Zhao Wuji: So Thick, I'm Going to Die!

Bang!

Zhao Wuji felt helpless—especially helpless!

That carrot had been as light as a feather in Du Cheng's hands, yet the moment it landed on him, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Without Soul Power reinforcing him, every blow made Zhao Wuji feel excruciating pain.

Even more outrageous was how tricky Du Cheng's attacks and follow-up moves were. Although Zhao Wuji had done everything he could to dodge, every single strike still hit him with unerring accuracy.

Bang!

Struck yet again, Zhao Wuji's expression darkened further.

If he had to describe it, he felt like he was playing a game of whack-a-mole.

Yeah, he was the mole—the stupid one that got hit every time!

This can't go on!

As a Soul Saint and the Vice Dean of Shrek Academy, how could he lose face in front of so many new students?

As the thought crossed his mind, Zhao Wuji immediately gathered his strength, and his aura turned razor-sharp.

"Kid, you pa—"

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji was sent flying like a baseball.

"Huh?"

Scratching his head, Du Cheng looked puzzled.

"Did Teacher Zhao want to say something just now?"

But in the next instant, Du Cheng became serious again.

He was facing the renowned Immovable Bright King. How could he let his mind wander at a time like this?

With that thought, the carrot in Du Cheng's hand swung out again at a bizarre angle.

As time passed, he became increasingly proficient in using his soul bone, and the gravity added to the carrot grew ever more terrifying.

Bang!

After sending Zhao Wuji flying with another strike, Du Cheng finally spoke with admiration on his face.

"Teacher Zhao truly lives up to his reputation. Even after losing the initiative, you've still held on until now and refused to let me pass the test."

As he spoke, Soul Power surged from Du Cheng's body again, and the carrot in his hand transformed into a terrifying cylindrical object five meters in diameter.

Gulp!

Watching Du Cheng's small body hold up an enormous yellow "pillar," Zhao Wuji, who had just climbed to his feet, could not help swallowing.

So thick!

So huge!

This was going to kill him, wasn't it?

"You pass! You've passed!"

Before the carrot in Du Cheng's hand could grow any larger, Zhao Wuji finally shouted the words he had been trying to say.

"The test is over. You've already passed."

To keep himself from being interrupted again, Zhao Wuji spoke as fast as he possibly could.

"Huh?"

Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Du Cheng could not help feeling disappointed.

"It's already over?"

He had wanted to test the power of the Sky-Supporting Pillar he had just come up with.

With a casual swing, he smashed the fully charged carrot down beside Zhao Wuji.

Rumble—

With a deafening crash, Zhao Wuji watched helplessly as a ravine appeared less than a centimeter away from him.

If that had landed on me...

Beads of sweat seeped from Zhao Wuji's forehead, and he even felt his legs go weak.

Could a Soul Elder really possess this kind of destructive power?

To make daily combat training more convenient, this open field had been specially reinforced.

Not to mention a Soul Elder—even a Soul Ancestor would need to expend tremendous effort to cause such destruction.

"Hehe..."

After that all-out attack, Du Cheng's Soul Power had been completely drained.

Looking at the damage he had caused in the distance, Du Cheng used the shrunken carrot as a cane and planted it on the ground before speaking somewhat awkwardly:

"I was afraid I wouldn't pass Teacher Zhao's assessment, so I used a little too much force."

After a brief pause, Du Cheng's gaze fell on Zhao Wuji:

"Given Teacher Zhao's status and strength, you should be able to understand, right?"

"Of course."

Nodding, one hand pressed against his lower back, Zhao Wuji forced a smile onto his face:

"No matter the circumstances, a soul master must give it their all when taking action. You did nothing wrong."

That was what he said, but only Zhao Wuji knew the sorrow in his heart.

If he had not still cared somewhat about his image, he would have wanted to grab Du Cheng by the collar and demand an explanation:

You were afraid you wouldn't pass the assessment?

You fucking wanted to make sure I didn't survive the assessment!

"Um..."

Taking several deep breaths and doing his best to remain calm, Zhao Wuji looked at Du Cheng again:

"Since the match is over, can you remove your soul skill now?"

"Uh..."

His gaze shifting, Du Cheng looked at the full hour of silence remaining above Zhao Wuji's head, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly:

"I can't remove it."

Before Zhao Wuji could speak, Du Cheng swiftly added:

"But after an hour, the effect of this soul skill will dissipate on its own."

It would actually take another hour?

After experiencing the incident of being unable to circulate his Soul Power and getting beaten up by a mere Soul Elder, Zhao Wuji's awareness of personal safety had greatly improved.

Before his Soul Power recovered, he did not want to come into contact with Du Cheng again.

No, even after his Soul Power recovered, he would have to be extremely careful whenever dealing with this brat!

"These little ones have already passed the assessment."

As his thoughts turned, Zhao Wuji had already turned to Dai Mubai beside him:

"Mubai, you'll take them around and let them get somewhat familiar with the academy."

The moment he finished speaking, without giving anyone present a chance to respond, Zhao Wuji hurriedly turned and strode away into the distance.

"This..."

It was not until Zhao Wuji had completely departed that everyone, including Dai Mubai, finally came to their senses.

Just now, Du Cheng had beaten up Zhao Wuji, right?

Though they were unwilling to admit it, the sight of Zhao Wuji fleeing in embarrassment from Du Cheng's carrot had been far too impactful:

They could not forget it. They simply could not forget it!

Trash!

Thinking of Zhao Wuji's pathetic appearance just now, Tang San beside them could not help tightly clasping his fingers together:

A dignified Soul Saint had been reduced to such a sorry state by a Soul Elder. If that was not trash, what was?

Of course, what angered Tang San even more was Du Cheng's performance:

Even a Soul Saint was made to look so pathetic. Am I really his match?

"Cheng Gege, you're incredible!"

Unlike Tang San and Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu and the other two reacted entirely differently.

Throwing herself into Du Cheng's arms, Xiao Wu's face was full of pride:

"I never expected even a Soul Saint wouldn't be your match."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Reaching out to ruffle Xiao Wu's head, Du Cheng wore a modest smile:

"When soul masters fight, intelligence is also extremely important."

"Teacher Zhao only suffered because he let his guard down for a moment. If we fought again, I definitely wouldn't be his match."

Although he had made Zhao Wuji look utterly miserable, Du Cheng had never been the type to get carried away:

With Zhao Wuji's strength, as long as he did not underestimate him, dealing with Du Cheng would still be easy.

Of course, that was assuming the guy did not get Silenced with a one-hundred-percent success rate again!