Could Chen Feng Have Been Hiding His Strength?

"Alright, let's assess the four of you first. Hurry up and discuss your strategy."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji returned to his chair, closed his eyes, and continued sleeping.

Tang San and the other three did not find Teacher Zhao's testing method particularly unusual. Instead, Dai Mubai wore a grave expression as he said to them, "Come over here."

The four gathered around him.

Dai Mubai said seriously, "I can't help you with this one. I never expected Teacher Zhao to personally make a move."

Xiao Wu smiled. "Could this Teacher Zhao also be a Soul Emperor-level expert, like the teacher at the entrance?"

Dai Mubai shook his head. "No."

Xiao Wu smiled. "Then there's nothing to fear. The four of us are all close to level thirty. Four against one—so long as the gap in strength isn't too absurd, can't we last through one incense stick's worth of time?"

Dai Mubai glanced at her, his gaze making her seem rather like an idiot. "If you think Teacher Zhao's attacks are that easy to withstand, then you're terribly mistaken."

That's right, Teacher Zhao was not a Soul Emperor-level Soul Master in the sixtieth rank. He was a level seventy-six Soul Saint. A beast martial soul, a battle Soul Saint, and the academy's vice principal. His overall strength was second only to the principal's."

Xiao Wu said in disbelief, "He's level seventy-six? But he looks much younger than the teacher at the entrance."

Dai Mubai replied calmly, "Age has never been an indication of anything."

Tang San and the others' expressions turned solemn. Facing a level seventy-six Soul Saint-level expert was no joke.

Dai Mubai smiled bitterly. "Teacher Zhao was originally only supposed to oversee the fourth test. Your opponent should have been me."

"As long as you could hold out against me for one incense stick's worth of time, you would pass. But who knew what got into him today? He actually wants to take action himself."

"Teacher Zhao's martial soul is the Vajra Bear, a powerful beast martial soul. His entire body has no weak points, and his defense is terrifyingly strong. Even Soul Masters of the same rank find it difficult to break through his defenses and injure him."

"Although speed is not Teacher Zhao's specialty, the gap in Soul Power between you and him is simply too great. You cannot possibly be faster than him in that regard either. Teacher Zhao's greatest strengths are his offensive power and defense."

"At the academy, he is known by the nickname Immovable Bright King."

"Not to mention the four of you—even if I joined in, we might not be able to withstand one incense stick's worth of his attacks. Right now, I can only hope Teacher Zhao won't be too serious when attacking you."

No weaknesses. Those simple four words already revealed Zhao Wuji's terrifying strength.

The gentle short-haired girl suddenly cried out, "He's actually Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King. He disappeared from the continent for ten years, yet he ended up teaching at Shrek Academy."

"Back then, Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King, had a conflict with Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall wanted to punish him, but he forcibly charged out from the encirclement of sixteen bishops."

"After that, the matter was left unresolved. Spirit Hall's bishops were all Soul Emperor-level experts of at least level sixty. At the time, Zhao Wuji should only have been in his sixties."

"Wouldn't he be even more powerful now?"

Dai Mubai silently nodded. "At the very least, I have never seen Teacher Zhao fight with his full strength. So, good luck to you."

Tang San was the first to speak. "My name is Tang San. My weapon martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. I am a level twenty-nine control-system battle Soul Master."

Seeing Tang San introduce himself, Xiao Wu spoke second. "Xiao Wu. Beast martial soul, rabbit. Level twenty-nine assault-system battle Soul Master."

The girl with ear-length short hair hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ning Rongrong. Weapon martial soul, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Level twenty-six support-system tool Soul Master."

The icy girl remained as indifferent as ever and said flatly, "Zhu Zhuqing. Beast martial soul, Hell Spirit Cat. Level twenty-seven agility-attack-system battle Soul Master."

After the four introduced themselves, the gazes of four people, including Dai Mubai, focused on one person. The one who had drawn everyone's attention was the short-haired girl, Ning Rongrong.

Tang San said in surprise, "Your martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Then does that mean you come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Rongrong nodded. "That's right."

"Then Chen Feng is Sword Douluo's grandson, and Sword Douluo is a guest elder of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You said you grew up with Chen Feng, so why were you so surprised when he released his martial soul?" Tang San looked at Ning Rongrong in confusion.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong slowly said, "Chen Feng was originally a good-for-nothing, one of my little followers. He followed me to Suotuo City."

"I didn't want him bothering me, so I told him to go back. But for some reason, when he appeared again, he suddenly seemed like a completely different person."

"His martial soul and strength had both become much stronger. Sometimes, I even wondered whether he was really Chen Feng."

Hearing this, Tang San secretly nodded. "Perhaps he had been hiding his strength before."

"Hiding his strength? That good-for-nothing? If he had been hiding his strength, would I not have noticed?" Ning Rongrong immediately retorted.

Tang San shook his head. "It's very possible that he was always strong, but had been concealing his strength. You may have been deceived by him."

Tang San had plenty of authority to speak on the matter of hiding one's strength. Even now, he was still concealing the methods of the Tang Sect, as well as his other martial soul.

If Chen Feng had not been hiding his strength before, then everything would be difficult to explain.

"But why would he hide his strength?" Ning Rongrong asked in confusion.

Tang San shook his head. "That, I don't know."

"Hmph, that hateful blockhead Chen. Once I return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I'll definitely report you properly!" Ning Rongrong snapped coldly.

Tang San looked at Ning Rongrong. "Forget it, let's not talk about him. Let's first figure out how to deal with the Soul Saint in front of us."

The others immediately nodded.

Before long, Tang San had devised a battle plan: Xiao Wu would lead the attack, he would control the field, Zhu Zhuqing would provide support and keep their opponent occupied, while Ning Rongrong would assist from the rear.

"Alright, children, prepare to receive the baptism of battle!"

Zhao Wuji's booming voice rang out. After speaking, he took out an incense stick and planted it directly into the ground.

And it was at this moment.

Ning Rongrong, standing in the rear, quietly began to turn. Her soft, melodious voice slowly rose along with the swaying of her white dress:

"Seven Treasures turn, glazed light appears."

As her words fell, seven-colored light shone from Ning Rongrong's body, while a resplendent seven-colored treasure pagoda appeared in the center of her palm.

At the same time, two yellow soul rings slowly rose from beneath Ning Rongrong's feet, circling as they emitted a faint glow.

"Seven Treasures Famous, first: strength."

Ning Rongrong softly uttered the incantation. Her first soul ring shone brilliantly, and then she lightly tapped the pagoda with her fingertip. Three streams of light fell upon Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Seven Treasures Famous, second: speed!"

Immediately afterward, Ning Rongrong did not hesitate. Her second soul ring bloomed with light, and another three streams of light drifted out of the pagoda, landing upon the three of them.