Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji (2)

Black Fog moved with Zhao Wuji.

An Chen stood where he was without taking half a step back.

This was what he had been waiting for—the instant Zhao Wuji came close.

His senses detected the flow of Zhao Wuji's Soul Power within the fog. The moment Zhao Wuji lifted his foot and planted it down, a fleeting opening appeared.

Spirit Vision was useless against a Soul Saint, but his perception within the fog was his greatest advantage.

"Tang San! Now!" An Chen shouted.

The mark—Detonate.

Zhao Wuji's vision went dark, and the circulation of his Soul Power stalled for an instant.

Before he could react, Tang San's right fist had already landed on his chest, light as a feather. Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon—borrowing force to redirect force.

Still dazed, Zhao Wuji's forward-driving force missed its mark, and his entire body was pulled into a stagger forward.

At some point, Xiao Wu had gotten back up and pounced from behind.

Her legs wrapped around Zhao Wuji's waist, her hands locked around his ankles, and her Waist Bow activated at full force. Borrowing the momentum of the spin, she swung Zhao Wuji's entire body into the air.

After three rotations, his head faced downward.

An Chen did not stop. He charged out from the edge of the fog, swung the Iron Pot in a full arc, and slammed its bottom heavily into Zhao Wuji's back with a howl of wind. With that extra blow, Zhao Wuji fell even faster.

Boom!

Dust flew everywhere as Zhao Wuji's head buried itself completely in the dirt.

An Chen panted heavily and backed away two steps.

Zhao Wuji pushed against the ground with both arms and pulled his head free, then shook his dust-covered head.

"Interesting." He grinned. "You five brats actually have tricks like that."

An Chen's pupils narrowed slightly.

The muscles all over Zhao Wuji's body began to swell. He shot up by more than a meter, thick brown fur pushing out from beneath his skin. His eyes turned brownish yellow, and seven Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—rose simultaneously around him.

Vajra Gigantic Bear Martial Soul Possession. He was getting serious.

And he would still need to use his Martial Soul Avatar later. He really could not afford to lose.

Without showing any reaction, An Chen pulled a Sausage from his Ring, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Soul Power flowed down his throat and into his limbs, restoring some of his strength.

The savory flavor spread across his tongue. Oscar really was good at this.

He glanced at the incense on the ground. Only one-third of it had burned.

A sharp gleam flashed through An Chen's eyes as Spirit Vision silently activated.

In his serious state, Zhao Wuji's Ether Body looked like a solid piece of red-hot iron. Soul Power surged beneath his skin like magma rolling through a riverbed.

Against a monster like this, An Chen's Black Fog probably could not even block his vision.

A level seventy-six Soul Saint getting serious marked the true beginning of this examination.

An Chen's intuition screamed wildly. The Listener's ability let him "hear" the wind above him. He raised his head and saw Zhao Wuji already in midair, a fist the size of a washbasin descending with a vast shadow.

"Scatter!" An Chen shouted.

The five scattered in all directions. With a boom, Zhao Wuji's fist struck the spot where An Chen had just stood, smashing a half-foot-deep crater into the ground and sending shattered stones flying.

The shockwave threw An Chen into a tree. He grunted, rolled across the ground, and quickly widened the distance.

Damn, Zhao Wuji really couldn't afford to lose. He was getting this serious against us freshmen? An Chen grumbled inwardly.

He was simply too fast. In his serious state, Zhao Wuji's strength and speed were on an entirely different level.

"Teacher Zhao!" Dai Mubai rushed in from the edge of the field. "They're still children. It's only an entrance exam, so please show some restraint..."

Zhao Wuji did not even turn his head and casually waved a hand.

Dai Mubai was sent flying, smashing into the wall surrounding the field. He slid down and did not get back up for a long while.

"There are no children in an examination arena." Zhao Wuji withdrew his hand, his voice calm. "There are only examinees."

Examinees my ass. What kind of exam is this? An Chen's heart sank to the bottom.

"Children, come on. Let's continue." Zhao Wuji strode toward Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Under An Chen's Spirit Vision, Zhao Wuji's Soul Power surged beneath his skin like a tide. With every step, Soul Power flowed from his core into his legs, then returned the instant his feet touched the ground.

"Tang San, his Soul Power is concentrated in his lower body. There's an opening up top," An Chen reminded him quietly.

"Xiao Wu, Meteor Human Hammer." Tang San gave a low shout.

Xiao Wu tapped off Tang San's shoulder with her toes and shot forward, feet first, straight toward Zhao Wuji's head.

