Level 62 Assault System Battle Soul Emperor, Please Advise!

With Zhao Wuji around, it was like having a gravity training chamber.

This was far better than ordinary weight training.

"We'll see when the time comes."

Kong thought to himself.

Tang San instantly felt the pressure multiply, nearly collapsing flat onto the ground.

Before adapting to the gravity, it was only natural for every step to be arduous and progress impossible.

"Hehe, run!"

Zhao Wuji said smugly, the corners of his mouth curling up.

Seeing this, Kong could not help covering his forehead. He could already imagine what Zhao Wuji would hear when he got beaten up that night.

"Ding... ding..."

Although Tang San's movements had slowed, he gritted his teeth and fired hidden weapons at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji: "..."

Should I be moved by his relentless, never-give-up spirit?

But even now, he's still attacking me!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Positioning Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji's Fourth Soul Skill, Positioning Tracking, locked onto an enemy and allowed him to instantly reach them from within a hundred meters. It was a soul skill Zhao Wuji had acquired to compensate for his lack of speed.

With a leap, Zhao Wuji instantly arrived before Tang San. His second soul ring flashed once more.

"Second Soul Skill: Vajra Palm!"

Although Zhao Wuji held back again, he put a little more force into the strike to make sure Tang San would not get back up.

"Puh..."

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground. The next second, he shot Zhao Wuji a resentful glare before passing out.

Kong shook his head at the sight. It seemed that without the Dragon Beard Needle, Tang San still could not fully provoke Zhao Wuji into using his Fifth or even Sixth Soul Skill.

"Ah, youth is wonderful. You can fall down and immediately go to sleep."

Zhao Wuji sighed before clasping his hands behind his back and addressing the group. "Although Tang San lost, his courage is commendable. All of you can stay!"

He was afraid that if he kept putting on airs, these children might really turn around and leave.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who had not passed out, exchanged a glance. A trace of delight flashed through their eyes as they hurriedly said, "Thank you, Teacher Zhao!"

"Mm!"

Zhao Wuji nodded inscrutably, then muttered, "What a pity. I thought I'd get to stretch my muscles, but I didn't expect Tang San to be so fragile!"

Everyone: "..."

Tang Hao: "..."

Kong: "You should say less."

Zhao Wuji glanced around before his gaze suddenly fell on Kong and Dugu Yan. The two of them should want to join Shrek Academy now, right?

That girl was a Titled Douluo's granddaughter, and her strength spoke for itself. She could absolutely be admitted to Shrek Academy as an exception, even if she was well over twelve years old.

As for this young man...

He still needed to be tested!

"Kid, come over and spar!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly said to Kong.

Kong froze slightly, looking left and right. In this direction, he seemed to be the only one who could be called a kid.

"Stop looking. I mean you!"

Zhao Wuji nodded and said.

Kong: "???"

Wait, why?

Wasn't he just here to watch the fun?

Why did Zhao Wuji want to spar with him?

After thinking for a moment, Kong gently patted Dugu Yan's hand and gave her a reassuring look. Only then did Dugu Yan release the arm she had linked with his.

After all these years of cultivation, it seemed he had never truly fought anyone besides the Raiden Shogun.

When sparring with the Raiden Shogun, he had only been on the receiving end of a beating, utterly unable to fight back.

Kong also wanted to know just how strong he had become. Zhao Wuji happened to be a rather suitable "opponent."

With that in mind, Kong walked toward Zhao Wuji.

He stopped only after the two were twenty meters apart.

"My name is Kong. Some people call me Yu Tiankong, but I prefer being called Kong."

Kong said calmly.

Zhao Wuji frowned. Yu? Why did he suddenly have such a bad feeling?

He was with a Titled Douluo's granddaughter and his surname was Yu. If he had nothing to do with that sect, Zhao Wuji would never believe it!

Wait, there was also a Tang lying over there. Tang, Yu, Ning...

Ning Rongrong was a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda proved it.

Tang San's martial soul was Blue Silver Grass—ptui, Blue Silver Grass...

Then what about this Yu Tiankong?

"Release your martial soul. I'm a Soul Saint, after all. I can give you some pointers."

Zhao Wuji folded his arms, his tone calm, as though an elder were guiding a junior.

"Then thank you, Vice Dean Zhao Wuji."

Kong nodded and thanked him.

"Martial soul, emerge!"

As Kong's voice fell, a muffled peal of thunder suddenly rang out beneath the clear skies.

A triple lightning Ba Pattern emerged on the back of Kong's right hand. Then Purple Thunder descended from the heavens, striking his right hand without the slightest deviation.

A long blade around two meters in length appeared in Kong's hand, its body gleaming with purple light.

Purple, purple, purple, purple, purple, purple.

Six entire purple "soul rings" rose beneath Kong's feet. Then, a huge purple ring suddenly appeared behind his head...

More than a dozen lightning Ba Patterns covered that purple ring, every one of them glowing brightly.

"Kong. Martial soul: Engulfing Lightning. Level 62 Assault System Battle Soul Emperor. Please advise."

Zhao Wuji: "..."

Everyone: "..."

That martial soul entrance "effect," those soul rings, and that enormous "soul ring" behind him.

No matter how they looked at it, something was off!

"Your soul rings..."

Zhao Wuji stared blankly at Kong.

The first and second soul rings were both purple, so why were the fifth and sixth soul rings also purple?

"Soul rings? Because of my martial soul, I can only absorb thousand-year soul rings."

This was an excuse Kong had thought up long ago. How could the age of those so-called "soul rings" possibly be as simple as a thousand years?

It was merely because of the lightning element that their colors were so uniform, all retaining their purple radiance.

Hearing this, Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief. Kong was talented enough to be called a genius, even an unparalleled monster.

This kid had succeeded because of his martial soul, and would also fail because of his martial soul!

"No wonder the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan so easily gave up a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. So their Young Sect Master had a problem!"

Tang Hao sighed in some relief.

If the Clear Sky Sect had such a monster, so what if he could only absorb thousand-year soul rings?

Once he grew into a Titled Douluo, he would still possess Titled Battle Power. Even the weakest Titled Douluo was still Titled...

"Kong, you are the greatest monster I, Zhao Wuji, have ever seen in my life!"

"The greatest. Without equal!"

"Unfortunately, you succeeded because of your martial soul, and you will fail because of your martial soul!"

"Only being able to absorb thousand-year soul rings has limited you."

"Let Old Zhao test you, an unparalleled monster unseen on Douluo Continent for ten thousand years!"

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were both completely dumbfounded, staring in a daze.

"Si... sixty-two?? That guy Kong..."