If they could take one hit, and the other side knew this was Shrek Academy's home ground, they surely would not 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 motionless Tang San statue beside him forward.
"Teacher Zhao!" His voice was low and urgent, his words tumbling out at breakneck speed. "Ning Rongrong's master is here! He started beating people the moment he arrived! First, he kicked Teacher Li flying, then he froze Tang San in place! Look, Tang San still can't move!"
Zhao Wuji's single eye widened sharply. Following Dai Mubai's gesture, he indeed saw Tang San's statue-like body, frozen where he stood.
"What?"
Dai Mubai's embellished account was like pouring fuel on the flames.
"Ning Rongrong skipped class during the day and refused to accept it when the dean criticized her a few times. Then she got into a conflict with me at night. Teacher Li stepped in to maintain order and discipline her normally, but she actually called in outsiders! Her master relied on his high cultivation to seriously injure 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 pointed precisely at the white-haired figure lying motionless on the ground in the distance.
Fire suddenly flared in Zhao Wuji's uninjured eye.
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? The continent's once-youngest Title Douluo. A Rank 95 Hyper 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 in place?
And he was standing openly inside Shrek Academy?
Did he really think Shrek Academy was some place any stray cat or dog could bully?
Zhao Wuji was covered in injuries, and the violent aura beneath the bandages around his head was completely ignited at that moment.
"Outrageous!"
A furious roar exploded from his throat.
Seven Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet. Two yellow, two purple, and three black, arranged in order as they bloomed with blinding light beneath the moonlight.
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 Avatar!"
The seventh Soul Ring suddenly shone brilliantly. Zhao Wuji's body rapidly expanded, his muscles bulging at a visible rate as his skin took on a dark metallic sheen. His height surged to nearly three meters, his shoulders as broad as city gates and his fists as large as millstones.
Mighty Vajra Bear.
Martial Soul Avatar form.
"Teacher Zhao, wait!" Dai Mubai's voice cracked. He grabbed Zhao Wuji's swollen arm, but its circumference was already nearly as thick as his waist, and he could not pull it at all. "Don't be impulsive! That person is very strong! Please listen to me first!"
Zhao Wuji ignored him completely.
The Immovable Wisdom King had lived for more than 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 had appeared out of nowhere. How powerful could he be, looking so young?
He did not care what Dai Mubai was saying, nor whether it was true or false.
This was the perfect chance to vent his frustrations and recover some face in front of the students.
Otherwise, would everyone really think Zhao Wuji was made of clay?
His three-meter-tall body took a step forward. The ground shook.
On the other side.
Yang Xing, who had been having a friendly conversation with Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, naturally noticed what was happening with Zhao Wuji.
Or rather, he had known from the very moment Zhao Wuji appeared and began speaking with Dai Mubai.
The physical enhancements brought by a Title Douluo's cultivation and the Eight Extraordinary Skills had long made his five senses far beyond those of ordinary people.
He did not need any special soul skill to hear the ugly exchange between Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji.
But why did Yang Xing not intervene? Simply because he was busy building a friendly bond with his good disciple and his possible future good disciples, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhao Wuji was far less important than cultivating his relationship with them.
As heavy Soul Power fluctuations surged from behind him.
A Rank 76 Soul Saint's full eruption, coupled with the amplification of a Martial Soul Avatar. Not weak. At the very least, he was noticeably stronger than that white-haired old man from before.
Yang Xing finally turned around helplessly.
Among the three girls, Xiao Wu was the first to notice Zhao Wuji, who had appeared directly in her field of vision in Martial Soul Avatar 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 the three black Soul Rings above his head, the absolute defense of the Immovable Wisdom King Body, and the sight of one palm strike sending Zhu Zhuqing flying and making Xiao Wu cough up blood.
Ning Rongrong instinctively reached out and grabbed Yang Xing's sleeve.
Only after doing so 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 slightly. Looking at Zhao Wuji's three-meter-tall Martial Soul Avatar form, she almost instinctively spoke at the same time.
"Teacher Zhao seems not to know what's going on. He's going to attack you..."
But before they could finish speaking, Yang Xing's figure had already vanished from before them.
Ning Rongrong's hand, clutching his sleeve, suddenly grasped nothing but air, her fingertips brushing against emptiness.
"Hm?" She froze for a moment.
The next second.
Everyone saw the same scene.
Zhao Wuji's three-meter-tall Martial Soul Avatar was charging toward them, his metallic fist already raised above his head, a Soul Power-filled blow about to crash down.
Then someone appeared before 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 that gigantic face twisted by fury.
Zhao Wuji's movements stopped.
Not because he wanted to stop.
Something had locked every muscle, every sinew, and every inch of bone in his body at the very instant he threw his punch.
His face was still twisted in a snarl. His mouth was open, his fist raised, one leg stepping forward.
But he could not move.
Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted wildly.
He strained. He used every ounce of strength in his body. In Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul Avatar form, his strength was enough to topple city walls. Yet now, it was as if he had been cast into an iron mold, his fist hanging motionless in midair.
That young face before him was close enough to touch.
No Soul Rings released. No Soul Power fluctuations. Nothing at all.
Yet he could not move.
Yang Xing looked up at Zhao Wuji's giant face hanging above him, twisted by rage and frozen stiff by terror.
The corner of his mouth curled upward.
"Can't move, can you?"
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