Dozens of Blue Silver Grass vines burst out around Tang San at once, lashing toward Zhao Wuji from different directions.

Zhao Wuji raised a hand and swatted at Xiao Wu.

An Chen saw the Soul Power in Zhao Wuji's arm suddenly surge. That palm strike was packed with force.

"Xiao Wu, change direction!" An Chen shouted.

Before Xiao Wu reached Zhao Wuji, she abruptly changed course, and Zhao Wuji's palm struck empty air.

She swept past him from the side and kicked Zhao Wuji in the shoulder.

That kick did not even make Zhao Wuji sway.

Zhu Zhuqing had not been idle either.

The two yellow Soul Rings on her body lit up at once. The pupils in her blue and green eyes suddenly narrowed into slits as she silently accelerated forward. Her body rose into the air, curled into a ball beneath the wrapping of Soul Power, and spun at high speed.

Netherworld Hundred Claws.

An Chen saw Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power form a spinning blade around her, cutting toward Zhao Wuji's back like a serrated wheel.

He looked at Zhao Wuji. Soul Power was gathering in the other man's torso as though he were charging a Soul Skill, while his back was almost entirely undefended.

He was charging a Soul Skill!

"Zhu Zhuqing, retreat! He's about to use a Soul Skill!" An Chen shouted at her.

The instant Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Hundred Claws struck Zhao Wuji's back—

"Roar—"

A cold gleam erupted in Zhao Wuji's eyes as his fists suddenly clenched. Of his seven Soul Rings, the first yellow one instantly lit up.

Intense golden light exploded almost instantly.

An Chen saw Zhao Wuji's Soul Power surge from his torso throughout his entire body, then erupt in an instant and form a golden barrier.

Immovable Wisdom King Body.

Zhu Zhuqing was blasted away, letting out a pained grunt in midair.

An Chen had no time to warn anyone else and held the Iron Pot horizontally before him.

Dai Mubai appeared beneath Zhu Zhuqing at astonishing speed and caught her as she fell. Zhu Zhuqing had already passed out, and both her arms were dislocated.

Xiao Wu was also blasted away. Every strand of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass within three meters of Zhao Wuji rebounded, while the ones closest to him shattered one after another.

The violent shockwave made Xiao Wu spit out blood in midair. Her entire body went numb and sore as she fell into Tang San's arms.

An Chen was slammed into a tree trunk by the force. His Black Fog dispersed, and he let out another muffled groan.

The golden light had reached farther than he had expected.

This was the true strength of a Soul Saint.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly sped up. He seemed to reach Tang San in a single step, raised his enormous palm, and lit up his Second Soul Ring. His palm instantly turned golden and doubled in size as it smashed directly toward Tang San.

Xiao Wu was still in Tang San's arms. Tang San hurriedly pushed her away, but in doing so, lost his chance to dodge.

An Chen saw Soul Power surge through Zhao Wuji's palm. If that strike landed solidly, Tang San would break at least three ribs.

He gripped the Iron Pot tightly, about to throw it.

Xiao Wu's Second Soul Ring lit up.

Her eyes suddenly turned blood-red, staring straight at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji felt his mind grow dizzy. His descending palm slowed, and more than half of its Soul Power weakened.

Golden light flared in his eyes. "Good. You actually have a confusion-type Soul Skill."

The red glow in Xiao Wu's eyes met the golden glow in Zhao Wuji's. Without even managing a groan, she fainted directly in Tang San's arms, blood flowing from her mouth and nose.

An Chen's heart lurched. The difference in Soul Power was too great. She had suffered a backlash.

Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and escaped Zhao Wuji's attack range.

Zhao Wuji's palm did not actually come down.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu." Tang San called anxiously several times and hurriedly sent the internal force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill into Xiao Wu's body. But Xiao Wu showed no response at all.

An Chen walked over and checked Xiao Wu's condition.

Under Spirit Vision, Xiao Wu's Soul Power was in complete chaos. But her core remained stable, and her life was not in danger.

"She's fine," An Chen said quietly to Tang San. "It's Soul Power backlash. She'll be fine after resting awhile."

Zhao Wuji stood there and said, "She's fine. Confusion-type Soul Skills are effective, but the gap between her Soul Power and mine is too large, so she suffered backlash from her own Soul Power. Let her sleep for a night, and she'll recover tomorrow."

His gaze swept over Ning Rongrong and An Chen as he smiled. "There's no need for me to make another move, right? Little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and you, the boy holding the pot. You lost. You couldn't even withstand the time it takes for one incense stick to burn."