Tang San Uses the Lineage-Ending Fist!

Lin Jiang's consciousness instantly sank into the system panel, locking onto "Tool Person Number One"!

[Ding! Godhood System mission issued!]

[Mission: Successfully attack Zhao Wuji's groin!]

[Mission reward: First soul ring age increased by 10 years!]

[Mission failure: First soul ring age reduced by 50 years!]

[Time limit: 60 seconds!]

The cold prompt sounded like thunder exploding in Tang San's battle-focused mind!

The groin?! Even Tang San's charging stride paused almost imperceptibly as an utterly absurd feeling shot straight to his head!

This system... why did it keep issuing such filthy missions?!

As a dignified disciple of the Tang Sect, when had he ever used such despicable methods in either life?!

Yet... the mission reward was simply too tempting!

His first soul ring's age would increase by 10 years!

This was an opportunity that could only be encountered by chance!

By comparison, the failure penalty—losing 50 years—sent a chill through his heart. He could not bear it!

At that lightning-fast, life-or-death moment of decision!

Zhao Wuji had been struck in a vital spot by Zhu Zhuqing, and his protective soul power instinctively surged toward the back of his neck.

Tang San had already rushed before him, his palm slightly curved as the force of Controlling Crane, Seizing Dragon was about to erupt!

"Opportunity won't come twice!"

His thirst for power and fear of punishment instantly overwhelmed all restraint and shame!

A nearly crazed resolve flashed through Tang San's eyes!

His Controlling Crane, Seizing Dragon palm, originally gathered with gentle deflecting force, abruptly changed forms within a tenth of a second!

His palm became a fist! His five fingers clenched tight, and soul power flooded into his arm without reservation!

"Ha!" With a suppressed roar, Tang San's right fist abandoned every exquisite variation, every profound principle of martial arts,

and, like a street thug in a brawl, carrying a do-or-die, unstoppable momentum, drove upward at the unguarded, imposing vital area between Zhao Wuji's legs—

and slammed into it viciously!

Bang!!!

A muffled sound, dull beyond measure and seemingly accompanied by the phantom crack of an eggshell breaking, abruptly rang throughout the assessment grounds!

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

A second earlier, Zhao Wuji had been fierce and imposing, like an enraged vajra. The teasing, wild expression on his face instantly stiffened!

Then, as if every bone in his body had been removed, or as if ten thousand mammoth elephants had stomped on his vital area at once!

His massive, mountain-like body suddenly curled into the shape of a cooked shrimp!

"Aow—!!! Fuck—!!!"

A howl of pain, utterly miserable and earth-shaking, tore through the air!

Zhao Wuji's rugged face instantly went from red to green, then from green to purple, before finally turning deathly gray!

Beads of sweat the size of beans poured crazily from his forehead and neck like a waterfall!

Both hands clutched his brutally injured vital area tightly,

and his huge body crashed to its knees with a heavy boom, like a mountain collapsing. Then he curled up and rolled about in agony. Where was even a trace of the Unmovable King's majesty?

The entire field fell silent!

A pin drop could be heard!

Xiao Wu, who had been preparing to launch a follow-up attack, froze completely in midair, her little mouth forming a perfect O.

Her beautiful rabbit eyes were filled with extreme shock and a hint of incredulous disgust?

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes, usually brimming with laughter, now widened round,

while her fair cheeks plainly said, "Who am I, where am I, and what did I just see?" Her bewilderment was immense, as was her deep contempt.

When had the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ever seen such vile and dirty attack methods?

Even Zhu Zhuqing, always as cold as frost and seemingly indifferent to all things, looked at Tang San with undisguised icy disgust and a trace of... lingering fear?

She instinctively took half a step back, as though merely standing near Tang San would contaminate her with something unclean.

The onlookers were even more like they had all been petrified, their jaws dropping to the ground.

After the brief silence came uncontrollable gasps and murmurs, rising and falling one after another.

"My god... he... he hit there?"

"This... this is way too despicable, isn't it?!"

"Teacher Zhao... just looking at it hurts..."

"Tang San looks so proper. How can he be so... so vulgar when he attacks?"

Feeling the shocked, contemptuous, disgusted gazes stabbing at him from every direction, Tang San's cheeks burned as well.

He endured the immense shame and swiftly withdrew his fist, his heart pounding wildly.

Yet the prompt that rang out in his mind at that moment instantly scattered all his embarrassment and discomfort:

[Ding! Mission complete! First soul ring age +10 years!]

An indescribable warm current instantly flowed into his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. He could clearly feel that his first soul ring had genuinely become more resilient!

Worth it!

Tang San's heart was instantly filled with immense satisfaction. All shame was replaced by this tangible increase in power!

Looking at Zhao Wuji rolling around on the ground in agony, having lost his ability to fight, a glint of "tactical success" flashed through his eyes.

He took a deep breath, striving to make his voice sound calm and firm as he announced to the curled-up Zhao Wuji on the ground, and to everyone present:

"We won!"

Zhao Wuji's huge body remained hunched over, his legs instinctively clamped together,

while his fierce bear-like face twisted grotesquely from the intense pain and extreme humiliation. Beads of sweat mixed with dirt rolled down from his temples.

He panted heavily, and every breath tugged at the nerves in his lower abdomen, bringing another piercing spasm.

After what felt like a century, he finally managed to straighten his back slightly. His bell-like eyes fixed fiercely on Tang San, the flames of rage within them nearly bursting forth to burn the blue-clad boy before him to ashes!

"Good! Very good!"

Zhao Wuji's voice rasped like sandpaper, hoarse with overwhelming hatred. Every word was like an icy shard squeezed through clenched teeth,

"I, 'Unmovable King' Zhao Wuji, have struggled through the soul master world for decades! I've earned plenty of bad reputations! It's not like I've never killed or set fires!"

"But even if I'm a fucking scoundrel, even if I'm shameless, I've never—never once—used such a lineage-ending, lowlife dirty trick!"

He suddenly stamped forward. The hard ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch as violent soul power swept outward like a tangible hurricane, making the surrounding air stagnate.

He pointed at Tang San, his finger trembling violently with rage:

"Brat! Today! If I don't beat your shit out of you and stuff it back into your mouth, then I'm not Zhao Wuji!"

"I'll make you remember with your body exactly what the dangers of society are! Exactly what the Unmovable King is!"

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"

With a deafening roar, Zhao Wuji's seventh soul ring suddenly erupted with abyssal black light!

His body swelled wildly as though inflated, while dense dark-golden fur burst from his skin.

In the blink of an eye, the human form was replaced by a Mighty Vajra Bear over five meters tall, its granite-like muscles knotted and bulging, radiating a terrifying primordial aura!

Those bear eyes, blazing with furious flames, locked tightly onto the tiny Tang San below!