Zhao Wuji: I'm Not Made of Clay!

If they could withstand one hit, and the other side knew this was Shrek Academy's home ground, they definitely wouldn't dare go too far.

Dai Mubai instantly adjusted his expression. The coldness in his evil eyes faded, replaced by extreme indignation.

He lowered his voice, stepped sideways, and pushed the frozen Tang San statue beside him forward.

"Teacher Zhao!" His voice was low and urgent, his words spilling out rapidly. "Ning Rongrong's master is here! He started beating people the moment he arrived! He kicked Teacher Li away first, then froze Tang San! Look, Tang San still can't move!"

Zhao Wuji's single eye widened sharply. Following Dai Mubai's pointing finger, he indeed saw Tang San's statue-like body frozen in place.

"What?"

Dai Mubai's embellished account was like pouring oil on the flames.

"Ning Rongrong skipped class during the day and refused to accept it when the headmaster criticized her a little. Then she clashed with me tonight. Teacher Li stepped in to maintain order and discipline her normally, but she actually called in an outsider! Relying on his high cultivation, her master seriously injured Teacher Li first, then bullied us students! Look at Teacher Li! He was sent flying more than ten meters away and still can't get up!"

His finger accurately pointed toward the white-haired figure lying motionless on the ground in the distance.

Flames abruptly surged in Zhao Wuji's uninjured eye.

Yesterday.

Yesterday, that damned Tang Hao had suddenly appeared at the academy and beaten him without a word. One punch had blasted him from the training ground into a wall, leaving his face covered in blood and three bones broken.

Who was Tang Hao? Once the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent. A level ninety-five Super Douluo.

He accepted it. He had nothing to say.

But now another one had come today?

Some young brat who had appeared out of nowhere dared to bully Shrek?

He had beaten Li Yusong? Frozen Tang San?

And he was standing openly inside Shrek Academy?

Did he really think anyone could come and bully Shrek Academy?

Zhao Wuji was covered in injuries, and the violent fury beneath the bandages around his head was completely ignited at that moment.

"How dare you!"

A thunderous roar exploded from his throat.

Seven soul rings rose beneath his feet. Two yellow, two purple, and three black, arranged in sequence, blooming with dazzling light beneath the moon.

Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically.

Not because Zhao Wuji had released his soul rings, but because at the same time, Zhao Wuji had shouted those four words.

"Martial Soul True Body!"

The seventh soul ring suddenly blazed. Zhao Wuji's body rapidly expanded, his muscles bulging at a visible rate as his skin took on a dark metallic sheen. He surged to nearly three meters tall, his shoulders as broad as city gates and his fists as large as millstones.

Mighty Vajra Bear.

Martial Soul True Body form.

"Teacher Zhao, wait!" Dai Mubai's voice cracked. He grabbed Zhao Wuji's swollen arm, but its circumference was now nearly as thick as his waist. He could not hold him back at all. "Don't act rashly! That person is very strong! Listen to me first!"

Zhao Wuji ignored him completely.

The Immovable Wisdom King had lived for over fifty years. Yesterday, Tang Hao had treated him like a punching bag, and today someone else had come to cause trouble at the academy? He had already been humiliated enough.

Now Ning Rongrong's master, who knew where he had come from, had appeared. He looked so young—how powerful could he possibly be?

Zhao Wuji did not care what Dai Mubai was saying, nor whether it was true or false.

This was the perfect chance to vent his anger and recover some face before the students.

Otherwise, wouldn't everyone really start treating Zhao Wuji like he was made of clay?

His three-meter-tall body took a step forward. The ground shook.

On the other side.

As Yang Xing was having a friendly exchange with Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, he naturally noticed Zhao Wuji's arrival.

Or rather, he had known from the moment Zhao Wuji appeared and began speaking with Dai Mubai.

The physical enhancements brought by being a Titled Douluo, along with the Eight Extraordinary Skills, had long made his five senses far stronger than those of an ordinary person.

Without using any special soul skill, he could clearly hear the despicable conversation between Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji.

But why did Yang Xing not intervene? Because he was busy fostering a friendly bond with his dear disciple and his potential future disciples, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhao Wuji was nowhere near as important as building rapport with them.

As heavy soul power fluctuations came from behind him.

A level seventy-six Soul Sage unleashing his full strength, amplified by his Martial Soul True Body. Not weak. At least much stronger than that white-haired old man from earlier.

Yang Xing finally turned around helplessly.

Among the three girls, Xiao Wu was the first to notice Zhao Wuji, who had directly appeared in her field of vision in his Martial Soul True Body form. She jolted and blurted out, "Teacher Zhao?!"

Ning Rongrong turned around as well.

The instant the three-meter-tall Diamond Bear humanoid form entered her sight, memories of yesterday's entrance examination flooded back. The terrifying pressure of those three black soul rings above his head, the absolute defense of the Immovable Wisdom King Body, and the scene of him sending Zhu Zhuqing flying with one palm strike and making Xiao Wu cough up blood.

Ning Rongrong's hand reached out instinctively and grabbed Yang Xing's sleeve.

Only after she had done it did she realize what she had done, but she did not let go.

"Master." Her tone tightened slightly. "Why is Teacher Zhao here too...?"

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside her, her catlike eyes narrowing. Looking at Zhao Wuji's three-meter-tall Martial Soul True Body, she almost instinctively spoke at the same time.

"Teacher Zhao seems not to know what's going on. He's about to attack you..."

But before they could finish, Yang Xing's figure had already vanished from before them.

Ning Rongrong's hand, clutching his sleeve, suddenly grasped at nothing, her fingertips touching empty air.

"Hm?" She froze for a moment.

The next second.

Everyone saw the same sight.

Zhao Wuji's three-meter-tall Martial Soul True Body was charging toward them. His metallic fist was raised overhead, a soul-power-filled punch about to come crashing down.

Then someone appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Ten centimeters.

Face to face.

The one-meter-eighty-five young man stood before the three-meter-tall Diamond Bear, looking up at the enormous face twisted in rage.

Zhao Wuji's movements stopped.

Not because he wanted to stop.

Something had locked every muscle, every sinew, every inch of bone in his body at the instant he threw his punch.

His face remained savage. His mouth hung open, his fist raised, his leg mid-step.

Yet he could not move.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted wildly.

He strained. He exerted every ounce of strength in his body. The Mighty Vajra Bear in Martial Soul True Body form possessed enough power to topple city walls. Yet at this moment, it was as though he had been poured into an iron mold, his fist hanging motionless in midair.

That young face before him was close enough to touch.

No soul rings had been released. No soul power fluctuations. Nothing.

Yet he could not move.

Yang Xing looked up at Zhao Wuji's giant face hanging above him, twisted by rage and stiffened by terror.

The corner of his mouth curved upward.

"Can't move, can you?"