Deadly Folding Chair, Striking Only the Back of the Head

"With that build, he should be able to take a beating, right?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Su Chen as if she had seen a ghost.

Were there really nothing wrong with the brains of these two?

Ning Rongrong sighed. She felt so tired. Then the four of them gathered together and exchanged information about their Martial Souls and Soul Power.

When she heard the levels Su Chen and Xiao Wu reported, Ning Rongrong felt her delicate little head buzz, as though three enormous question marks had popped up above it.

What the hell?

Twelve years old, level thirty-seven Soul Elder? Level thirty-eight Soul Elder?

Did you grow up eating Jinkela?!

And that was not even the most outrageous part. What Xiao Wu said next was even more insane.

"Boss, help with support and crowd control later. I want to test my strength."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded seriously. "I want to try too."

Ning Rongrong went completely numb.

She suspected she had forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home today. What kind of bizarre teammates had she run into?

That was a renowned level seventy-six Soul Saint, the Immovable Bright King! One Soul Elder and one Soul Grandmaster actually wanted to "test his limits"?

Did Fish Leong give you all that courage?!

Over on the other side, Dai Mubai approached Zhao Wuji with fire blazing in his eyes.

"Teacher Zhao, it's that pretty-boy! That bastard who broke thirty-six of my bones a few days ago!"

His voice seemed to squeeze out through clenched teeth, brimming with venom.

"Teacher Zhao, please make sure to help me vent this anger during the assessment!"

Zhao Wuji scratched his head, looking deeply troubled.

Old Li had just made things clear to him. That little monster Su Chen was Shrek's future ancestor. He had to go easy on him—if Su Chen so much as got scratched, selling Zhao Wuji himself would not be enough to compensate for it.

But Dai Mubai was also an old hand at the academy, and he had contributed plenty of sponsorship money. He could not exactly ignore his benefactor's request.

"Fine."

Zhao Wuji sighed. "I'll let him have a taste of suffering later."

In the arena, an incense stick burned out.

Zhao Wuji rolled his neck, his joints crackling. "Little brats, ready for a beating?"

Without another word, Xiao Wu activated Martial Soul Possession. Rabbit ears sprang from her head, and three rings of light rose beneath her feet.

Yellow, purple, purple!

Ning Rongrong's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

A thousand-year ring as the second ring?

That completely violated all the theoretical common sense taught in compulsory education!

"Hey, time to move," Su Chen reminded the motionless Ning Rongrong.

Only then did Ning Rongrong snap back to her senses and hurriedly get to work.

"First, Strength! Second, Speed!"

Two dazzling streams of light entered Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's bodies, increasing their strength and speed by thirty percent.

Zhao Wuji took one look and raised his brows. Well, well, a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had slipped into this year's freshmen.

"Not bad!"

Xiao Wu praised him, and her figure instantly vanished!

The next second, she appeared behind Zhao Wuji like Gui Mei, her scorpion braid wrapping around his neck.

"Crow Flies the Plane!"

Xiao Wu violently exerted force through her waist, intending to give Zhao Wuji an Uprooting the Willow.

However, she could not pull him up.

Zhao Wuji stood perfectly still. He was so idle that he even picked his nose.

Zhu Zhuqing attacked from the flank. Hell Stab activated, and her cat claws scraped back and forth over Zhao Wuji's rock-hard waist.

This was not a fight. It was purely a free scraping service.

"Little monsters, even a scraping therapist puts more strength into it than you do!"

Zhao Wuji burst into laughter. With a shake of his arm, he sent the two girls flying away.

Then he sank his qi into his dantian and lowered his stance, locking onto Ning Rongrong, who stood in the back casting skills.

In a team fight, kill the support first.

He spread his thick legs and charged toward Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong went pale with fright. As an Auxiliary System Soul Master, what life-saving abilities did she have?

Save me!!!

Just then, a figure moved even faster!

Su Chen activated his flying Soul Tool, arriving beside Ning Rongrong first. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist and soared into the air!

Zhao Wuji pounced like a starving tiger and hit nothing but air.

He lay sprawled on the ground, raising his head blankly at the two people floating overhead.

How could this kid fly?

In midair.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face was crimson, and her heart pounded like a little drum.

Since childhood, aside from her father and the two grandfathers known as Sword and Bone, no male creature had ever touched so much as one of her fingers.

How could this guy be like this!

He had grabbed her waist without even saying hello.

He had no gentlemanly virtue at all! Though his chest was pretty solid.

The battle below continued.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing regained their footing and launched another fierce assault.

Zhao Wuji was getting irritated by these two slippery girls clinging to him like loaches, so he decided to stop playing around.

If he did not show these ignorant rookies some color, how was the Immovable Bright King supposed to maintain his reputation in the Soul Master world?!

With a roar, he activated Martial Soul Possession, transforming into the Vajra Bear.

Brownish-yellow fur grew wildly, his body swelled by an entire size, and seven Soul Rings rose at once: two yellow, two purple, and three black.

He swung his massive palm and activated his second soul skill, Vajra Palm! It came straight for Xiao Wu's back.

In midair, Su Chen curled his lips into a smile.

First soul skill, 100% Barehanded Blade Catch, activated.

