Zhao Wuji's Assessment, Yu Xiaogang, You Have Ruined Me!

"Qin Jiuxiao, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

"I worked hard to cultivate my Soul Power after returning last time and broke through another level. So what if you are at level 39?"

"With the quality of my White Tiger Martial Soul, I will never lose to you."

Dai Mubai stood up, his muscles bulging, looking quite intimidating.

But Qin Jiuxiao didn't waste any words; he used Teleportation to appear right in front of him.

Before Dai Mubai could react, he threw two quick punches.

"Ah!"

Dai Mubai let out a miserable cry, covering his eyes as he stumbled back two steps.

When he lowered his hands, two dark bruises were clearly visible.

The surrounding crowd gasped. They wanted to laugh but bit their lips hard, their bodies trembling.

This Dai Mubai was usually a habitual evildoer, but they had always been too afraid to speak out.

Seeing him get taught a lesson now felt incredibly satisfying.

Serves him right!

"Qin Jiuxiao, you're courting death!"

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

He roared and charged forward, his White Tiger claws swiping straight at Qin Jiuxiao. With his strength as a Soul Elder, he could even shatter a boulder.

But Qin Jiuxiao simply crouched down, plucked a blade of grass, and slashed it through the air with a flick of his wrist.

An invisible sword energy tore through the air, severing the tiger claws and causing the White Tiger Martial Soul itself to dissipate instantly.

"Ah!"

Dai Mubai clutched his wrist. His entire palm had been sliced off, and bright red blood splattered across the ground, a shocking sight to behold.

Tang San, standing to the side, felt his pupils constrict. The look he gave Qin Jiuxiao made his back go cold.

This guy had become even stronger; what sharp sword energy.

And that was just a blade of grass. What if it had been a real sword?

If it were him, could he have blocked it?

Seeing that things had gone far enough, Flender stepped out.

"Everyone, today's enrollment ends here!"

"We will write down the rules clearly later. It won't be too late to sign up once the rules are out."

Flender chased everyone away, not wanting to lose any more face.

He then walked over to Dai Mubai, glanced at the wound, and felt a jolt of shock.

What a kid. Qin Jiuxiao was far too ruthless.

If not treated immediately, Dai Mubai's hand would surely suffer permanent damage for the rest of his life.

"Old Li, take Mubai to find a healing-type Soul Master. Get this hand reattached quickly."

Flender hurriedly ordered the old man to take Dai Mubai away so he wouldn't keep lingering in front of Qin Jiuxiao.

The sturdy old man nodded quickly, picked up Dai Mubai's severed palm, and supported him as they left in a hurry.

Only then did Flender turn to Qin Jiuxiao with a smile.

"Jiuxiao, do me a favor and don't bully the little ones anymore."

He now had an estimate of Qin Jiuxiao's strength: at the very least, he was a Soul King.

With such a powerful weapon, the outcome of the upcoming Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament was truly unpredictable.

Compared to making Shrek famous, this little incident with Dai Mubai was nothing.

"Come, come, I'll take you directly to the final round."

"In the world of Soul Masters, strength and talent are certainly important, but there is one other thing that is just as vital."

"That is actual combat experience."

"This fourth round is a combat test prepared specifically for you."

"It is also your first time working together."

However, Flender began to worry. Originally, this final round was supposed to be assessed by Dai Mubai; the students only needed to hold out for a few moves against him.

But now, Dai Mubai had been beaten into a serious injury.

Who else could assess the others?

As they walked, the group arrived at a relatively spacious plaza.

There, a burly figure was sitting with his eyes closed, resting. Even his arms were thicker than an average person's thighs.

After Qin Jiuxiao's group arrived, he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of playfulness in his gaze.

"Yo, so many little monsters passed the assessment this year."

"And Flender, you actually came too? It seems they are quite good."

"I happen to have some free time, so I'll handle this fourth round. It's been a while since I've moved, so I'll loosen up my joints."

Zhao Wuji stood up, his massive frame emitting a series of cracking sounds.

Flender tried to signal him with his eyes, but Zhao Wuji couldn't understand the hint.

"Flender, did you get sand in your eyes?"

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

As he spoke, he pushed Flender behind him and stepped in front of Qin Jiuxiao and the others.

"Little monsters, your opponent this time is me!"

"If you want to join the academy, your only chance is to last for the duration of one incense stick under my hands!"

"Let me introduce myself. I am the academy teacher Zhao Wuji. Outsiders call me the Immovable Bright King. I am a level 76 Power Attack System Battle Soul Saint, and my Martial Soul is the Vajra Bear."

"You have three minutes now to discuss your combinations and coordination freely."

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms, his playful gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji hadn't understood his meaning, Flender could only bite the bullet and smile.

"I will be watching from the side. Teacher Zhao won't use lethal force; you just need to hold on."

After saying this, he glared at Zhao Wuji and whispered a warning.

"Old Zhao, don't you dare act like a fool. These kids have deep backgrounds. Be careful not to get yourself cut down by those behind them."

Zhao Wuji waved his hand dismissively; he despised those who relied on their backgrounds to get through the back door.

This time, he would teach these young masters and misses a lesson.

On this side.

As soon as he heard they could form teams, Tang San's eyes lit up.

When it came to coordination, he and Xiao Wu had experience. If they wanted to deal with a Soul Saint to enter the academy, he figured Qin Jiuxiao would be helpless and would have to rely on his Tang Sect techniques.

And Xiao Wu could only team up with him.

He would make Xiao Wu beg him!

Tang San crossed his arms and stood still, though his gaze drifted involuntarily toward Xiao Wu.

"Brother Jiuxiao, what should we do? The opponent is a Soul Saint, the famous Immovable Bright King of the continent."

"Should we use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill like before?"

Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun came to his side, ready to perform their Martial Soul Fusion Skill at any moment.

But Qin Jiuxiao waved his hand.

The Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart trait he had obtained from Ning Rongrong allowed him to multitask with ease.

"Zhuqing, Zhuyun, I will lend you the power of my fourth soul ring later, and you two will perform the Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

"Rongrong, I can also use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with you; I will lend you the power of my fifth soul ring."

"As for Xiao Wu, she will team up with me, and we will go together."

Hearing this, the girls widened their eyes. Was such a thing even possible?

Hu Liena had also overheard their plan.

She looked at Qin Jiuxiao in disbelief. He actually had Martial Soul Fusion Skills with all these girls, and he was going to use them separately and simultaneously?

Could it be that he was the one from that battle earlier?

After they finished assigning their roles, they all nodded and stepped forward.

Tang San saw Xiao Wu standing by Qin Jiuxiao's side, unwilling to spare even a glance for him.

He became anxious immediately.

"Xiao Wu, why didn't you team up with me!"

But before Tang San could get close, Xiao Wu kicked him away.

"Don't come near me!"

Tang San was sent flying by the kick.

Just as he struggled to say something, his eyes widened.

He saw five soul rings light up on Qin Jiuxiao's body.

Black, black, black, black, black!

Not just Tang San, but even Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Hu Liena stood frozen in place.

Five rings!

Qin Jiuxiao was a Soul King, and all of his soul rings were ten-thousand-year ones!

Tang San shook his head and retreated continuously. He had thought he was a genius.

With the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Tang Sect techniques, he was supposed to be the protagonist of the world.

But at this moment, he had already begun to doubt himself.

His first soul ring was a hundred-year one, while others had ten-thousand-year ones. How was he supposed to compete?

"I am so powerful, yet you, Yu Xiaogang, have ruined me!"