Zhao Wuji Was as Helpless as a Groudon

The teacher in charge of the second trial said flatly, "If your soul power is also above rank twenty-seven, you can go straight to the fourth trial too. No need to waste time here with me."

The applicant remained skeptical. "How could a twelve-year-old possibly reach rank twenty-seven?"

Dai Mubai snorted. "Just because you can't doesn't mean others can't. I was twenty-seven years old when I got into the academy myself."

Su Mo found nothing strange about this.

Dai Mubai had absorbed a thousand-year second soul ring, so his soul power level was bound to be higher than in the original story.

"Tang San, show them your soul power." As Dai Mubai spoke, he picked up a white crystal from the table and handed it to Tang San.

Testing crystals came in different colors according to the ranks they measured.

A white crystal could only measure soul power below rank thirty. Anything above that would burst the crystal.

"All right."

Tang San took the white crystal and poured his soul power into it.

In an instant, the crystal blazed with light that filled nearly every corner, sparkling like a diamond-a clear sign that he was on the verge of reaching rank thirty.

The other applicants stood frozen like wooden chickens. Someone really could exceed rank twenty-seven.

And he was almost at rank thirty, too.

Was this really a level a human could achieve?

Su Mo took the crystal from Tang San and poured his soul power into it. Light burst forth, and his result was also rank twenty-nine.

Xiao Wu went next. She was rank twenty-nine as well.

At this sight, the other applicants were utterly dumbfounded.

Did these people come in bulk?

Delight appeared on the teacher's face. "Excellent. Three more Little Monsters for the academy."

"Teacher, our ranks meet the requirement too."

A clear voice rang out. It was Ning Rongrong who spoke, her bearing gentle and graceful, like a well-bred young lady.

As she spoke, she smiled at Xiao Wu in greeting and took the crystal.

A moment later, brilliant white light appeared once more.

Another rank twenty-nine.

After all, she had absorbed two Thousand-Year Soul Rings. It was perfectly reasonable for her rank to be higher than in the original story.

After finishing her test, Ning Rongrong handed the crystal to Zhu Zhuqing beside her. Everyone's gaze shifted to this ice-cold beauty.

Could she be...?

Their suspicions were right. The result was rank twenty-nine yet again, and again, and again.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The applicants who had questioned them earlier felt as though five thunderbolts had struck their heads.

Before this group of true geniuses, they felt like utter trash.

Su Mo, meanwhile, was surprised that everyone's ranks were so similar. Tang San's remained unchanged because Su Mo had absorbed it from him, while Xiao Wu simply spent too much time playing around. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were higher-ranked than in the original story, clearly thanks to the whale rubber body-tempering theory.

Seeing five promising youngsters appear at once, the teacher's aged face creased into a chrysanthemum of smiles. "There are monsters every year, but this year has an especially large crop. Mubai, take them to the fourth trial."

"All right."

Dai Mubai answered and led Su Mo's group of five toward the fourth trial's grounds.

This time, none of the applicants objected.

Their strength had already proven everything.

On the way to the fourth trial, Tang San asked Dai Mubai, "How many trials are there altogether?"

"Four in total. The fourth is a practical combat test."

As he spoke, Dai Mubai explained to the five of them why the academy had arranged these four trials. Before long, they reached another clearing.

"We're here." Dai Mubai stopped.

This place was much smaller than the second trial's grounds, only around two hundred square meters. A middle-aged man who looked about fifty lay dozing in a chair.

"Teacher Zhao, I've brought people for the test."

"Hm?" The middle-aged man opened his bleary eyes and looked in surprise at the five unfamiliar faces.

"Five people actually made it to the fourth trial this year?"

Dai Mubai said, "That's right. And all five are rank twenty-nine, so they were exempted from the second and third trials."

At those words, the middle-aged man immediately rose from his chair. He had ordinary features and was shorter than Tang San, but his shoulders were exceptionally broad.

At a glance, he looked just like a bear.

"Excellent, excellent. Now that's what I call Little Monsters. The fourth trial tests practical combat. Since you skipped the second and third trials, I'll personally play with you a little."

After his nap, the middle-aged man was itching for some action, and he spoke with eager anticipation.

"My name is Zhao Wuji. I'll give you one incense stick's worth of time to get acquainted and discuss tactics. Once it burns out, the test begins. If the five of you can work together and last against me for one incense stick's worth of time, you pass. Even if only one of you remains, that still counts."

"Teacher Zhao, isn't that a little..." Dai Mubai looked hesitant.

"What's the big deal? The dean isn't here, so I call the shots. You can tell them about my strength too, so they can prepare."

Zhao Wuji waved dismissively, lit an incense stick, and flicked it into the ground.

With that done, he prepared to lie back down in his reclining chair.

Just then, however, Su Mo suddenly spoke. "If those are all the rules, then this fourth trial isn't difficult at all."

His words plunged the entire clearing into dead silence.

Tang San stared at his sworn elder brother in disbelief. Xiao Wu covered her mouth, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing thought this person must be mad, and Dai Mubai curled his lip, convinced Su Mo was boasting.

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji stopped.

He turned to look back at Su Mo, narrowing his eyes.

"You little rabbit brat, are you trying to provoke me?"

At the words "little rabbit brat," Xiao Wu looked distinctly displeased and muttered under her breath, "Why not say little bear brat instead?"

Zhao Wuji: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Dai Mubai's jaw dropped in shock. He had thought Su Mo was already unrivaled under heaven, only to discover someone even fiercer.

Whose general was this?

She actually dared to tug the tiger's whiskers at a time like this.

Zhao Wuji glared at Xiao Wu. "What did you just say?"

Su Mo stepped in front of Xiao Wu and gave a light cough.

"Teacher Zhao, please don't misunderstand. I'm not trying to provoke you. I'm only telling the truth. If all we need to do is last for one incense stick's worth of time, that's genuinely very easy for me."

"So you're quite the brave one, eh? You think you can easily last for a whole incense stick?"

A hint of amusement crept into Zhao Wuji's smile.

As a good brother, Tang San wanted to urge Su Mo not to anger him.

But Su Mo simply said, "That's right."

As he spoke, he slowly began to float under their shocked, puzzled, curious, and searching gazes.

He flew higher and higher.

Until everyone had to crane their heads to look up at him.

What Su Mo had used was none other than the Soul Bone Skill of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone-

Flying over the Grass.

However, he used mental Simulation to conceal the visual effects around his right leg. After all, a certain black-robed, sneaky bastard was still watching from the shadows, so naturally he had to avoid giving him any unnecessary ideas.

As Su Mo flew higher and higher, Zhao Wuji's expression grew darker and darker.

Inside, he felt as helpless as a Groudon.

Fuck!

How is it reasonable for a Soul Grandmaster like you to fly?

Tang San was quite surprised to see Su Mo take flight. When had his elder brother gained this ability?

Xiao Wu had seen Su Mo fly before. At first, she had wondered how her brother planned to last for an incense stick. So he was going to rely on flying.

Once their shock passed, the others also realized that Su Mo must possess a flight-type Soul Bone Skill.

Everyone present was green with envy.

They wanted to fly too!