Battle Against Zhao Wuji

Zhao Wuji did not notice Ma Hongjun's sorrowful indignation.

His attention was entirely focused on the youth before him.

Of course, Zhao Wuji had no intention of bullying the weak.

After all, if a Soul Saint fought a Soul Grandmaster One-on-One, winning would be disgraceful, while losing would be...

How could he possibly lose!

Zhao Wuji shook his head, dismissing that absurd thought from his mind.

Leaving everything else aside, with a normal Soul Grandmaster's attack power, even if he activated his Martial Soul Avatar and stood still for the other party to pound on him, they would not be able to move him!

The gap was simply too great.

He did not even know how much he ought to hold back.

"Then wait a little longer!"

"Come find me again once everyone has arrived."

Zhao Wuji turned his back and waved his hand, signaling Ma Hongjun to remember to remind him when the time came.

"What if this junior wishes to seek some guidance from you, Senior?"

A young voice rang out.

Zhao Wuji's steps halted.

Ma Hongjun looked at Lu Yuan, who had just spoken such wild words, and a trace of admiration flashed through his eyes.

No matter how this big brother ended up, at the very least, Ma Hongjun admired his courage in courting death.

"Kid."

With his back still turned, Zhao Wuji unleashed an overwhelming pressure that bore down on Lu Yuan like the sky collapsing. "You're not qualified!"

Standing beside Lu Yuan, Ma Hongjun felt as though a small mountain had suddenly been placed upon him, crushing the breath from his lungs.

So this was the pressure of a Soul Saint?

Ma Hongjun could not help but complain inwardly.

Looking at it now, Boss Zhao really had held back when he beat them up back then.

Otherwise, under this pressure, they would not even have had the strength to move or fight back.

In just a moment, countless tiny beads of sweat had covered Ma Hongjun's forehead.

Zhao Wuji lifted his foot again.

A heaven-shaking killing intent erupted from behind him, directly shattering the pressure he had unleashed!

Like a hot knife through butter—clean and decisive.

Fortunately, that hot knife had merely sliced through the middle and had not targeted him. Otherwise, caught off guard, he might truly have suffered a small loss!

Zhao Wuji's expression changed slightly.

He knew the strength of the pressure he had released. To break through it with killing intent alone—

Either the other party's killing intent was of extremely high quality.

Or its sheer scale was immense.

And this killing intent was undoubtedly the latter.

Because Zhao Wuji had not sensed any bone-piercing chill within it.

Improving the quality of one's killing intent was difficult.

But increasing its scale only required taking more lives.

Of course, being too eager to expand the scale of one's killing intent could easily lead to Qi Deviation, so this rapid method of cultivating killing intent was generally not recommended.

Yet this was enough to show that the little fellow behind him truly had some skill!

"Now then, Senior, do you think I'm qualified?"

Zhao Wuji turned around. As he looked at the composed youth in the distance, a trace of appreciation flashed through his eyes.

"Barely qualified."

"Still, kid, have you thought this through? You really want to exchange a few moves with me?"

Lu Yuan nodded, then shook his head.

"Of course I wish to seek guidance, but not merely exchange a few moves. I wish to have a proper match."

"By your terms, Senior, lasting for one incense stick's time counts as passing."

"But—"

"What if I not only last through that one incense stick, but also manage to injure you, Senior? What then?"

Zhao Wuji burst into laughter.

It seemed the little fellow before him was very confident!

However, thinking he could defeat the wielder of the Vajra Bear martial soul, renowned for both attack and defense, was far too wishful.

As it happened, his hands had been itching for a fight as well.

No time like the present.

At most, he would hold back a little when the time came.

That way, it would not affect this prideful little fellow's subsequent joint assessment with the others who passed the third trial.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Wuji asked in return, "If you can last one incense stick and manage to injure me, then I'll grant you one request within my abilities. How about it?"

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Within his abilities.

Borrowing Zhao Wuji's identity as the Chief Examiner should count as being within his abilities too, right?

"Deal."

"Deal."

Beside them, Ma Hongjun was so anxious that he felt his evil fire was about to burst out. He hurriedly grabbed Lu Yuan. "Big Brother! Do you know how terrifying a Soul Saint fighting at full strength is? Boss Zhao was once the infamous Immovable Bright King!"

