Zhao Wuji's Punching Bag

Tang San wore a confident expression, though in truth, he was crying out in agony internally.

Judging by Zhao Wuji's expression, it was clear he intended to take this assessment seriously.

Tang San was not arrogant enough to believe he could go head-to-head with a Soul Saint who possessed such outstanding strength and defense.

It seems I have no choice but to use my hidden weapons.

Opposite Tang San, Zhao Wuji had indeed become secretly vigilant.

If a 33rd-rank support-type Soul Elder is already this formidable, then this 38th-rank control-type brat who came with her must also have his own unique strengths.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have requested to be assessed alone.

Old Zhao needs to get serious, or I'll end up losing face all over again.

Inside the Broom Shop, Lu Xian successfully received the rewards for Ning Rongrong's assessment.

Wish Rank: D, Executor: Ning Rongrong, Completion: 50%.
Reward: 360 days of cultivation, 180 years of soul ring age.
Holy War Physique intensity increased by 20%.

Looking at the generous rewards, Lu Xian shook his head with a hint of regret.

It had been confirmed once again that D-rank wishes yielded rich rewards, it was just a pity that Ning Rongrong's completion rate hadn't reached one hundred percent.

However, for a Soul Elder to manage to inflict a minor injury on Zhao Wuji was already quite remarkable.

After deducting his own share of the rewards, Lu Xian did not hesitate and immediately distributed the rest.

The three girls, who had helped Zhu Zhuqing up and retreated to the side along with Little Rabbit, all locked their gazes onto the two figures in the arena.

They all wanted to see exactly what kind of confidence Tang San had to dare clamor about facing Zhao Wuji alone.

Having just arrived a hundred meters away, Ning Rongrong heard the notification sound in her mind, and the corners of her mouth curled up instinctively.

"Battle God's 20th Trial: The Advancing Little Support, completion rate 50%."

"Target judged to have sustained minor injuries."

"Reward: 120 days of cultivation, all soul ring ages increased by 20 years."

"Reward: Physique enhanced by 10%."

The soul power generated by 120 days of cultivation allowed Ning Rongrong to break through directly to the 34th rank, closing the gap between her and Little Rabbit.

What made her even more delighted was that her physique, which was already superior to other soul masters of the same rank, had been enhanced once again.

"Ning Rongrong, what are you smiling about?"

"Nothing... nothing at all, just thinking about how Tang San will perform in a moment."

"By the way, you came with Tang San, he must be very powerful, right?"

Hearing this, Little Rabbit curled her lips in disdain; she didn't know if he was powerful or not, but he was certainly a troublemaker.

"He's definitely much stronger than that Lecherous Tiger, but I'm not sure exactly how strong."

"Let me tell you, once you get into the academy, it's best to stay away from him, otherwise, nothing good will ever come of it."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Little Rabbit's warning, Ning Rongrong instantly revealed an ambiguous smile.

"Are you afraid that I'm going to steal Tang San from you?"

"Pfft, if you want him, take him quickly. I'm done worrying about you; don't blame me later for not warning you."

Having her good intentions met with teasing, Little Rabbit glared at the other girl in annoyance, which only made Ning Rongrong feel even more suspicious.

Why did she seem so disgusted by Tang San?

As these thoughts crossed her mind, the battle between Tang San and Zhao Wuji had already begun.

Understanding that he was at a disadvantage, Tang San intended to seize the initiative immediately.

"Third Soul Skill: Blue Silver Bamboo Dragonfly."

Tang San's soul ring configuration made Zhao Wuji pause slightly; for a child with such talent, it was surprising to see a configuration of three hundred-year soul rings.

His teacher really ought to just go find a wall to run into and die!

Tang San pressed the propeller formed by his Blue Silver Grass against the top of his head.

With a burst of rotation, Tang San rapidly ascended into mid-air.

"It's actually a flight-type soul skill!"

Tang San was satisfied with the surprise on everyone's faces; it showed that his third soul skill truly had its unique merits.

At the very least, it allowed him to gain air superiority, which would make the deployment of his hidden weapons much more convenient.

