"Teacher Zhao's Martial Soul is the Vajra Bear, combining strength and defense."
"With his rock-solid defense, even an opponent of the same level would have a hard time breaking through it."
Upon hearing Zhao Wuji's name, Ning Rongrong looked utterly incredulous.
She cried out:
"What? He's the Immovable Wisdom King Zhao Wuji, who fought his way out through a bloody siege while being pursued by more than a dozen Soul Masters from Spirit Hall?"
"Rumor has it he vanished without a trace after that. I never imagined he'd come here to work as a teacher."
The Immovable Wisdom King.
As the name suggested, he had incredibly powerful defense and stamina.
And with the gap in their levels, breaking through Zhao Wuji's defense was practically impossible.
Xiao Wu turned to Tang Wu:
"Brother Wu, you're the best at coming up with ideas. Hurry and think of a way with that invincible Martial Soul of yours!"
"Now, don't go saying things like that—"
Tang Wu rushed forward and clamped a hand over Xiao Wu's mouth, forcibly cutting off her attempt to jinx them.
As everyone knew,
without overwhelming strength, "invincible" wasn't a good word to use.
"Before we begin, let's each explain our Martial Souls."
Tang Wu let go of the little rabbit and addressed the other two girls.
Hearing this,
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing nodded, having no objections.
Only by knowing each other's Martial Souls could they bring their full strength to bear in the teamwork ahead.
Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly and introduced herself first:
"I'm Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and I'm a Level 26 Support System Soul Master."
"I'm Zhu Zhuqing. My Martial Soul is the Hell Spirit Cat, and I'm a Level 27 Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cool and clear.
After introducing themselves, the five of them felt a little more familiar with one another.
"Brother, same as always—you'll arrange the tactics, right?"
"No problem."
Although Tang San no longer followed the control-system path, managing the rhythm of a fight was no problem for him.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing didn't object. One was an assassin and the other a support, so neither was suited to planning out a battle.
Under Tang San's arrangements, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing would handle the feints.
Ning Rongrong would provide the team with buffs, while Tang San would act as the team's center, coordinating everyone and directing the flow of the fight.
And the final trump card was, naturally, Tang Wu.
Time slipped by, and the incense stick planted in the ground had nearly burned out.
"All right, time's up."
Looking at the incense that had burned down to nothing, Zhao Wuji lit another stick.
"If you can hold out against me for the time it takes this incense to burn, I'll declare that all of you have passed."
"Now... the test begins!"
The instant Zhao Wuji finished speaking, two figures, one pink and one black, shot toward him from either side.
Xiao Wu's long legs slammed into his chest.
A muffled clang, like metal striking metal, rang out.
Zhu Zhuqing's figure melted into the darkness, leaving only a blurry shadow in sight.
When she appeared again, her claws raked without mercy at the weak points on Zhao Wuji's body. But her attacks simply weren't strong enough to break through his defense.
When her strike failed, Zhu Zhuqing vanished into the darkness once more.
"With attacks as feeble as tickles, you'll never break through my Immovable Wisdom King's defense!"
After using Martial Soul Possession, Zhao Wuji blocked the attacks with ease using his Immovable Wisdom King Body.
He spread his fan-like hands and grabbed for Xiao Wu in front of him.
"Not good! Come back, Xiao Wu!"
Seeing Xiao Wu in danger, Tang San pulled the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around her waist taut and swiftly reeled her in.
Using her as a human meteor hammer, he yanked her back.
"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Enhancement!"
As Zhao Wuji's voice rang out, everyone felt their bodies sink, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs.
Even their movements slowed.
But that wasn't all. Zhao Wuji continued shouting:
"Fourth Soul Skill: Positioning Tracking!"
"Let me teach you little monsters a lesson: in a team battle, the most important thing is to take out the enemy team's support Soul Master as soon as possible."
A purple Soul Ring detached from Zhao Wuji and locked directly onto Ning Rongrong.
Once his Soul Skill had fixed on its target, he leaped high into the air, his triumphant voice ringing out...
"Second Soul Skill: Blue Silver Connection."
Three lines of energy emerged from Tang San and connected to Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing.
His second Soul Skill, Blue Silver Connection, could create up to three lines of energy, connecting to different targets.
While connected,
those linked could gain a boost to their Soul Power and a slight increase in their Soul Power recovery speed.
The lines could also connect to the Blue Silver Grass around them, allowing Tang San to recover his own Soul Power.
If all three lines connected to Blue Silver Grass, he could recover a third of his Soul Power in total, greatly increasing his endurance.
After doing all that, Tang San shouted to Tang Wu:
"Xiao Wu!"
"Got it. Third Soul Skill: Fly Up!"
Tang Wu understood at once.
The Soul Ring at his feet flashed. It wasn't an ordinary Soul Ring configuration, but yellow, purple, and purple.
At that moment, this astonishing configuration—unheard of in this era—appeared before everyone for the first time.
But before anyone had time to be surprised,
Tang Wu's third Soul Skill, Seed Mimic, could transform into all kinds of plant seeds.
Among them was a plant capable of flight, called Flying Wing Glider Grass.
The Flying Wing Glider Grass attached itself to Tang San. Its wings beat, carrying him into the air.
With his Blue Silver Connection Soul Skill, Tang San carried the other three up into the air with him.
By all rights, Tang San shouldn't have been able to lift the others into the air.
After all, a Soul Skill geared toward support shouldn't have been capable of doing that.
And yet...
Perhaps because Tang Wu and Tang San shared the same mother, their Martial Soul Origins were so similar that they produced an effect like a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Of course, it was also possible that this was why their Soul Skills were judged to be one and the same.
When Tang Wu had stumbled upon this by chance, he'd been incredibly excited, thinking the two of them might have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
But it turned out he'd been getting ahead of himself.
No matter how Tang Wu and Tang San tried, nothing happened. Apart from the ability to fly, no other miracle like that ever occurred.
With Ning Rongrong suddenly flying into the air, Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Skill missed completely, its target now out of reach.
He looked up at the five of them in the sky. With his short legs, he couldn't reach them even if he jumped.
Fuming, Zhao Wuji cursed:
"So you're all picking on old Zhao because he can't fly, huh? Come down here if you've got the guts!"
"Then come up here if you've got the guts!"
Xiao Wu didn't hold back. She pulled a funny face and taunted Zhao Wuji furiously from above.
Now that they could fly, his Gravity Enhancement was useless. He couldn't control them at all.
"Flying is the highest realm of enjoying freedom."
Tang Wu gazed at the clear blue sky before him, so close it seemed within reach.
Of all the abilities humans longed for, flight was one of the most intuitive expressions of freedom.
"This is my first time flying on my own. It's so much fun!"
Looking down at the ground far below, Ning Rongrong's brief fright gave way to delight.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but from the way she gradually relaxed, it was clear she didn't mind the feeling either.