He Was Practically Superman

The moment the words fell.

Zhao Wuji stomped forward, his immense strength leaving a deep crater in the ground. At incredible speed, he launched the first attack against them.

"Not good!"

Tang San reacted at once. Zhao Wuji intended to take advantage of their incomplete formation and eliminate Ning Rongrong, the support, first.

Yet he did not rush to help her immediately, because someone was standing in front of Ning Rongrong.

Watching Zhao Wuji charge at her like a raging bear, Ning Rongrong's pretty face instantly turned pale.

It was over. Jiang Chen and she were both Support-type Soul Masters. Faced with Zhao Wuji's sudden attack, neither of them had any ability to fight back.

The two "supports" would probably be eliminated in an instant.

But in the next moment, something happened that left her dumbfounded.

Not only did Jiang Chen not dodge, he instead stepped forward and met the attack with a simple right punch.

A faint golden glow seemed to flow over his fist.

"Interesting."

Seeing Jiang Chen advance rather than retreat, a flicker of surprise passed through Zhao Wuji's eyes, and he increased the force behind his blow once more.

He would make this ignorant new student understand the consequences of underestimating an opponent.

"Bang!"

Their fists collided with a dull, thunderous impact that made hearts tremble.

The scene of Jiang Chen being sent flying did not appear.

Quite the opposite—Zhao Wuji's charging, burly body suddenly halted before he was sent flying backward even faster than he had come.

Like a cannonball hurled with tremendous force, he crashed into an earthen wall over ten meters away with a boom, causing the entire wall to collapse.

The field instantly fell silent.

Even Xiao Wu and Tang San, who had seen Jiang Chen's strength before, were shocked by that punch.

With Soul Power at level thirty, he had sent level-seventy-six Zhao Wuji flying with one punch. Was he even human?

Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes widened unusually, her body frozen in place as she even forgot to attack.

Ning Rongrong was completely petrified. Even the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand wavered, nearly slipping out of her control.

She had to be seeing things. A support Soul Master had actually punched the Immovable Bright King flying?!

"Cough, cough!"

Amid the billowing dust, Zhao Wuji crawled out of the pile of broken bricks, looking thoroughly disheveled.

As he patted the dirt off himself, he stared wide-eyed at Jiang Chen, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

"Kid, you're that strong?"

Though he had not used his full strength in that punch, it was still not something a level-thirty Soul Master should have been able to withstand.

"Don't just stand there. Strike while he's down and finish him off!"

After saying that, Jiang Chen silently retreated to the rear, placing the others in front of him.

Xiao Wu reacted the fastest. Her pink figure flashed, instantly appearing above Zhao Wuji's head. Twisting her waist and abdomen, she drove her right foot downward.

Zhao Wuji snapped back to his senses and was just about to raise his hand when he discovered that his arms had somehow been wrapped in coils of dark-red Blue Silver Grass.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out as Xiao Wu's fierce kick slammed heavily into Zhao Wuji's neck.

"So hard!"

Xiao Wu frowned slightly in midair.

Even a Soul Elder would not dare take that kick head-on, yet when it landed on Zhao Wuji, it only made him shake his head slightly.

As expected of a Soul Saint renowned for his defense.

Zhao Wuji shook his head, his neck cracking as he grinned.

"Not bad, little girl. But you still need more practice."

Before he finished speaking, the muscles in his arms suddenly bulged as he yanked outward.

The dark-red Blue Silver Grass around his arms snapped with several crisp pops, forcibly torn apart.

Just then, the ground beneath his feet suddenly sank. The abrupt sensation of weightlessness made him instinctively reach out to brace himself.

Good opportunity!

In an instant, a ghostlike figure appeared before Zhao Wuji's outstretched hand.

Hell Stab!

Her claws flashed coldly as they struck straight for Zhao Wuji's ribs.

After observing him, she had judged that to be a relatively weak point in his defense.

A needle-like sting shot through Zhao Wuji's ribs, forcing him to withdraw the arm he had meant to use for support and shield his side instead.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Zhu Zhuqing's claws came down like a storm, yet they left only a string of faint white marks on Zhao Wuji's skin.

Her brows furrowed, and she flipped away.

"Trying to scratch an itch?"

Zhao Wuji grinned, but his feet suddenly went limp.

At some point, the ground beneath him had turned into a dark-red swamp. Countless thorned Blue Silver Grass vines coiled upward like living snakes, firmly binding his feet and yanking him off the ground.

Tang San pressed his hands through the air, violet light flowing through his eyes.

It was the second Soul Skill of Blue Silver Grass—Bloodthirsty Cage!

"Xiao Wu, now!"

Xiao Wu immediately understood. She sprang upward with a light tap of her toes, using the Blue Silver Grass to launch herself into the air again. Her slender waist drew taut like a bow as her second Soul Ring lit up beneath her feet.

"Second Soul Skill—Waist Bow!"

The full force of Waist Bow poured into her legs as she chopped downward at Zhao Wuji with all her strength.

"Bang!"

The kick landed squarely on Zhao Wuji's upper back, sending him from midair straight into the ground. Borrowing the rebound force, Xiao Wu quickly retreated.

A tremendous roar erupted from the ground, and dust rolled outward in all directions.

"We're amazing."

Behind them, Ning Rongrong clapped her little hands excitedly.

The seamless cooperation between the three of them had left her utterly dazzled.

"Little San, weren't we a bit too ruthless?" Xiao Wu asked with an embarrassed smile.

"It's fine. Brother Chen can heal him."

Tang San did not feel burdened in the slightest. When facing an enemy, going all out was the greatest respect.

Zhu Zhuqing stood to one side, her chest rising and falling slightly. In her Martial Soul Possession state, her figure had become even taller and more slender. The claws extending from her fingers glimmered faintly, while her mismatched eyes were filled with icy sharpness.

The dust gradually dispersed.

Zhao Wuji slowly crawled out of the pit he had smashed into the ground, looking dusty and disheveled as he patted the dirt from himself. Yet his gaze toward the three of them shone with startling brightness.

Other than looking a little worse for wear, their attacks had not left a single injury on him.

"Not bad. Your coordination is pretty good."

Zhao Wuji grinned, baring a mouthful of white teeth. "Warm-up's over. Now it really begins."

The next moment, seven Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

At the same time, his third Soul Ring lit up!

"Third Soul Skill—Gravity Enhancement!"

A crushing pressure suddenly descended, and the four of them immediately felt their bodies grow heavy, their movements slowing by half a beat.

Zhao Wuji gave them no time to adjust. His fan-sized palm tore through the air with a howl as it shot directly toward Zhu Zhuqing, who stood at the front.

As that enormous palm came crashing down, Zhu Zhuqing only had time to raise both arms to block.

The next second, she was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, her back hurtling straight toward Jiang Chen at the edge of the field.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen, who had been watching from the side, casually reached out and caught the flying Black-clad Girl securely in his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing let out a muffled groan, feeling herself crash into a warm, solid chest.

She lifted her head and met Jiang Chen's dazzling golden eyes.

"You okay?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

"I-I'm fine."

Zhu Zhuqing blushed and hurriedly broke free from his embrace, but the moment she landed, she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of congealed blood.

At the center of the field, Zhao Wuji stomped down again after landing his blow.

"First Soul Skill—Immovable Vajra Body!"

A pale golden aura suddenly rose around him. His already burly body swelled another size, making him resemble a massive statue cast from gold and iron.

Then, his second Soul Ring lit up.

"Second Soul Skill—Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji's palms gleamed with a metallic sheen as, accompanied by a heavy roar of wind, they slammed straight toward Tang San!