However, before he could be happy for long, a ring of earthy-yellow light expanded from beneath Zhao Wuji's feet, and Tang San suddenly felt his body become incredibly heavy.

The hundred-year Blue Silver Bamboo Dragonfly stopped spinning due to a lack of power, and Tang San slowly descended back to the ground.

Tang San and Zhao Wuji stared at each other for a long time before Tang San hurriedly stepped into his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and retreated into the distance.

"Good fellow, so you're all show and no substance!"

Zhao Wuji had intended to use Gravity Enhancement to restrict Tang San's movement speed, but he hadn't expected to stall the engine entirely.

His assessment of Tang San plummeted; this was a genius being held back by mediocrity.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to give chase to re-establish his dignity as a Spirit Saint, countless Blue Silver Grass suddenly surged from beneath his feet, binding him up like a rice dumpling.

"Now this is more like it, though the toughness of your Blue Silver Grass seems a bit lacking!"

Immovable Wisdom King Body activated once more, and the Blue Silver Grass binding Zhao Wuji shattered instantly. Desperate to save face, Zhao Wuji lunged toward Tang San.

Having already escaped to a safe distance, Tang San transformed into the Thousand Hand Monster.

Willow Leaf Darts, Sleeve Arrows, and Dragon Whisker Needles were flung at Zhao Wuji as if they were worthless trinkets.

Before Zhao Wuji could even react to what the opponent was throwing, he felt sharp pains erupting from multiple spots on his body.

"Good fellow, you're like a bee—actually stinging people!"

Fortunately, with Immovable Wisdom King Body active, Zhao Wuji's defense was astonishing; ordinary hidden weapons couldn't break through his hide at all.

Only the Dragon Whisker Needles he had scavenged from Flender were capable of wounding him.

Being injured in front of a group of children again made Zhao Wuji feel like he had lost all face.

Gravity Enhancement and Position Tracking were activated simultaneously, making it impossible for Tang San, who had intended to kite him the entire time, to move an inch.

His once-invincible Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track struggled to exert its power.

Hardening his heart, Tang San threw several Dragon Whisker Needles directly at Zhao Wuji's eye sockets.

Having kept a close eye on Tang San's every move this time, Zhao Wuji wasn't about to fall for the same trick; he quickly raised his left hand to shield his eyes.

At the same time, he followed the Position Tracking and struck out with a Vajra Palm.

The pain radiating from the back of his hand caused Zhao Wuji to forget to pull his punch in his fury, and the palm landed solidly on Tang San's face.

Tang San immediately performed a "neck-twisting" spectacle for everyone present.

Several teeth took the initiative to flee his mouth and clattered onto the ground.

Watching Tang San, who was seeing stars and had fallen into a brief stupor, a sinister grin curled onto Zhao Wuji's lips.

"I'll show you a 1v1 man-to-man fight!"

"Smack!"

Another slap landed on his face, refreshing the unconsciousness buff for the nearly-waking Tang San.

Still not satisfied, Old Zhao swung his palms until they became a blur, each strike landing precisely on Tang San's face.

As he struck, Zhao Wuji muttered under his breath.

"Still going to prick people, you little hedgehog?"

"Still want to take a solo assessment?"

The resounding sound of slaps echoed through the village, and Dai Mubai and the others nearby couldn't bear to watch, turning their heads away.

Only the Little Rabbit clenched her fists in secret, cheering internally that he had done a beautiful job.

Xiao Wu had been bottling up a belly full of fire the entire way here, but fearing bad luck, she hadn't dared to retaliate against Tang San.

Now, Old Zhao had stepped in as a proxy to vent the foul air from her heart.

Although the beating was satisfying, Zhao Wuji knew that a child with such outstanding talent would definitely be a favorite of Flender.

Therefore, he had no intention of eliminating him.

When Tang San's head had swollen to twice its size, Zhao Wuji stopped at the right moment.

He clapped his hands and said:

"You brat, you pass."

"Oscar, come over here and give him a sausage."

"Mubai, go arrange the dorms for the little monsters."

"Yes!"

After giving his orders, Zhao Wuji brushed the dust off his body and walked toward the house. Several parts of his body were still throbbing with pain, but he couldn't bring himself to check his injuries in front of the students.