The unspoken meaning was: Stop courting death. There was no shame in lowering your head before a Soul Saint.

"So you still want to help me prepare some kind of strategy?"

Lu Yuan's words nearly choked Ma Hongjun unconscious.

Prepare a strategy?

That might work against someone of the same level.

Though this was not a team battle, no one ever complained about having too many strategies. What if one came in handy during a One-on-One?

But this was a difference in levels.

Especially a gap of more than forty Soul Power Levels.

No strategy would matter!

Against any so-called strategy, Boss Zhao only needed to crush it head-on!

Ma Hongjun had a stomach full of complaints that he desperately needed to vent.

So he successfully vented them. "Fuck!"

Unfortunately, his shock was not because of any of the reasons above.

It was because—

"Lu Yuan, Level 46 All-Round Soul Master. Martial Soul: Space."

As the young man's clear voice rang out, four black soul rings slowly rose around him.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened abruptly.

"Kid! How did you—"

But the moment the words left his mouth, Zhao Wuji realized his mistake and hurriedly cut himself off.

In the Soul Master World, privately probing into or questioning a Soul Master's cultivation was a major taboo!

At best, it would create enmity; at worst, it would invite pursuit; in the gravest cases, it would end in a fight to the death!

On the other hand, exchanging insights or experiences about cultivation would not create hostility.

Simply put, address the matter, not the person.

But Zhao Wuji's mind was truly in a mess right now.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor.

An All-Round Soul Master.

A Space martial soul.

And four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

His martial soul should be a pure elemental martial soul, yet he had still managed to absorb soul rings beyond his level.

Everyone knew that under the same circumstances, the soul skills granted by Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings far surpassed those granted by Thousand Year Soul Rings.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring even came with two soul skills.

In other words, he could no longer treat this Little Monster before him as a mere Soul Ancestor.

Because this Little Monster possessed, at the very least, the Combat Power of a Soul King!

If he held back as much as he had originally planned, Zhao Wuji seriously doubted whether he might capsize in a ditch today.

Of course, while a Soul Master with Soul King-level Combat Power could cause him some trouble, it would be nothing more than trouble.

But to injure him...

It seemed that it was not entirely impossible?

Zhao Wuji briefly assessed the gap in strength between the two sides and suddenly wondered if he had agreed to the terms a little too hastily.

Still, if such a genius joined Shrek Academy, he would dare to say to the Pope of Spirit Hall in person, "Your Spirit Hall's Golden Generation is worth shit!"

Of course, that was merely Zhao Wuji's fantasy.

If he were really made to do it, he would not dare.

Forget that he still had a Spirit Hall wanted notice on his head—even without one, there was only one outcome for provoking the Pope: death!

Who knew how many Titled Douluo Spirit Hall still had hidden away?

Back then, it was not that they could not hunt him down.

It was simply unnecessary!

Sending a Titled Douluo to hunt down someone who had only been a Soul Emperor at the time was like using a butcher's knife to kill a mouse.

The loss outweighed the gain.

Zhao Wuji stared at Lu Yuan as though he were looking at a priceless treasure.

"Kid, I'll be going all out in this battle!"

"If you can't withstand my attacks, make sure to say so in time!"

Lu Yuan cupped his hands. "Please!"

"Zhao Wuji, level seventy-six assault-type Soul Master. Martial Soul: Vajra Bear!"

Zhao Wuji pulled out an incense stick from who knew where, lit it with a rub of his fingers, then casually tossed it into the open ground nearby.

Boom!

The dirt beneath Lu Yuan's feet exploded.

A visible black shadow shot straight toward Zhao Wuji like an arrow.

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, stomped down hard, and charged forward as well!

The two black shadows clashed once, then immediately sprang apart.

Then they charged at each other again, only to separate once more.

In just ten short seconds, they launched seven consecutive charges against each other!

Ma Hongjun stood far off to the side, his face full of helplessness.

Help! A Soul Saint and a Soul Ancestor are brawling hand-to-hand—what is a Soul Grandmaster like me supposed to do?

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