Giving Teacher Zhao a Little Shock

A moment later, Su Mo descended and looked at Zhao Wuji, whose expression had turned ugly.

"Teacher Zhao, look, this trial poses no difficulty for me at all. I only need to fly high into the sky and hold out for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, and I'll pass without a hitch. Why not just let us through?"

Zhao Wuji: "..."

In theory, he really should have let them pass.

But this trial tested actual combat. What would it mean if he passed them without a single blow being exchanged?

Besides, his hands were really itching.

He badly wanted to beat something up to get it out of his system.

In the end, he shook his head and said, "Although I'd like to let you pass, unfortunately, flying is forbidden in the fourth trial. This isn't a rule I just added. I simply didn't explain it clearly before. After all, who could have known that you Soul Grandmasters would have a Soul Bone, let alone one with a flying Soul Bone Skill?"

Everyone: "..."

Seeing Zhao Wuji add a rule on the spot and then try to erect a monument to his own virtue, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong looked at him with contempt. The others also felt that Zhao Wuji was being far too shameless.

Su Mo, however, didn't mind. He shrugged and told the others, "All right, then. Let's discuss our tactics again."

He had known all along that it couldn't be that easy.

But he hadn't minded giving it a try. What if they really did pass?

Su Mo asked Dai Mubai about Zhao Wuji's strength.

Although he already knew, it wasn't convenient for him to reveal that, and the others needed a basic understanding of Zhao Wuji's strength as well.

Dai Mubai organized his thoughts before saying, "Teacher Zhao's martial soul is the Great Strength Vajra Bear. He's a level seventy-six Battle Soul Saint, with two yellow, two purple, and three black soul rings. His defense is terrifying, and his strength is impressive too. His weakness is speed, but because his level is so high, he's still faster than you."

At these words, Tang San and the others' pupils contracted sharply, and their expressions grew grave.

A level seventy-six Soul Saint?

His defense, strength, and speed all surpassed theirs. He had practically no weaknesses.

Against a setup like that, what were they supposed to fight him with-their heads?

Dai Mubai continued, "Teacher Zhao is the academy's vice dean. His overall strength is second only to the dean's, and he's known as the Immovable Wisdom King. Never mind you-even with me added to your group, we might not last an incense stick's worth of time."

He looked at Su Mo and sighed. "You shouldn't have revealed your flying Soul Bone Skill so early. At a critical moment, it might have turned the battle around."

"No problem. I've still got something up my sleeve," Su Mo said, keeping them guessing.

Belatedly realizing something, Ning Rongrong suddenly cried out, "Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Wisdom King? I remember that he offended Spirit Hall ten years ago and then vanished without a trace. I never imagined he'd be hiding in Shrek Academy as a teacher."

Zhao Wuji: "..."

Did this little girl know how to speak properly?

Back then, he had fought his way out of an encirclement of sixteen Soul Emperors.

And he had been a Soul Emperor himself at the time.

Dai Mubai steered the conversation back to the assessment. "First, introduce yourselves and your abilities. Let's see how we can coordinate our tactics to withstand Teacher Zhao's attacks and last an incense stick's worth of time."

The five exchanged glances and introduced themselves one after another.

"My name is Tang San. My tool martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. I'm a level twenty-nine Control System Battle Soul Master."

Tang San spoke first, hoping to secure command.

"Xiao Wu. Beast martial soul: Rabbit. Level twenty-nine Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master." The current Xiao Wu belonged to the Agility Attack System rather than the Power Attack System.

"Su Mo. Tool martial soul: Gloves. Level twenty-nine Support System Tool Soul Master."

That was right. Su Mo had assigned himself a support role. His abilities were fairly well-rounded, but he personally didn't particularly enjoy fighting. Quietly lying low in the back and providing support suited him just fine.

Tang San and Xiao Wu rolled their eyes in unison.

What kind of support are you supposed to be?

Ning Rongrong hesitated before saying, "Ning Rongrong. Tool martial soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Level twenty-nine Support System Tool Soul Master."

"Zhu Zhuqing. Beast martial soul: Hell Spirit Cat. Level twenty-nine Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

Zhu Zhuqing spoke coldly.

Upon hearing Zhu Zhuqing introduce herself, Dai Mubai looked stunned.

Wasn't she his fiancée?

He hadn't noticed at all before.

Where was the resonance between their Martial Soul Fusion Skill?

His thoughts were a tangled mess, and he didn't know how to face his fiancée. He wanted to say something, but they were in the middle of an assessment, and it wasn't appropriate to interrupt. In the end, he could only watch helplessly from the side.

Tang San, however, was more interested in Ning Rongrong. "Your martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, so... you're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"Yes, but shouldn't we be focusing on the assessment in front of us?"

Ning Rongrong didn't deny it and went on to explain her abilities. "Both of my current soul rings are thousand-year rings, and I can keep my support going for a very long time. I can boost speed and strength by around thirty percent."

With the continent's strongest support martial soul on their side, everyone felt a little more at ease.

Then Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both glanced at Su Mo, whether deliberately or otherwise, hoping he would introduce his support abilities too.

"Why are you looking at me? Have I got flowers growing on my face?"

Su Mo looked utterly bewildered. Tang San could tell that his big brother didn't want to reveal his abilities yet, so he said, "Let me explain our tactics. Ning Rongrong will support us. I'll hold Teacher Zhao in check from the front, while Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing take the flanks."

Since Su Mo hadn't said anything, Xiao Wu naturally had no objection to the arrangement.

Zhu Zhuqing studied Tang San for a long time before nodding.

For some reason, she always found Tang San irritating. Perhaps it was because Dai Mubai was close to him.

In truth, this was the side effect of sacrificing the plum tree to save the peach tree taking effect.

Su Mo had transferred Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion ability to Tang San. As the one who had suffered the loss, Zhu Zhuqing naturally felt resentment toward the beneficiary.

Likewise, Tang San had also felt resentment toward Xiao Wu, Grandmaster, and Oscar.

Resentment was an emotion. Normally, even if someone rubbed a person the wrong way, they wouldn't necessarily show it. Moreover, resentment could change over time, either fading or growing.

But the greater the loss, the greater the resentment.

A minor loss had little effect, while a major one could give rise to a desire for revenge. In more severe cases, it could even become a feud that would only end in death.

"I have no objection to that arrangement, but what will Su Mo do?"

Ning Rongrong pointed out that Tang San hadn't assigned Su Mo a role.

"Don't rush. Once we start, I'll give Teacher Zhao a little shock." A gleam of mischief flashed through Su Mo's eyes.

When Ning Rongrong saw that look, she knew Su Mo was about to stir up trouble.

She immediately stopped asking questions.

Tang San and Xiao Wu knew Su Mo quite well and guessed that he was planning something big.

Dai Mubai was curious about what sort of stunt Su Mo would pull, but he didn't hold out much hope. After all, Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint.

An inquisitive look shone in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

"Have you finished discussing?"

Zhao Wuji's voice rang out. Everyone turned to look and saw that the incense stick in the ground had burned down to its end.

"Teacher Zhao, we're ready to begin."

Dai Mubai nodded to Zhao Wuji and quickly stepped aside to watch.

Zhao Wuji slowly stood up and cracked his knuckles, then lit another incense stick. Before he could plant it in the ground, Ning Rongrong had already made the first move, chanting, "Seven treasures emerge..."

But Su Mo was even faster-