Battle Against Zhao Wuji

"To enter the academy, pay ten Gold Soul Coins for registration first."

Tang San and Xiao Wu arrived first. Both were already level thirty, which differed somewhat from the original story.

It seemed Yuan Luo had put pressure on him.

What Yuan Luo did not know was that Tang San had reached level thirty a month ago. However, Grandmaster had told him to wait until he reached Shrek Academy before hunting for a Soul Ring, so he had continued cultivating in the meantime.

What surprised Yuan Luo was that Ning Rongrong was actually level twenty-eight, two levels stronger than in the original story.

This left Yuan Luo completely baffled. Had he somehow come to a fake Douluo Continent?

Still, he did not dwell on it, because it was almost his turn.

"Hold out your hand."

After handing over ten Gold Soul Coins, Yuan Luo extended his hand.

The Soul Emperor pressed it a few times, then nodded.

"Your age is suitable. Release your Spirit and Soul Rings."

Yuan Luo nodded. Looks like I can show off again today.

His Air Spirit appeared—though it looked exactly the same whether it appeared or not.

Three Soul Rings, yellow, purple, purple, appeared around Yuan Luo. The final Soul Ring even carried faint black patterns.

"What?!"

Everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief.

Even Tang San and Xiao Wu had never seen Yuan Luo's second Soul Ring before.

The Soul Emperor conducting the test was dumbfounded. Thinking of his own white Soul Ring, he nearly had nowhere to hide his old face.

"Gulp!"

The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Can I pass?"

Yuan Luo asked cautiously. Could it be that his Soul Rings had made the man want to kill him?

After all, he was just too outstanding. Everyone was jealous.

"Pass! Pass! Pass!"

The old man said it three times in a row. Important things had to be said three times.

Then he watched Yuan Luo walk away.

Because of Yuan Luo's strength, many people had seen his Soul Rings as well.

This time, no one questioned their strength, so there was no fuss about testing Soul Power.

After that, Dai Mubai brought over a girl with a devilish figure. This had to be Zhu Zhuqing.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, with an incredible figure, though her expression was somewhat icy.

"Teacher Zhao, these are this year's recruits."

Dai Mubai led them to a sturdy, short middle-aged man.

Sure enough, the essence was concentrated.

Zhao Wuji was rather short, only around 1.7 meters tall, but his muscles were exceptionally solid. At a glance, he was clearly a strength-type Soul Master.

"What?"

Dai Mubai let out a harsh cry. Then, dejectedly, he told Tang San and the others that Zhao Wuji would personally test them this time.

Yuan Luo had been prepared for this. He was considering how much of his strength he should use.

If he used too much, he would expose too much.

If he used too little, he would not be able to show off.

Forget it. Adapting to the situation was the proper way.

After introducing themselves, everyone gained a basic understanding of one another.

"Luo-ge, are you taking control, or am I?"

Tang San's gaze was solemn. This time, they were facing a Soul Saint—and no ordinary Soul Saint at that. They had to go all out.

"You take control. I'll slack off."

Tang San nodded seriously, though he had no idea what "slack off" meant.

As a stick of incense was lit, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing darted out at once.

Tang San arranged the battlefield from the rear.

Blue Silver Grass had taken root beneath every part of the ground, ready to move at any moment.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, first: Strength. Second: Speed."

A seven-tiered pagoda appeared in Ning Rongrong's hand. Seven-colored light shimmered around her as two halos descended upon Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

Their speed and strength immediately surged. In the blink of an eye, they had reached Zhao Wuji's side.

Zhao Wuji did not seem worried at all. Instead, his eyes gleamed with battle lust.

He crouched down, then slammed both fists into the ground.

At once, a crack split open across the ground. Rings of violent stone Thrusts erupted from within it.

His target was actually Ning Rongrong.

Tang San was shocked, recalling Grandmaster's teachings.

He swiftly controlled his Soul Power, sending Blue Silver Grass toward Ning Rongrong.

