Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger! Materialization, Object Manipulation

Clearly, Zhu Zhuqing recognized Dai Mubai at a glance. Seeing her fiancé fallen into such a state, her heart was filled with both rage and despair.

Soon.

Zhao Wuji frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the farce unfolding before him, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Enough! Save your personal matters for later! Are we taking the assessment or not?"

The pressure of a Spirit Saint erupted once more, leaving everyone breathless.

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the panic and embarrassment in his heart, and looked at Zhao Wuji.

"We will! We are taking the assessment!"

He knew this was not the time to dwell on personal matters; entering Shrek through the assessment was the most important thing.

Xiao Wu also composed herself, though her gaze remained icy when she looked at Tang San. She gripped Fu Qin's arm tightly, as if clinging to a straw for survival.

Ning Rongrong watched this scene with curiosity, her eyes darting between Tang San, Fu Qin, and Xiao Wu, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she enjoyed the spectacle.

Fu Qin stood in the center, feeling the emotional fluctuations from all sides, and felt a secret thrill.

Dai Mubai's appearance not only intensified the conflict between Tang San and Xiao Wu but also left Zhu Zhuqing completely disillusioned with him; for him, this was killing two birds with one stone.

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu, who was clutching Fu Qin's arm with a wounded expression, and felt so ashamed he could have died.

He knew that if he wanted to earn Xiao Wu's forgiveness, he would need to treat her a thousand times better and be loyal to her!

Next, as long as he successfully passed Zhao Wuji's assessment, his foundation at Shrek would be secure.

He looked at Zhao Wuji, a flash of eagerness in his eyes.

"Dean Zhao, we are ready." Fu Qin's voice was calm yet carried a hint of confidence as he looked directly at Zhao Wuji. "Please, go easy on us."

Zhao Wuji looked at Fu Qin, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"You've got guts. Good, since you're ready, the assessment begins now!"

Beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple spirit rings rose instantly. The aura of a Spirit Saint spread out, and the air in the entire assessment field seemed to solidify. A tough battle was about to begin.

The tactics for dealing with Zhao Wuji were almost unchanged from the original story.

The only difference was the addition of Fu Qin, the "little transparent."

Tang San provided control with Blue Silver Grass, Ning Rongrong provided support with her Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and Fu Qin, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing served as the main attackers.

This layout seemed standard, but with his three major buffs, the chances of winning would be infinitely magnified.

Fu Qin caught a glimpse of Ning Rongrong clenching her small fists, her eyes full of anticipation. On his panel, her favorability had already surged to 78 points, up another 13 points from just a moment ago.

"Move!" Tang San shouted in a low voice, and Fu Qin, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing charged out simultaneously.

Fu Qin's third spirit skill, "Heavenly Eye: Construction," activated instantly. The state of unity between man and nature caused everything around him to slow down.

The frequency of Zhao Wuji's muscle tremors, the trajectory of his spirit power flow, and even the flaws in his chest's rise and fall as he breathed were clearly presented before his eyes.

[Heavenly Eye: Construction: Five Senses Enhancement 100%, Dynamic Vision Lock, Weakness Insight +80%]

He raised his left hand, activating his first spirit skill, "Hundred Refinements: Materialization." Nine Mysterious Iron flying daggers flew out from his Soul Tool, silver light flickering as they were precisely controlled by his second spirit skill, "Divine Mechanism: Object Manipulation."

He had meticulously maintained these nine flying daggers, each one tempered using his Alchemy Gloves, reaching a level of sharpness far beyond ordinary cold weapons, bordering on the realm of magical artifacts.

Although Tang San knew he possessed this equipment, he had never seen him use it in actual combat. Seeing the daggers circling like living creatures, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Rongrong, boost my strength and speed!" Fu Qin shouted.

Ning Rongrong responded immediately. A phantom of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda appeared in her palm, and two brilliant beams of light shot toward Fu Qin.

