Xiao Wu behind him borrowed that force to exert her own strength.

Beneath his feet, Yin Hao's Blue Silver Grass dragged Zhao Wuji upward; behind him was Xiao Wu's soft skill.

In an instant, Zhao Wuji's feet left the ground and he was flung into the air, then smashed toward the ground headfirst, feet up.

With a muffled splat, Zhao Wuji's head was instantly embedded entirely in the dirt.

After completing her attack, Xiao Wu retreated to Yin Hao's side and looked at him as though asking for praise.