Before it could reach her, Ning Rongrong's body flew toward Yuan Luo.

Looking closely, a pale golden thread was wrapped around her.

One hand caught Ning Rongrong around the waist and set her down on the ground.

So thin!

That was Yuan Luo's first thought. Her dress had concealed that Slender Waist.

Yuan Luo nodded to Tang San. After working together for so many years, Tang San immediately understood what Yuan Luo meant.

Tang San could focus on controlling the entire battlefield. Yuan Luo would handle the rest.

The three Soul Rings appeared around him once more, nearly blinding Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's bear-like eyes widened, and his mouth hung open.

"Not bad! You really are little monsters. Flender will definitely pay me this time."

Boom!

While Zhao Wuji was distracted, Xiao Wu's legs finally wrapped around him.

With Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass assisting from below, Ning Rongrong's powerful support, and Zhu Zhuqing attacking from the side—

Zhao Wuji's body began to rise into the air. Then his head slammed into the ground while his two legs spun wildly in the air.

He looked exactly like a child who had fallen into a cesspit.

"Strike while the iron's hot!"

Yuan Luo quickly reminded them. This was the best chance to attack Zhao Wuji.

Once Zhao Wuji released his Spirit, their opportunities would become scarce.

"Nether Claw!"

Zhu Zhuqing's ten nails rapidly lengthened. Empowered by Ning Rongrong's support, she raked Zhao Wuji with her Soul Skill.

Zhao Wuji's clothes immediately tore apart, and several red marks appeared on his skin.

That was already extremely impressive. After all, he was a Soul Saint, and his own defenses were formidable.

After one attack, the group quickly retreated. Only Tang San remained, continuously binding Zhao Wuji with Blue Silver Grass.

"You little brats! Just watch how I deal with you!"

Zhao Wuji ignored Tang San's Blue Silver Grass. With a casual pull of both hands, he snapped it apart.

He pulled his head from the ground himself, with two clumps of brown dirt still stuck to his nose.

"You're the little brat!"

Xiao Wu immediately became unhappy. Why did he have to say "little rabbit"? Rabbits were so adorable—how could rabbits possibly be bad?!

"First Soul Skill, Sharp Gold Soul Blade!"

A blade appeared in Yuan Luo's hand as he launched his attack. He wanted to see just how capable this Soul Saint was.

His feet moved so quickly they became afterimages. Blade light flashed endlessly from his hand—one slash, two slashes, three slashes, four slashes.

Countless blade lights struck Zhao Wuji directly.

"Hiss!"

Yuan Luo's attacks were not like Zhu Zhuqing scratching an itch. They were genuinely powerful, especially in their sharpness.

Even after releasing his Spirit, Zhao Wuji's skin was now covered in cuts.

"You little brat!"

Zhao Wuji did not use any Soul Skills. He simply kept swinging his hands at Yuan Luo.

Since he was not a speed-type Soul Master, Zhao Wuji could not keep up with Yuan Luo. With Ning Rongrong's support on top of that, Yuan Luo's speed had risen by another level.

"Hell Stab!"

"Waist Bow!"

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing refused to be outdone, launching fierce ordinary attacks from the sides.

Meanwhile, Tang San continuously controlled the Blue Silver Grass to restrict Zhao Wuji's movements, making things easier for Yuan Luo.

"Sky Full of Needle Rain!"

Yuan Luo stomped with his left foot, then planted his right foot directly against Zhao Wuji's chest.

After spinning through the air, countless Golden Needles shot toward Zhao Wuji.

The hairs on Zhao Wuji's body stood on end, as if he sensed danger.

His first yellow Soul Ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Immovable Bright King Body!"

A layer of yellow light covered Zhao Wuji's body. Immediately afterward, pieces resembling armor fixed themselves onto him.

The Golden Needles pierced through the armor, but only penetrated it. Only the occasional needle embedded itself in Zhao Wuji's body.

But they caused him no real harm.

The more I wrote, the more muddled I got. I've pushed myself to the limit...