Tang San's Day of Suffering, Part Two

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Oscar, and the others arrived at the large grassland of the fourth trial.

In the center of the grassland, there was only one person.

Zhao Wuji, with his perfect bronze muscles and a sturdy body like a sculpture, was sleeping on a chair.

Dai Mubai said, "Teacher Zhao, I've brought the new students."

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes, surveyed everyone, and couldn't help but laugh, "Not bad, this year..."

But before he could finish, he froze.

"...Where did this dark kid come from?"

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over Tang San.

He was dark and looked old, and his clothes were even less tasteful than his own.

If it weren't for Dai Mubai, he would have suspected Tang San was a family member of a student who had snuck in.

Soul Masters matured early; at twelve or thirteen, they looked almost the same as ordinary adults externally. Tang San's unique appearance, combined with his unfashionable clothes, made the actual visual impression even more exaggerated. It wasn't just about age; he looked old-fashioned all around.

Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others' gazes also moved back and forth between Tang San and Zhao Wuji.

This...

Putting aside their physiques, the two of them actually looked a bit alike?

This is too much of a coincidence...

Tang San felt everyone's gaze.

He could only pretend nothing was happening, clenching his fists in forbearance.

Zhao Wuji stood up, his broad shoulders like a city wall, his two-meter height forcing others to look up at him.

Just standing there, he exuded an immense pressure.

"You've come to the right place."

"Originally, Shrek's strongest student was supposed to fight you. With his strength, I estimate you four wouldn't win even if you ganged up on him. But it's okay..."

He grinned.

"Now, I will be the chief examiner for the fourth trial. If you can last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn under my hand, and even if only one person is left at the end, I will consider you all to have passed."

As soon as Xia Yan was mentioned, Dai Mubai's face twitched, and his expression immediately turned grim.

As for Zhao Wuji's sudden decision to be the chief examiner for the final trial, he didn't want to say anything more.

Ning Rongrong became interested. She had grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had seen countless geniuses. Now, their team had two agile attackers, one control-type, and one support-type, with a complete lineup.

Their talents were all top-tier.

They were all geniuses among geniuses of their age.

Now, this Teacher Zhao said that the strongest student could take on all four of them and win.

She naturally wasn't convinced.

Was it just to intimidate them?

Ning Rongrong's delicate, oval face still held a smile. "Teacher, may I ask what the level and martial soul of the student you mentioned are? Is he really that strong?"

Zhao Wuji answered casually.

"He's the most talented person I've ever seen. Even among the Seven Great Sects, the Martial Soul Hall, and the royal family, I haven't seen anyone more talented than him. There's no one who can even compare to him."

"You'll be able to see him in a couple of days at most. His name is Xia Yan, his martial soul is the Black Tower, and he's the same age as you, but he's a level thirty-eight Soul Elder..."

"Let alone you guys, he can even win against two Soul Ancestors in the Great Soul Arena."

Twelve years old, level thirty-eight?!

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were shocked. Was it fake?!

How could there be such terrifying talent on the continent?!

They had never heard of it!

Meanwhile, Tang San and Xiao Wu's pupils trembled almost simultaneously.

Xia Yan?!

Xiao Wu's fingertips trembled, her heart beating uncontrollably. "Teacher... did you just say Xia Yan? What does he look like?"

Her sudden interruption drew everyone's attention.

Oscar sensed something was wrong.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiao Wu, then noticed the gloomy and surprised expression on Tang San's face beside her...

His gossip-loving soul burned fiercely.

Hmph, there's something going on here!

Zhao Wuji was taken aback, reaching out to gesture at Xia Yan's height: "He's quite fair-skinned and lean. You'll see him in a couple of days, so you can look for yourselves. What, do you know him?"

Xiao Wu clutched her chest, trembling with excitement, her pretty face flushed from rapid breathing.

It really... was him!

Xia Yan was here too!

"Th-then where is he now?"

She was desperate to know the answer.

Zhao Wuji looked Xiao Wu up and down, seemingly catching on, and revealed a meaningful smile:

"I already said he's out on business for a few days; he'll be back tomorrow or the day after."

