The incense burned out and fell to ash, its lingering smoke dispersing.
The time it took an incense stick to burn passed quickly. The stick planted in the ground burned away completely, then went out.
"Are you ready?"
Zhao Wuji's booming voice rang out across the grounds right on time.
Everyone looked up to see Zhao Wuji's short, burly frame rise from his chair before he strode toward them.
"Teacher Zhao, we can begin."
Wrapped in bandages from head to toe, Dai Mubai hurriedly wiped the embarrassment off his face and nodded to Zhao Wuji. Then he quickly moved his not-yet-healed legs, limping to the edge of the grounds to watch.
He wanted to avoid getting caught up in the vicious Zhao Wuji's attacks and hurt again.
Of course, this was also a chance to observe and learn.
After all, his White Tiger Martial Soul, like Zhao Wuji's Vajra Bear Martial Soul, was a strength-based, power attack type beast Martial Soul.
Zhao Wuji's fighting style offered him plenty to learn from.
Standing before Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, Zhao Wuji rolled his neck and clasped his hands together to loosen his wrists, producing a string of bone cracks that set their teeth on edge.
An invisible pressure immediately swept toward the four of them.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong's expressions changed at the same time, visibly turning solemn.
Zhu Zhuqing's icy expression also grew much more serious.
"Then let's begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji flipped his large hand and produced another incense stick from somewhere. With a quick twist of its tip, he miraculously lit it.
Then he casually tossed it aside, and the incense stick planted itself firmly in the nearby ground without so much as a wobble.