Zhao Wuji's Palm Landed Right on Tang San's Crotch

Dai Mubai swallowed and hurriedly shook his head. "No, no, I don't know him at all!"

He cursed Oscar to no end in his heart.

"Ah!"

"Boss Dai!"

Oscar was dumbfounded. "You can't just abandon me!"

"She's just a girl. Go on, I believe you can win her over!"

"Shut up!"

Dai Mubai roared at Oscar.

"I just got beaten up."

"What!"

Oscar stared blankly at Ye Lin, then gave her an awkward smile. "Sis..."

"All right," Zhao Wuji said, waving a hand.

"Take out two of your sausages. Dai Mubai and the new student, Ye Lin, just used quite a bit of Soul Power."

"Sure." Oscar quickly agreed. Two Spirit Rings slowly appeared beneath his feet. His First Soul Ring flashed twice in succession, and two ordinary-looking sausages appeared in his right hand.

He gave one to Dai Mubai, then hesitated when he looked at Ye Lin.

She won't strike me down, will she...

He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and approached her with his head lowered.

"Miss, here's a sausage for you. It can restore your Soul Power."

Ye Lin silently accepted it and spoke in the calmest voice possible, though her words were fierce.

"If there's a next time, I won't hesitate to strike you down."

"No, there won't be." Oscar shook his head frantically, like a rattle drum.

Zhao Wuji smiled at Xiao Wu and the others.

"She's passed."

"Now it's your turn."

"Since Dai Mubai is injured, I'll play with you instead."

"I'll give you the time it takes an incense stick to burn to get to know one another."

"Once it's burned down, the test begins."

"If you can withstand my attacks for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, you'll pass."

He reached out with his right hand and grabbed another incense stick. With a gentle pinch, he lit it again, then flicked his wrist and planted it in the ground like a javelin.

"Dai Mubai, tell them how strong I am so they can prepare."

With that, Zhao Wuji returned to his chair and basked in the sun.

"Come over here,"

Dai Mubai quickly gathered the others.

"If we were up against me, it'd be manageable. But if it's Teacher Zhao, you're in trouble."

Tang San replied calmly, "Trouble? What could possibly be so troublesome?"

"Once I use my Blue Silver Grass, I can bind him for the whole time it takes an incense stick to burn."

"Easy."

Dai Mubai gave Tang San a strange look.

"Are you going to use your Blue Silver Grass again to make Teacher Zhao slide to his knees?"

"???"

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong both looked surprised.

Ning Rongrong asked curiously, "What do you mean, slide to his knees?"

Tang San was so embarrassed that his toes curled against the soles of his shoes.

"That was an accident. It really was an accident."

"Just watch how powerful my Blue Silver Entanglement is!"

"Sure, it was an accident. I believe you,"

Dai Mubai said flatly, then began explaining Zhao Wuji's abilities.

When he finished, he gave a wry smile. "Forget the four of you—even if Ye Lin and I joined you, we might not be able to hold out against him for the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

"You'd better fend for yourselves."

The incense stick burned down quickly. Zhao Wuji's booming voice rang out. "Are you ready?"

"The fight begins!"

Zhao Wuji planted another burning incense stick in the ground.

Ye Lin and Dai Mubai quickly retreated, putting some distance between themselves and the battlefield.

Oscar's voice reached Ye Lin's ears. "Hey, miss..."

"Get lost!"

"Right away."

As soon as the fight began, the light of Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda swiftly enveloped Xiao Wu, Tang San, and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Piece of cake. Watch my Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Tang San's First Soul Ring flashed, and two blue-green vines swiftly wound toward Zhao Wuji.

The Blue Silver Vines instantly bound Zhao Wuji tightly. The thorns on them dug into his body.

"These vines have a bit of toughness,"

"but not much."

Zhao Wuji suddenly grinned. He jerked both arms, and the Blue Silver Vines wrapped around him snapped apart with a series of pops.

"What!"

"How is that possible!"

"My Blue Silver Grass was snapped so easily!"

Tang San's eyes widened.

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Wasn't he a Soul Saint? Did you really think he couldn't break free?"

Zhao Wuji grabbed the Blue Silver Vines with his right hand and yanked hard. Tang San was pulled straight toward him.

He raised his right palm and swung it at Tang San.

[Zhao Wuji's right palm struck Tang San's chest...]

"Change one word!"

[Zhao Wuji's strength far exceeds yours. You lack sufficient permissions. You can exchange points for a minor restriction reduction to increase the number of modifications.]

"Spend points? No way. If I can't change Zhao Wuji, surely I can change Tang San?"

[Tang San's chest moved toward Zhao Wuji's right palm...]

Ye Lin looked at the plot and silently changed one more word.

This time, the modification went through easily.

She hadn't changed any of Tang San's plot in the two days she'd spent sightseeing in Suotuo City.

There was no way she could pass up such a perfect opportunity.

Originally, Zhao Wuji's palm had been aimed at Tang San's chest.

But somehow, Tang San's body shifted upward a few inches in a way that made absolutely no sense. Zhao Wuji's palm landed right on Tang San's crotch.

Tang San's eyes bulged, and the muscles in his face twisted into contorted lines.

"Ah!"

A truly horrific scream rang through Shrek Academy.

He crashed heavily to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, clutching his abdomen and rolling back and forth.

The fight came to an abrupt halt.

Zhao Wuji looked distinctly awkward. It seemed his palm had landed a little off target.

Dai Mubai thought for a moment, then spoke stiffly. "Teacher Zhao, this is... a bit improper, isn't it?"

The girls present might not understand, but as a man, he knew exactly how bad it was.

It wasn't just getting hit there—even a touch hurt like hell.

"Do you believe me if I say it wasn't on purpose, and Tang San ran into my palm?"

Zhao Wuji said sheepishly.

He really hadn't meant to hit Tang San there!

Before anyone else could speak, Tang San gritted his teeth and forced three words out.

"I believe you!"

"I believe you!"

Tang San cursed inwardly.

I did it on purpose. I deliberately ran into him and used the most vulnerable part of my body to take the blow.

Zhao Wuji was at his wit's end. He looked at the others.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong swallowed and nodded firmly.

"Teacher Zhao, we believe you!"

He smacked a large hand against his forehead. His fearsome reputation had been ruined!