Fierce Battle with Soul Sage Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji

After raising the seven Soul Rings beneath his feet that represented the Soul Sage realm, Zhao Wuji took advantage of the surging momentum and said to Jiang Li:

"Kid, listen up. My name is Zhao Wuji. I'm the vice dean of Shrek Academy and a level 76 Soul Sage. Besides me, Shrek Academy also has another old bastard two levels higher than I am."

"If you join Shrek Academy, you'll receive careful guidance from two Soul Sage-level Soul Masters. You definitely won't lose out in the future."

If possible, Zhao Wuji naturally preferred a promising talent like Jiang Li to join Shrek Academy willingly rather than forcing him to join through violence.

However, if Jiang Li refused to listen, Zhao Wuji did not mind using force to make him submit.

A forcibly picked melon might not be sweet, but at least it quenched thirst, didn't it?

"Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji?!"

Zhu Zhuyun froze and glanced at the unremarkable middle-aged man before her.

This Zhao Wuji was no harmless fellow. It was said that when he was young, he had injured Titan's younger brother, the clan leader of the Clan of Strength, and had escaped their retaliation.

Later, for some unknown reason, he had offended Spirit Hall and been pursued by more than ten Spirit Hall bishops above level 60. After that, he vanished for a full decade.

Everyone had thought he was dead. Who would have expected him to be hiding in this tiny Soto City, and that he had even broken through to the Soul Sage realm?

Zhu Zhuyun then turned her gaze toward Jiang Li.

Little man, what would you do in a situation like this?

"As long as I hold out under you for ten minutes, this matter will be over, right?" Jiang Li asked Zhao Wuji without looking at Zhu Zhuyun.

Zhao Wuji's idea was fine, but Jiang Li had no intention of buying it.

Five years ago, he had already dared to snatch Xiao Wu away before Tang Hao, that Title Douluo, discovered her.

Much less a mere Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji?

Besides, Jiang Li also wanted to see just how great the gap was between his current self and a Soul Sage-level Soul Master.

If obtaining one's first Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring at level 50 as a Soul King was the first watershed in a Soul Master's career, then a level 70 Soul Sage was undoubtedly the second.

Soul Masters at this realm all possessed the same seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body.

With the boost of Martial Soul True Body, even the most ordinary Soul Master could unleash two hundred percent of their strength.

One had to know that even after becoming a Title Douluo, the dividing line between level 95 and level 96, the threshold of a Super Douluo, merely doubled the Soul Power within one's body.

This showed just how significant the Soul Sage realm's watershed truly was.

"Good kid, you're stubborn enough!" Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, completely unconcerned by Jiang Li's tactful refusal.

That was fine too. If this little fellow had truly been spineless, Zhao Wuji would still have made him join Shrek Academy.

But he might not necessarily have thought highly of him afterward.

This way, he could also test just what this kid was made of.

He then said, "That's right. As long as you can last ten minutes against me, this matter will be over."

However, no one noticed the trace of slyness that flashed through Zhao Wuji's seemingly straightforward and honest eyes.

What a joke. How could he possibly let this little fellow go?

At such a young age, Jiang Li had defeated that little brat Dai Mubai. If he could also last ten minutes without losing against Zhao Wuji, wouldn't that make him a monster among monsters?

And Shrek Academy loved monsters most of all. A talent like this belonged under Shrek Academy's banner.

Zhao Wuji crooked a finger at Jiang Li. "Kid, release your Martial Soul and come at me with everything you've got!"

"Then I won't hold back." Jiang Li answered, "Earthly Origin Civet, Spirit Avatar!"

Without further hesitation, he directly summoned the Martial Soul Summoning Grimoire.

However, this time, he did not choose to use the Dark Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, currently his strongest. Instead, he used Zhu Zhuqing's Earthly Origin Civet, the weakest among his current contractors.

"A special-type tool Martial Soul? Interesting."

Zhao Wuji watched Jiang Li use the Summoning Grimoire to summon a beast Martial Soul and undergo Spirit Avatar with great interest. "I wonder what its actual potential is like."