"Brother Fu Qin, catch!" The pink spirit power merged into Fu Qin's body, and his strength attribute on the panel instantly skyrocketed by 20%, with speed also increasing by 20%.

The "Fate Arises and Fades" buff took effect. That "Brother Fu Qin" was called out so sweetly and urgently that Fu Qin's favorability rose by another 5 points, breaking through to 83.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass erupted simultaneously, countless vines bursting from the ground to entangle Zhao Wuji's legs.

"Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, attack his lower body!" he shouted, though his gaze drifted involuntarily toward Fu Qin.

He saw Fu Qin controlling the nine flying daggers, precisely avoiding Zhao Wuji's defenses and targeting his joints, armpits, and the back of his ears—every attack was perfectly timed.

Even more bizarrely, spirit power flowed from Fu Qin's fingertips, and as he neared Zhao Wuji, he tapped lightly on his upper garment.

"Hundred Refinements: Materialization" activated again!

The coarse cloth shirt on Zhao Wuji's body disintegrated instantly, turning into countless tiny strips of fabric controlled by "Divine Mechanism: Object Manipulation."

Like tiny blades, they burrowed into the seams of his clothes, digging deeper into his flesh.

"Bastard!" Zhao Wuji roared, his spirit power exploding outward, shattering the cloth strips and the entangling Blue Silver Grass.

He stood bare-chested, his bronze-colored muscles covered in fine, bloody scratches from the cloth strips.

But the moment his spirit power erupted, Fu Qin's Heavenly Eye: Construction had already captured the key.

Three inches to the right of his lower back, the flow of spirit power was noticeably sluggish—that was his vital point!

"Brother San, control him one more time!" Fu Qin shouted, while simultaneously signaling Xiao Wu with a glance.

Xiao Wu understood immediately. With her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul Possession, her figure turned into a pink flash of lightning, pouncing toward Zhao Wuji's front and wrapping her legs around his neck.

"Brother Tang San, hurry!" she shouted, though she caught a glimpse of Fu Qin gathering his spirit power and subconsciously slowed her movements to create an opening for him.

On the panel, Xiao Wu's favorability toward him had already soared to 440 points.

Tang San gritted his teeth and urged his Blue Silver Grass once more; this time, the vines were even thicker, binding Zhao Wuji's arms tightly.

Watching the tacit cooperation between Xiao Wu and Fu Qin, he felt both angry and helpless.

Clearly, he was the one who had been Xiao Wu's husband in their past life, yet in this one, her eyes and heart were filled only with Fu Qin.

Especially the intimate way Ning Rongrong had addressed Fu Qin just moments ago—it pricked his heart like a needle, yet he was utterly powerless to do anything about it.

He had indeed done things that betrayed Xiao Wu.

The moment Zhao Wuji was bound, Fu Qin moved.

His figure ghosted behind Zhao Wuji, his palm gathering a gentle yet strangely potent surge of soul power.

It was none other than the "Love Massage" he had been secretly practicing for a long time!

"Take this!"

As his fingertips pressed lightly against Zhao Wuji's vital point, a thread of internal energy mixed with soul power instantly invaded his body, precisely vibrating his glands.

Zhao Wuji's originally furious expression suddenly stiffened, his pupils dilated, and the ferocity on his face was gradually replaced by a bizarre sense of comfort. His entire body's muscles went limp, and his soul power fluctuations dropped by twenty percent in an instant.

"What... what kind of ghostly technique is this?"

Zhao Wuji felt his whole body go soft, experiencing an extreme sense of pleasure spreading from his lower back. It felt as if his entire being was soaking in warm water, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

Fu Qin did not let up, his figure flashing as he landed three consecutive palm strikes on different acupoints of Zhao Wuji, each one hitting the clusters of glands with pinpoint accuracy.

The effects of Love Massage stacked layer upon layer; Zhao Wuji's soul power fluctuations grew weaker and weaker, and the look of comfort on his face turned into a dazed stupor.