Did Chen Feng Hide His Strength?

"Alright, let's get on with your assessment. You lot had better hurry up and discuss a strategy."

Having said that, Zhao Wuji sat back down in his chair, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

The four of them didn't feel anything particularly unusual about the testing method proposed by this Teacher Zhao, but Dai Mubai wore a grave expression as he signaled to the four, "Come over here for a moment."

The four gathered around him.

Dai Mubai said with a serious face, "I can't help you with this one. I never expected Teacher Zhao to take the field himself."

Xiao Wu laughed, "This Teacher Zhao wouldn't happen to be a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse like that teacher at the gate, would he?"

Dai Mubai shook his head and said, "No."

Xiao Wu smiled, "Then there's nothing to fear. We all have strength approaching level thirty, after all. Four against one—as long as the gap in strength isn't too ridiculous, surely we can hold out for the duration of one incense stick?"

Dai Mubai glanced at her with a look that suggested he was staring at an idiot. "If you think Teacher Zhao's attacks are that easy to fend off, you are sorely mistaken."

"It's true that Teacher Zhao isn't a level sixty Soul Emperor; he is a level seventy-six Soul Saint. A beast martial soul, a battle Soul Saint, and the vice-dean of the academy. His overall strength is second only to the Dean."

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

Dai Mubai replied calmly, "Age has never been a reliable indicator of anything."

The expressions of the four became heavy. Facing a level seventy-six Soul Saint was no laughing matter.

Dai Mubai smiled bitterly, "Originally, Teacher Zhao was only responsible for overseeing the fourth round; your opponent was supposed to be me."

"As long as you could hold out against me for the time it takes for one incense stick to burn, you would pass. Who knew what got into him today? He actually decided to step in himself."

"Teacher Zhao's martial soul is the Vajra Bear, a powerful beast martial soul. His entire body is without a single flaw, and his defensive power is terrifying. Even a Soul Master of the same rank would find it difficult to break his defense and inflict damage."

"Although speed is not Teacher Zhao's forte, the gap in soul power between you and him is simply too vast; you won't be faster than him in that regard either. Teacher Zhao's greatest strengths are his offensive power and his defense."

"In the academy, he is nicknamed the Immovable Bright King."

"Forget the four of you; even if you added me to the mix, we might not be able to block his attacks for the duration of one incense stick. Right now, I just hope Teacher Zhao doesn't take it too seriously when he attacks you."

No weaknesses. Those four simple words summed up the extent of Zhao Wuji's power.

The short-haired, delicate girl suddenly exclaimed, "He is actually the Immovable Bright King, Zhao Wuji? He disappeared from the continent ten years ago; I never expected him to be a teacher at Shrek Academy."

"Back then, the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji once had a grudge with Martial Soul Hall. Martial Soul Hall wanted to punish him, but he managed to force his way out of an encirclement of sixteen bishops."

"The matter was eventually dropped. The bishops of Martial Soul Hall are all at least level sixty Soul Emperors, and Zhao Wuji should have only been around level sixty back then."

"Doesn't that make him even more formidable now?"

Dai Mubai nodded silently and said, "At the very least, I have never seen Teacher Zhao go all out. So, you had better pray for your own luck."

Tang San was the first to speak, "I am Tang San, tool martial soul Blue Silver Grass, level twenty-nine control-system battle soul master."

Seeing Tang San speak, Xiao Wu went second, "Xiao Wu, beast martial soul Rabbit, level twenty-nine assault-system battle soul master."

The girl with the ear-length hair hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ning Rongrong, tool martial soul Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, level twenty-six support-system tool soul master."

The cold girl at the end remained indifferent, saying flatly, "Zhu Zhuqing, beast martial soul Hell Spirit Cat, level twenty-seven agility-attack system battle soul master."

When the four finished their introductions, the eyes of the others, including Dai Mubai, converged 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. Does that mean you come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Rongrong nodded, "That's right."

"Then Chen Feng is the grandson of Sword Douluo, and Sword Douluo is a guest elder of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Back then, you said you grew up with Chen Feng, so why were you so shocked when he released his martial soul?" Tang San asked, looking at Ning Rongrong with some confusion.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong spoke slowly, "This Chen Feng was originally a good-for-nothing, a tag-along who followed me to Suotuo City."

"I didn't want to be bothered by him, so I told him to go back. But I don't know what got into him; when he appeared again, he was like a completely different person."

"His martial soul and his strength had become much stronger. Sometimes, I even wonder if he really is Chen Feng."

Hearing this, Tang San nodded inwardly, "Perhaps he was hiding his strength before."

"Hiding his strength? That loser? If he were hiding his strength, do you think I wouldn't have noticed?" Ning Rongrong retorted immediately.

Tang San shook his head, "It is very likely he has always been strong, but he simply kept it hidden. You might have been deceived by him."

Tang San had plenty of experience with hiding one's strength; he was still concealing his Tang Sect techniques and his other martial soul.

If Chen Feng hadn't been hiding his strength before, then nothing about the situation made sense.

"But why would he hide his strength?" Ning Rongrong asked, puzzled.

Tang San shook his head, "That, I do not know."

"Hmph, that detestable Chen Blockhead! When I return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I will definitely report him!" Ning Rongrong snapped coldly.

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

Immediately, everyone nodded.

Before long, Tang San had formulated a battle plan: Xiao Wu would lead the assault, he would provide control, Zhu Zhuqing would assist and harass, and Ning Rongrong would provide support from the rear.

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

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

It was at this very moment.

Behind them, Ning Rongrong turned quietly, her soft, beautiful voice rising slowly in accompaniment to her dancing white dress.

"Seven Treasures turn out, glazed glass."

As her voice fell, seven-colored light erupted from Ning Rongrong's body, and a jeweled, seven-colored pagoda suddenly manifested in the center of her palm.

At the same time, two yellow spirit rings rose slowly from beneath Ning Rongrong's feet, rotating and emitting a faint luster.

"Seven Treasures have fame, the first is: Power."

Ning Rongrong chanted the incantation softly, and the first spirit ring shone brilliantly. She then tapped the pagoda with her fingertip, and three beams of light landed squarely upon Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Seven Treasures have fame, the second is: Speed!"

Following closely, Ning Rongrong did not hesitate. The second spirit ring bloomed with light, and another three beams drifted from the pagoda, landing upon the three of them.