"Look at how anxious you are..."

He clearly saw that the relationship between the two was far from ordinary.

Beside Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes narrowed playfully as she watched the expectant, excited Xiao Wu and Tang San, who was grinding his teeth in hatred.

The corners of her mouth curled into a smirk, ready to watch the show.

Oh~ so that's how it is...

Even the cold-natured Zhu Zhuqing felt a flicker of curiosity in her heart, Though hers was merely curiosity regarding Xia Yan's talent and strength.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand:

"Alright, let's talk business."

"I am Zhao Wuji, Vice Dean of Shrek Academy and the examiner for the final, fourth round."

"Now, I'll give you one stick of incense to get to know each other and discuss tactics. After one stick of incense, the test begins. You must join forces to withstand my attacks for the duration of one stick of incense. As long as one person remains standing at the end, all of you pass."

Having said this, Zhao Wuji lit a stick of incense and flicked it with his finger, planting it firmly into the ground.

He then returned to his chair to sleep.

At this time last year, when he saw Xia Yan's entrance exam, his hands had been itching for a fight, but Flender had whisked Xia Yan away to the dorms immediately after, leaving him no chance to act. He still felt regret thinking about it now.

Now that Xia Yan was away and Flender was absent, He was finally going to get a chance to stretch his limbs.

Dai Mubai gathered everyone together. His good mood had mostly evaporated as he said indifferently: "Teacher Zhao is a level 76 Power Attack System Battle Soul Saint. His Martial Soul is the Vajra Bear, and his strength is formidable. Be careful..."

"Vajra Bear!?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed: "Is he... the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji who disappeared from the continent ten years ago!?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened as she stared at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji, who already possessed an immense sense of oppression, radiated an even more terrifying pressure.

Xiao Wu asked, puzzled: "Is he very famous?"

She had never heard of any Immovable Bright King.

Ning Rongrong nodded with a grave expression: "He is very strong and very famous. Ten years ago, the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji broke through a siege by sixteen Martial Soul Hall bishops. Martial Soul Hall was furious but could do nothing. Those bishops were all powerhouses above level 60, and he was only level 60 at the time."

"Now that he has reached level 76, he will only be stronger!"

Hearing this, everyone felt the pressure mount.

But time waited for no one, and they could only discuss tactics.

Tang San was a Control System soul master, so naturally, he took the lead in analyzing:

"We cannot defeat him; we can only stall for time."

"My Blue Silver Grass has control abilities and is highly toxic. Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and I will coordinate. If we can manage to inflict even a small wound, I can use the poison to affect his condition. Ning Rongrong, provide support, and remember to protect yourself..."

The time for the stick of incense passed quickly.

Zhao Wuji grinned and stood up, stretching his limbs until his bones cracked and popped, A sound that made everyone's hearts sink.

"Have you finished discussing?"

He asked.

Tang San glanced quietly at Xiao Wu. The casual look on her face had vanished, replaced by an extremely serious and earnest expression.

Tang San knew that this wasn't just about facing a Soul Saint-level opponent. To her, not entering Shrek Academy previously wouldn't have mattered; if she couldn't get in, she would just go elsewhere.

She was this serious, Entirely because Xia Yan was also at Shrek!

Damn you, Xia Yan, why must you always target me?!

Why do you follow me wherever I go?!

No, I must seize this opportunity to show off in front of Xiao Wu! This trial must be fought brilliantly!

I cannot lose!

His gaze was resolute as he looked toward Zhao Wuji:

"Teacher Zhao, are we allowed to use weapons?"

Zhao Wuji tilted his head playfully.

What kind of question was that?

If word got out that a Soul Saint had to ban weapons while fighting a group of Soul Grand Masters, it would be a laughingstock; where would the face of the Immovable Bright King be left?

He grinned nonchalantly:

"Use whatever you want. If you can last for the duration of one incense stick, then you have real skill."

Hearing this, Tang San couldn't help but reach for his hidden weapons, feeling a bit more confident in his heart.