Teacher Zhao, Go Easy on Him!

Whoosh, crack!

Tang San darted to Zhao Wuji's flank and lashed his whip across his back.

"Huh?"

Zhao Wuji froze. Not only did it not hurt, it actually felt rather nice.

Have I awakened some strange kink?

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Whip after whip landed on Zhao Wuji, and he felt better and better. Was this really something he could enjoy for free?

"Put some muscle into it!" Zhao Wuji closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Tang San kept swinging his whip.

After all, the test was to last for one stick of incense. Keeping his opponent gently occupied wasn't a bad option.

"Ewww~ Two freaks!"

Watching Tang San willingly dish it out and Zhao Wuji willingly take it, with Zhao Wuji's expression growing increasingly blissful, Ning Rongrong's face filled with disgust.

Was everyone at Shrek Academy this disgusting?

After enjoying several dozen lashes, Zhao Wuji opened his eyes in satisfaction and told Tang San, "That felt nice, but beating you up will make me feel even better."

As he spoke, the third and fifth soul rings beneath his feet lit up.

He unleashed Gravity Enhancement and Gravity Compression simultaneously.

Suddenly, Tang San felt tremendous pressure surge toward him from every direction. His body felt as though it would be crushed, and his legs felt filled with lead as his knees slammed heavily toward the ground.

"Little loach, let's see where you can run now!"

With a savage grin, Zhao Wuji strode forward, raised his right hand, and swung it at Tang San.

Smack!

A crisp slap rang out, and the left side of Tang San's face visibly reddened and swelled.

And that was with Zhao Wuji holding back.

At full strength, he could have slapped his head clean off.

Smack, smack, smack...

Zhao Wuji alternated hands, striving to make both of Tang San's cheeks perfectly symmetrical.

"Hiss!"

The scene was so brutal that no one could bear to watch.

Zhu Zhuqing quietly withdrew from the fight, abandoning any thought of providing support.

In the distance, Su Mo was also startled by Zhao Wuji's methods. Had he not run fast enough earlier, he would have been the one beaten into a pig-faced mess.

Tang San, my good brother!

Take this one for me, and I'll try to screw you over a tiny bit less in the future.

On the field, Tang San's entire face had swollen, covered in bruises, but the purple light in his eyes only burned brighter.

Even a clay figure had a spark of temper, let alone Tang San, who had never been particularly good-natured.

The second soul ring beneath his feet flashed. Despite his slurred speech, he still chanted his soul incantation, "I've got a thorny whip..."

In an instant, a long blue whip covered in barbs appeared in Tang San's hand.

With a flick of his wrist, he lashed it at Zhao Wuji's waist.

Whoosh, crack!

"Hiss!"

Zhao Wuji had assumed Tang San's soul skills were all soft, pleasant attacks, so he hadn't made any special effort to guard against them. Instead, he took a vicious lash that left his waist burning with pain.

The kind of pain that pierced the soul and bored into the marrow.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Tang San unleashed several more lashes in succession, frightening Zhao Wuji into hastily activating his hundred-year first soul skill-Immovable Bright King Body.

Though it was only a hundred-year skill, it could reflect attacks within three meters of him.

"Aaaargh..."

The Blue Silver Thorn Whip rebounded onto Tang San, and the excruciating pain made him cry out involuntarily.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji grinned. "Heh, trying to trick me, little loach? Have a taste of your own whip."

A cold glint flashed through Tang San's purple eyes.

A line from the general principles of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record suddenly flashed through his mind-never try to play the pig to devour the tiger, or you might easily become a pig for real.

Only now did he understand what those words meant.

So he decided to stop holding back.

He also wanted to use the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji, standing before him to see just how powerful he had become.

Zhao Wuji, who was closest to Tang San, clearly sensed a change in his aura. Somehow, even as a Soul Saint, he felt a faint hint of danger.

What was going on?

Were youngsters these days all this terrifying?

That little brat earlier had used some unknown method to simulate a Titled Douluo's aura, frightening even him. Now the aura spilling from this little loach was giving him another sense of impending danger.

Seeing that Tang San intended to show off with hidden weapons, Su Mo quietly activated Emotion Control.

He slightly magnified Zhao Wuji's wariness of Tang San.

At the same time, he detonated the anger Zhao Wuji had been suppressing, making it all erupt at once.

Wariness filled Zhao Wuji's eyes, while anger filled his chest. He, the mighty Immovable Wisdom King, had repeatedly been thwarted by two twelve-year-old brats. If he couldn't win back a round and spectacularly slaughter a chicken to warn the monkeys, wouldn't he become the laughingstock of the academy's teachers and students?

At that thought, Zhao Wuji's fourth soul ring flashed, then detached from his body and flew straight toward Tang San, settling around him.

His thousand-year fourth soul skill-Position Tracking.

Once he locked onto a target, Zhao Wuji could instantly close the distance anywhere within a hundred meters.

Tang San didn't understand what was happening, but instinctively sensed trouble.

Gritting his teeth against the crushing gravity, he forced himself to his feet and used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, trying to put some distance between them.

But Zhao Wuji laughed wildly. "It's useless, little loach. Time to end this."

As his words fell, the second soul ring beneath his feet also shone, and he leaped off the ground toward Tang San.

His hundred-year second soul skill-Great Strength Vajra Palm.

Tang San hurriedly shifted his position, only to discover that no matter where he moved, the airborne Zhao Wuji kept descending toward him.

Zhao Wuji thrust his right palm at Tang San's chest.

Boom!

Pfft!

Zhao Wuji's palm struck Tang San squarely, sending him flying with a muffled groan. While still in midair, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao almost rushed out at the sight.

"Teacher Zhao, go easy on him!"

Just then, Dai Mubai spoke up to stop him.

Hearing his own student's voice, Zhao Wuji quickly calmed down. Looking at the unconscious Tang San, his expression grew somewhat guilty.

Why had I lost my head just now?

He was only a child, after all.

"Mubai, hurry and get Little Ao," Zhao Wuji said, sending Dai Mubai to fetch him. Then he turned his gaze toward Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, considering whether to give these two girls who had been coasting through the fight an additional test.

Suddenly, he noticed Ning Rongrong blowing on something.

Looking closely, he realized it was the incense.

He glanced back at the spot where he had planted it earlier. The incense was gone. When he looked again at the stick in Ning Rongrong's hand, it had just burned out.

"Teacher Zhao, does this mean we've passed?"

Ning Rongrong held up the burned-out incense, a shrewd spark showing on her adorable face.

She knew full well how terrifying the Immovable Wisdom King was and worried that they would be next once Tang San fell. So she had Zhu Zhuqing circle around to retrieve the incense, then blew on it to make it burn faster. Fortunately, everything had worked out.

"Hmph. You pass." After some thought, Zhao Wuji decided not to bother them any further.

Ning Rongrong had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind her. If he accidentally offended her, he would have more trouble than he could swallow.

"Little San, are you all right?"

Seeing that the test was over, Xiao Wu brought Su Mo back to the scene. Su Mo hurriedly helped Tang San up, putting on a show of deep brotherly affection.

Inside, however, he was blooming with joy.

Tsk, what a miserable sight...

Honestly, Teacher Zhao really didn't know how to pull his punches.