Defeated in One Move, the Useless Xiao Wu

"Alright." Zhao Linchuan did not refuse.

Since the other party wanted to yield, he would accept it.

With a thought, his fourth Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

Zhao Linchuan lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his right foot and launched himself into the air. Like a great roc spreading its wings, he shot upward in an instant, soaring into the sky and hovering steadily nearly a hundred meters above the ground.

"Fourth Soul Skill—"

In the sky, Zhao Linchuan extended his right arm, palm facing downward, fingers spread wide.

A stream of blazing white light suddenly surged from his palm, condensing in the blink of an eye into an energy sphere roughly three meters in diameter.

The sphere was blazing white all over, its surface flowing with magma-like patterns and radiating scorching heat.

In an instant, the temperature in the air soared. The leaves of the grass and trees on the ground curled slightly beneath the heat waves, while even the soil began to crack.

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow at the sight and instinctively lowered his folded arms. A sense of danger instantly rose from the depths of his heart.

His muscles began to tighten, and the hairs along his spine stood on end beyond his control.

The sphere was still growing larger. Zhao Wuji was frantic, yet he could not make a move.

He had just said he would let Zhao Linchuan have three moves. If he attacked first now, he would be slapping his own face.

Li Yusong had already retreated far away. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted loudly:

"Old Zhao! You'd better block it!"

"Otherwise, our academy will be gone!"

At that moment, Zhao Linchuan finally finished charging his attack.

The sphere had expanded to around ten meters in diameter, hovering in midair like a blazing sun fallen into the mortal world.

Its radiance was so dazzling that no one dared look directly at it. Heat waves rolled outward, violently distorting the air for hundreds of meters around. The grass and trees withered, the soil cracked, and even the stones were baked full of fine fissures.

Zhao Linchuan shouted, his voice echoing between heaven and earth and making everyone's eardrums hum.

"Sun Fall!!"

As his words fell, the miniature sun suddenly plunged straight down from the sky toward the ground!

Zhao Wuji's brows drew tightly together. He could clearly sense the danger contained within that "sun."

If it truly struck the ground, it would unleash an utterly terrifying force, enough to turn everything within a hundred meters to ash.

Left with no choice, he shouted. His seventh Soul Ring lit up as he said coldly:

"Seventh Soul Skill—Vajra Bear Avatar!"

With his Martial Soul Avatar activated, Zhao Wuji's body instantly grew more than twice as tall. The muscles across his body swelled, and veins writhed beneath his skin like coiling dragons.

Brilliant golden fur rapidly covered his entire body, from the top of his head to his back, from his arms to the sides of his legs, wrapping him in a thick layer of golden hair. He looked as if he had become a true golden giant bear.

He did not dare hesitate. He stomped down hard, blasting two deep footprints into the ground as shattered stones flew and dirt surged upward.

Zhao Wuji shot into the air like a cannonball, charging straight toward the falling sun.

"Sixth Soul Skill..."

Boom—!

Hummm—!

The enormous explosion swallowed Zhao Wuji's voice.

Blazing white light exploded in midair like a flower of death suddenly blooming, turning half the sky into daylight.

Countless streams of blazing white fire burst through the air and scattered in every direction, falling to the ground like a meteor shower and igniting patch after patch of grass and trees.

A huge wave of energy spread outward from the center of the explosion, sweeping up the shattered stones, dust, and dead leaves on the ground like a miniature sandstorm.

Li Yusong and the others instinctively lowered their heads and covered their eyes with both hands, yet they could still feel that dazzling, searing white light through the gaps between their fingers.

The light was too intense. Even through their eyelids and fingers, it left lingering white spots in their vision.

Thud—!

A dull impact sounded.

Zhao Wuji fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After a long while, the blazing streams of light finally began to fade.

The temperature in the air slowly dropped. The scorching heat waves were scattered by the wind, leaving only charred earth and smoking grass and trees.

Only then did Li Yusong and the others dare open their eyes to inspect the battlefield. Ning Rongrong and the others hurried over as well.

"Old Zhao?" Li Yusong quickly came to a human-shaped crater in the ground.

Zhao Wuji lay sprawled inside the crater, every hair on his body burned away. He was completely bare, like a plucked chicken.

Although he still maintained the form of his Martial Soul Avatar, that was all he could do. He did not have an ounce of strength left in his body and clearly had no ability to continue fighting.

Li Yusong crouched by the crater and carefully examined Zhao Wuji from head to toe before he could not help bursting into laughter.

"Old Zhao, how did you become a bald bear?"

At those words, a rare flush of embarrassment appeared on Zhao Wuji's cheeks.

He hurriedly dismissed his Martial Soul Avatar and returned to his normal size. Then he stretched a hand toward Li Yusong and weakly waved it, saying urgently:

"Old Li, give me your coat, quick!"

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu and the others had also arrived.

Zhao Linchuan descended from the sky and landed steadily on the ground. His breathing was even, and his expression remained unchanged, as though that world-destroying strike had merely been a casual gesture.

Ning Rongrong stood between Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, biting her lower lip as she stared at Zhao Linchuan with shining eyes. An unprecedented, almost infatuated expression appeared on her face.

I really want to use thick bread to put him on "leave" and "hold" him steady...

Ning Rongrong's heart raced. If the situation had been more convenient, she truly would have wanted to take a bite out of Zhao Linchuan.

I can't hold it in anymore!!

She licked her lips. Before Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing could say anything, Ning Rongrong dashed toward Zhao Linchuan in a single stride!

The goose-yellow hem of her dress fluttered in the wind like a blooming winter jasmine, while the ribbon at her waist trailed a graceful arc behind her.

Then, beneath the utterly shocked gazes of Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong tilted her head back, rose onto her tiptoes, hooked both hands around Zhao Linchuan's shoulders, and directly kissed his lips!

"Oh my god! Rongrong—!!"

Xiao Wu clutched her head with both hands, her ten fingers buried in her hair, her eyes wider than bells.

An electric sensation instantly flashed from the top of her head, running down her spine and spreading through all four limbs, leaving her frozen in place.

"What are you doing?! That's my brother!!!"

Zhu Zhuqing covered her full chest with both hands, her ten fingers curling slightly inward. Watching the two of them in such an intimate posture, her heart pounded wildly.

A strange emotion instantly surged up from the depths of her heart.