"Come on!" Zhao Wuji flexed his fingers, and his knuckles crackled loudly.

At his words, Jiang Li lightly tapped the ground with his toes and transformed into a black shadow as he charged toward Zhao Wuji.

Like an arrow released from a bowstring, he was so fast that layers of blurry afterimages trailed through the air.

The next second, Jiang Li's right foot appeared at Zhao Wuji's abdomen.

Just as it was about to strike, a large hand suddenly grabbed at him.

Jiang Li forcefully pushed off with his left foot. Before withdrawing his right foot, he directly kicked upward at Zhao Wuji's groin.

"Good kid!"

Zhao Wuji's brow twitched. He absolutely could not let Jiang Li's kick land solidly.

The hand that had been reaching for Jiang Li's right foot changed direction and pressed downward instead.

Jiang Li immediately changed moves again. He frantically circulated the Soul Power in his body, suddenly exerted force with his right foot in midair, and changed his kick into a stomp, planting his foot on Zhao Wuji's abdomen.

Bang!

The deep black Soul Power beneath Jiang Li's foot collided with the heavy earth-yellow Soul Power around Zhao Wuji's body, sending Soul Power scattering in all directions.

However, Jiang Li's goal this time was not to attack Zhao Wuji. He used the recoil generated by stomping on Zhao Wuji's body to flip backward through the air.

"Your speed isn't bad, but your strength is a little lacking." Zhao Wuji casually patted his clothes and gave his assessment.

Jiang Li said nothing and once again turned into a black shadow as he rushed at Zhao Wuji.

That had been Jiang Li's first time fighting with Zhu Zhuqing's Earthly Origin Civet Martial Soul. For a moment, he had not fully adjusted and was still using the fighting style of Xiao Wu's Soft-Boned Rabbit Martial Soul.

A rabbit Martial Soul was strongest in its legs. When an eagle hunted a rabbit, a single rabbit kick could leave the eagle questioning its life choices.

But a cat Martial Soul was strongest in its reaction speed and the claws on its paws. Even the fastest venomous snake could not avoid getting slapped in the face by a cat.

As for why cats sometimes could not even catch a cat teaser in front of their owners?

Think about it. Think carefully.

"Second Soul Skill, Earth-Origin Hundred Claws!"

Jiang Li's hands wildly slashed through the air, his sharp claws leaving a sky full of afterimages.

"So fast!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened. He had not expected Jiang Li's attack speed to be more than twice as fast as before.

His Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul had never been known for speed. When Jiang Li had attacked with his feet earlier, Zhao Wuji could still rely on his higher level to bully him a little.

Now that Jiang Li's speed had surged, trying to grab Jiang Li's hands with the strength of a Soul Sage as he had before was simply wishful thinking.

After all, he was a power-attack Soul Master, not an agility-attack Soul Master.

However, Jiang Li being fast did not mean Zhao Wuji had no way to deal with him.

Zhao Wuji was, after all, a battle-hardened Soul Sage. Even without using any Soul Skills, he was not someone a mere Soul Venerable could challenge.

Earth-yellow Soul Power gathered around Zhao Wuji's arms as he crossed them before his chest to block. No matter how Jiang Li attacked, he remained as steady as a mountain.

Although he could not break through Zhao Wuji's heavy defense at all,

Jiang Li did not care. He continued repeatedly using his second Soul Skill, Earth-Origin Hundred Claws, against Zhao Wuji, clawing at him madly.

Yet even as he attacked, he constantly shifted his body and changed his position.

Jiang Li's attacks might have been little more than scratching an itch to the thick-skinned Zhao Wuji. On the other hand, if Zhao Wuji landed even a single hit on him, Jiang Li would be in serious trouble.

So naturally, Jiang Li had to be careful—careful, and then even more careful.

"Tremor!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji let out a low shout and stomped hard on the ground.

With a muffled boom, the earth shook violently, and a ring of earth-yellow ripples spread outward.

Jiang Li's pupils shrank. "Not good!"