You Have Half My Former Bearing

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(Second update)

Before Yang Ming and the others, Zhao Wuji stood quietly on the ground, an invisible aura radiating from him that made no one dare underestimate him.

His bulging muscles, seemingly forged from steel and iron, were extraordinarily exaggerated, like a stone statue meticulously carved by the finest sculptor. Every inch of muscle contained explosive power.

His broad shoulders were as solid and heavy as a wall. No one doubted that being struck by them would feel like getting run over by a speeding truck, bones breaking on impact.

His shoes, far larger than an ordinary person's, pressed against the ground. With a slight twist and scrape, a faint crack sounded from beneath his feet. A shallow fissure appeared in the ground, just wide enough for a loach to poke its head through.

Gulp!

Yang Ming's ears twitched as he heard someone swallow nervously. They had evidently been intimidated by Teacher Zhao's imposing presence.

Yang Ming's expression tightened, and a trace of gravity appeared between his brows.

It had to be said that ever since transmigrating to Douluo Continent, aside from the Black Empress Clan that occasionally popped up, Zhao Wuji was the person who had placed the greatest pressure on him.

Zhao Wuji clearly wore a rather amiable expression, and his gaze even carried a hint of friendly amusement. Yet anyone caught by his eyes instinctively tensed their muscles.

Just like creatures in nature facing predators higher up the food chain—fear, concern, vigilance!

"Kids."

Zhao Wuji rolled his limbs and wrists, producing a series of bone-chilling crack, crack sounds. The corners of his mouth rose slightly in an inexplicable smile.

"Since all of you are exceptional talents who passed the second and third tests without examination, I'll be a little more serious and show you some real