He hadn't paid the little fireballs any mind—until a strange, searing pain burst from the spot where one struck him!
"First Soul Skill! Immovable Wisdom King Body!"
Zhao Wuji roared, and a brilliant golden light erupted from his body!
He had no choice but to use this move. There were simply too many fireballs, filling the sky and whistling down like rain,
and every single one was aimed at the same target: him!
Whoosh!
The moment the fireballs came within three meters of him, every last one was repelled,
but the sky was still full of fireballs!
Even with those knocked aside, more came flying in without end,
and the fireballs that had been repelled didn't disappear, either. They curved through the air, looped around, and shot straight back at Zhao Wuji!
Zhao Wuji stared, dumbfounded!
That was a thing?
By rights, a low-level Soul Skill like this should have vanished after being deflected. How could the fireballs come back?
All right, never mind that—
the sheer number of them was already ridiculous!
A first Soul Skill cast by a mere Soul Elder could summon this many fireballs? Weren't these the sort of things you'd expect from a Titled Douluo's seventh, eighth, or ninth Soul Skill?!
Zhang Tianyu's Soul Skill was just that busted.
Many people who fought him were misled by his level, his strength, and the form his Soul Skill took.
They assumed all these fireballs were being conjured from Zhang Tianyu's own Soul Power. That wasn't the case.
His first Soul Skill merely activated the ability to summon fireballs.
In truth, the fireballs were created by his Martial Soul, the Yellow Springs Sword!
In other words, he only needed to spend a tiny bit of Soul Power to flip the switch that made Yellow Springs produce fireballs.
After that, all he had to do was keep swinging Yellow Springs,
and throughout the duration of the Soul Skill, it would churn out fireballs endlessly—fireballs that could track their targets, burn their souls, and carry poison!
And the origins of this sword, Yellow Springs, were terrifying. For a divine weapon that wielded the Black Death Power, making a few fireballs barely cost any energy.
In short, it was unbeatable.
Utterly unbeatable.
A swarm of ants could bring down an elephant. With so many fireballs that ignored physical defenses and burned the soul directly, it wasn't just a mere Soul Saint who might fall. Even a Titled Douluo,
if he did nothing but defend, might not be able to withstand them.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuji had recovered his wits.
He knew he couldn't keep defending passively. He had to take the initiative, or the fireballs would wear him down little by little.
He couldn't use his later Soul Skills, either. If word got out that he'd used his fifth, sixth, and seventh Soul Skills against a junior Soul Elder, people would laugh him to death.
So he had to end this quickly and take Zhang Tianyu down as fast as possible. Once the boy was dealt with, his Soul Skill would naturally be broken.
Without the boy, the others would be much easier to handle!
His reasoning was sound. The problem was, Zhang Tianyu wasn't so easy to deal with.
"Fourth Soul Skill! Position Tracking!" Zhao Wuji bellowed. His fourth Soul Ring shot out and landed squarely on Zhang Tianyu.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai immediately broke into a cold sweat for Zhang Tianyu.
He'd been locked on. Zhang Tianyu couldn't escape!
The instant the Soul Ring locked onto Zhang Tianyu, Zhao Wuji leaped forward. It was as though some tremendous force were pulling the two together; Zhao Wuji reached Zhang Tianyu almost at once!
As the distance closed, Zhao Wuji spared a glance at the fireballs behind him.
Just as he'd expected, now that he and Zhang Tianyu were closer, the fireballs stopped tracking him so they wouldn't hit Zhang Tianyu by mistake.
That was how you captured the ringleader!
Zhao Wuji chuckled inwardly. Kid, you're still too green!
But—
when he turned around to attack Zhang Tianyu, he was stunned!
Where was Zhang Tianyu?
Why was he gone?!
What the hell?
He'd been right there a moment ago. How had he vanished in the blink of an eye?
Just then, Zhao Wuji heard a rush of wind from above. He looked up, and his pupils shrank!
Zhang Tianyu's Second Soul Ring was glowing, and he himself was flying through the air, standing on his Martial Soul, the Black Sword!
What the hell?
He could even fly on his sword?
Zhao Wuji was left dumbfounded again and again!
This was just—
completely unexpected!
Did this kid have that many tricks up his sleeve?
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up once more!
Wow!
He could even fly on his sword. That was amazing!
Just like Sword Grandpa!
At the thought, Ning Rongrong's heart jolted.
That's right!
Zhang Tianyu was handsome, powerful, and astonishingly talented. On top of that, he had a Sword Martial Soul and could fly on his sword. Sword Grandpa would definitely like him!
That meant—
no matter how you looked at it,
Zhang Tianyu and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were a perfect match!
Ning Rongrong was over the moon!
But in her excitement, she made a grave mistake.
They were in the middle of Soul Fighting!
Even if it wasn't a fight to the death, and was only a teacher's test for his students, she still had to give it her full attention!
Seeing that he couldn't catch Zhang Tianyu, Zhao Wuji simply gave up on him and immediately shifted his target to Ning Rongrong, the support.
But Ning Rongrong wasn't merely caught off guard—she was even daydreaming!
"Watch out!" Xiao Wu's warning jolted Ning Rongrong back to her senses, but she was horrified to find Zhao Wuji already charging right at her!
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass followed close behind, but it was clearly too late. Zhao Wuji would reach Ning Rongrong before the Blue Silver Grass did!
But—
you could always count on Infinite Flying Sword to be fast!
A sonic boom cracked through the air, and a streak of black light tore across the sky!
Everyone, Zhao Wuji included, saw only a blur.
Ning Rongrong had vanished from where she stood.
Zhao Wuji's bear paw swiped at empty air, leaving him stunned for another second.
He whipped around and, sure enough, saw Ning Rongrong in Zhang Tianyu's arms.
That streak of black light had been the Black Sword beneath Zhang Tianyu's feet. It had moved so fast that, in midair, it seemed to merge into a beam of light.
What incredible speed!
Zhao Wuji marveled inwardly. This kid was truly extraordinary!
Lying in Zhang Tianyu's arms, Ning Rongrong felt as if she were dreaming!
Ah~ He's holding me in his arms right now!
This feeling~ Ah~ It's wonderful!
"Don't get distracted," Zhang Tianyu said softly. "We're his primary targets."
Hearing his pleasant voice, Ning Rongrong snapped back to her senses and hurriedly nodded.
Holding her, Zhang Tianyu leaped away from Yellow Springs. Ning Rongrong couldn't help crying out. To her alarm, Zhang Tianyu landed with her on a nearby rooftop.
Yellow Springs turned into a streak of black light and shot straight toward Zhao Wuji. At the same time, the fireballs began flying toward him from every direction.
Zhao Wuji let out a sigh inwardly, then said, "Tingting, let's stop. Let's stop fighting."
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