"Fuck?"

Zhao Wuji lost his balance. His bear paw stopped strangely in midair, then his knees suddenly went weak.

Even more absurdly—

After landing, not only did he fail to faceplant, his knees instead pressed together as he smoothly slid forward.

In the end, he stopped directly beneath Su Chen, raised both hands, and assumed a standard Barehanded Blade Catch opening stance!

[ Ding, you created an absurdity and gained 500 Abstract Value ]

The entire place fell silent.

Ning Rongrong was utterly dumbfounded when she saw Su Chen's three Soul Rings.

Bro, are you kidding me?

Three Soul Rings, three colors?

Dai Mubai rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

What kind of fit had Teacher Zhao suddenly developed?

But this scene looked familiar! That old eunuch from the Star Luo Empire palace had knelt exactly like this back then!

Zhao Wuji himself was also stunned, his mind completely blank.

What happened to me? Why am I kneeling? Why can't I control my body?!

Xiao Wu had originally prepared herself to take the attack head-on.

But after seeing this scene, how could she possibly let such an opportunity pass? She teleported behind Zhao Wuji, somehow already holding a Solid Wood Folding Chair.

She swung the chair and wildly smashed it against the back of Zhao Wuji's head.

"Eighty!"

"Eighty!"

"That makes three hundred and twenty!"

Wood chips flew everywhere. Zhao Wuji was beaten until stars danced before his eyes and his head buzzed furiously.

Before he could even understand why he had knelt, he received a savage beating.

"Hell Hundred Claws!"

Zhu Zhuqing was equally merciless, taking his life while he was down.

Her sharp claws struck crazily, leaving dozens of bloody marks across Zhao Wuji's back.

Zhao Wuji flew into a rage. What the fuck was going on?

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji regained control of his body in the midst of his fury and instantly activated his third soul skill, Gravity Enhancement.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing immediately felt their bodies grow heavy, as if hundred-kilogram sandbags had been strapped to them. Their speed plummeted.

Suppressing his rage, Zhao Wuji once again swung his huge palm at Zhu Zhuqing.

But the moment his palm rose, that damned feeling of weakness descended again!

Thud!

Zhao Wuji's knees crashed into the ground once more, making the earth tremble.

This time, amplified by Gravity Enhancement, his knee-slide was even fiercer. His knees forcibly plowed two deep trenches into the ground!

His hands once again rose uncontrollably over his head and pressed together.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had long formed a tacit understanding. One flashed forward and flying-kicked his chin, while the other circled behind him and fiercely attacked his back. Their coordination was flawless!

Zhao Wuji was nearly going insane.

A dignified level seventy-six Soul Saint had completely become a voice-controlled puppet and living punching bag in this battle.

"Kid! What kind of crooked, evil soul skill are you using?!"

Zhao Wuji tilted his head back and roared in humiliation.

He finally understood. That kid in the sky had to be behind his inexplicable kneeling.

Holding Ning Rongrong, Su Chen leisurely directed the battle from above.

"Xiao Wu, don't ram him with your head. That old bastard's head is tough—use your legs to twist his neck!"

"Zhuqing, attack his lower body!"

That air of commanding the battlefield left Ning Rongrong utterly stunned.

The time it took an incense stick to burn reached its end amid Zhao Wuji's thirty-eight consecutive fancy knee-slides.

Zhao Wuji's face was bruised and swollen, his entire body covered in dirt. He lay in a pit, utterly devoid of the will to live.

Whenever he tried to attack, he would drop to his knees and slide.

He even felt as if calluses had formed on his knees.

Su Chen put away his flying Soul Tool and descended steadily with Ning Rongrong.

The instant Ning Rongrong's feet touched the ground, she hurriedly stepped back two paces with a flushed face, her heart still pounding wildly.

Dai Mubai hid behind a tree, not daring to show his face.

Revenge?

Revenge, my ass.

That freak could grind Teacher Zhao into the ground. Wouldn't going up there himself just be serving up a free meal?

It seemed he had no choice but to wear that shining green hat.

And he would have to wear it well, wear it beautifully, wear it until he croaked with delight.

Xiao Wu had fought to her heart's content and ran over to claim credit.

"Boss, this stupid bear is pretty durable. We can keep him around as a free punching bag later."

Zhao Wuji's eye twitched violently.

Listen to that. Was that something a human would say?

I'm the mighty Immovable Bright King, and in your eyes I'm just a fucking punching bag?

The way Ning Rongrong looked at Su Chen had changed from looking at a madman to looking at a god.

What genius had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not seen before?

But someone who could walk a Soul Saint around like a dog? This was the first time she had ever seen one in her life.

Coming to Shrek Academy had been absolutely the right choice.

She had to lure this monster back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Teacher Zhao, we passed, right?" Su Chen asked.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand as if shooing away a plague god.

"Passed, passed!"

Li Yusong sprang out from the side, so excited that he slapped his thigh repeatedly.

They had struck gold!

They had truly struck gold!

Who cared whether Zhao Wuji had gotten beaten up? With that bizarre battlefield control and those three heaven-defying Soul Rings, even if Shrek Academy's ancestral graves smoked, they would never recruit a monster like this!