Beating Little Zhao to a Pulp

He was a Soul Sage of over level seventy, yet someone had appeared behind him without him noticing at all. That alone proved these people were extremely powerful.

"Are you Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Turtle Bastard?"

Zhao Yun sized up Zhao Wuji, who was still relieving himself in the darkness. A cold glint flashed through his eyes. That old bastard had been arrogant as hell during the day, and they had long wanted to teach him a lesson.

"May I ask who the five of you are?"

Zhao Wuji carefully examined the Five Tiger Generals. Having seen countless people in his life, he instantly sensed that every one of them was unfathomably powerful. Moreover, each of them radiated a solemn, murderous aura.

That killing intent was not directed at Zhao Wuji. It had been tempered through years of campaigns in heaps of corpses and the chaos of war. It was more than a hundred times stronger than anything one could cultivate in Slaughter City.

Even from a considerable distance, Zhao Wuji was terrified.

"We asked whether you're Zhao Wuji. Why the hell are you asking who we are?"

Zhang Fei's voice was naturally thunderous, and with his profound aura backing it up, Zhao Wuji did not dare say another word. He could only answer obediently.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm Zhao Wuji!"

"Then—" Before Zhang Fei could finish, Flender stepped out and said to the Five Tiger Generals, "I am Flender, the headmaster of Shrek Academy. This is Zhao Wuji, an instructor at our academy. If we have offended you in any way, please tell us!"

With his arms folded, Ma Chao took a step forward, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Offended us? Today, you offended someone you never should have offended. But it wasn't us. Understand?"

They had offended someone they should not have offended today? Could it be...?

Hiss!!!

It took Flender and Zhao Wuji less than two seconds to think it over. After exchanging a glance, they reached the same conclusion. If this had happened before, they might not have remembered so quickly. But when it came to today, the only person who had left a deep impression on them was that owner of Twin Martial Souls.

"What? Remembered now?" Zhao Yun asked.

Flender had usually warned Zhao Wuji to watch his mouth, saying that he might invite trouble one day. Well, now it had happened. He had provoked five people at once. Though Flender could not see through their cultivation, he could tell from the Five Tiger Generals' appearance and aura that none of them were weak.

"We were disrespectful toward that young friend with Twin Martial Souls during the day. What compensation do the five of you seek?"

Flender asked tentatively, hoping to settle a major matter with a minor price. But he did not know that the Five Tiger Generals had accepted Zhang Nan's task of giving Zhao Wuji a thorough beating. How could a single offer of compensation possibly resolve this?

"Compensation? That depends on how many Gold-Pattern Coins your lives are worth!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, releasing his soul rings beneath his feet. Immediately afterward, the soul rings of the other four generals lit up one after another. With every ring that appeared, Flender and Zhao Wuji grew more shocked. When the red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings emerged, both men's eyes widened enormously.

???

Good heavens!!!

They were actually five Title Douluo, and each one had a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Wasn't that utterly insane?

Since when had Douluo Continent produced so many powerful experts?

Flender and Zhao Wuji were dumbfounded. They had only guessed that the Five Tiger Generals were definitely stronger than them, but they never expected them all to be Title Douluo. Being Title Douluo would have been enough, yet every one of them even possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring...

This... this was far too absurd, wasn't it?

"Your Excellencies, w-would one thousand Gold-Pattern Coins be enough?"

Being beaten by five Title Douluo at once was not treatment they dared to enjoy. Zhao Wuji was the first to recover, but even his voice trembled. Flender beside him was not doing much better. He immediately pressed one hand to his chest respectfully and bowed.

"Your Excellencies, I-I will offer five hundred Gold-Pattern Coins!"

"Haha, your lives are worth so little? Then don't blame us for being merciless. That Zhao Wuji fellow—let Lord Fei see just how invincible you are!"

Fifteen hundred Gold-Pattern Coins? Were they trying to dismiss beggars, or dismiss five Title Douluo? Zhang Fei was genuinely amused by the amount they had quoted. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Zhao Wuji.

Before Zhao Wuji could even release his soul rings, he was sent flying. Bang! Bang! Bang! He crashed through two trees behind him and only stopped after slamming into the third.

"Cough, cough... Y-Your Excellency, I-I'll offer f-five thousand Gold-Pattern Coins..."

That punch made Zhao Wuji's internal organs churn violently. He coughed without stopping, nearly vomiting up last night's meal. Zhang Fei had not actually used much strength; it had been an ordinary punch. Otherwise, with Zhao Wuji being a Soul Sage in the seventies and not having activated his Martial Soul, one punch would have been enough to knock the breath out of him.

"Your Excellency my ass. Call me Lord Fei!"

He really did not know pain until the fist landed on his body. He had quoted one thousand just moments ago, then increased it fivefold after taking a punch. Impressive. Zhang Fei had originally only wanted an excuse to teach Zhao Wuji a lesson, but who would have thought Zhao Wuji still had room to raise his offer? Then he could not blame Zhang Fei for being merciless.

"L-Lord Fei, I'll offer fi—" Zhao Wuji tried to speak, but Zhang Fei's roar cut him off. "Why aren't you using your Martial Soul?"

Zhang Fei raised his fist, as large as a sandbag. As it shot forward, a fierce wind howled toward Zhao Wuji.

"First Martial Soul, Immovable Wisdom King Body, activate!"

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji swiftly activated his Martial Soul, but he was still a step too slow. Zhang Fei's blow sent him staggering back more than five steps. If he had activated his soul skill a little earlier, perhaps he would only have been forced back three steps.

He wanted to activate his Martial Soul and release his soul skills earlier, but he had no choice. If he took the initiative to display his soul skills, it would be no different from provoking the five Title Douluo. What awaited him then would not be merely a beating.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad! Let this grandpa see whether you have any stronger skills!"

Having not stretched his muscles in a long time, Zhang Fei felt completely invigorated after throwing that punch. He immediately followed with another full-force blow. Compared to the previous one, this punch carried the force of thunder as it charged straight at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji did not dare be careless.

"Third Soul Skill, Gravity Enhancement!"

Gravity Enhancement could reduce the speed and damage of an enemy's attacks. Zhao Wuji was fairly clever, immediately using this skill. However, he had overlooked one thing: Zhang Fei was a burst-type battle tank, and he was also a Title Douluo. Zhao Wuji's gravitational pressure was like tying a rubber band around Zhang Fei's hands and feet.

Other than making him uncomfortable, it did not affect his speed or strength in the slightest.

Boom!

A loud crash rang out. Sure enough!

Zhao Wuji was sent flying again. Fortunately, the Immovable Wisdom King Body and gravitational pressure allowed him to steady himself. Otherwise, he would have been sent crashing into a tree in utter disgrace once more.

Having just straightened up, Zhao Wuji felt like crying without tears. Including this time, he had already been knocked flying three times. Judging by the other man's expression, he did not seem ready to stop. Did he really intend to beat Zhao Wuji to death?

"Try this move of mine!"

Before Zhao Wuji could react, Zhang Fei leaped into the air and raised both fists. Like a silverback gorilla, he smashed down viciously at Zhao Wuji.