Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji (4)

Zhao Wuji's thick legs tensed, and he launched himself up from the ground.

Tang San hurriedly changed position, but to his surprise, Zhao Wuji, suspended in midair, actually turned along with his movement and still descended toward him.

"Locational Tracking!" An Chen shouted. "Tang San, he's locked onto you!"

A cold gleam burst from Tang San's eyes.

Seeing that he could not evade Zhao Wuji's descending body, he simply stopped dodging and immediately activated the Second Soul Ring Skill, Parasite.

When the Blue Silver Grass had previously blocked Zhao Wuji's advance, the seeds of Parasite had already quietly hidden themselves on Zhao Wuji's body.

Now that it was activated, Blue Silver Grass suddenly emerged and tightly bound Zhao Wuji in midair.

Tang San raised both hands at once. With a series of sharp metallic twangs, six streaks of cold light shot from his sleeves, powerful crossbow bolts flying straight at Zhao Wuji's face.

Zhao Wuji instantly activated his Immovable Wisdom King Body.

With a deafening bang, golden light spread outward. Not only did he break free from the Blue Silver Grass, but he also sent the six bolts flying.

When An Chen saw Zhao Wuji activate the Immovable Wisdom King Body, he saw Soul Power surge from Zhao Wuji's core throughout his body, forming a golden barrier.

But at the instant the barrier formed, there was an extremely brief gap at his chest.

Now!

An Chen rushed in from the edge of the field, swinging the Iron Pot in a wide arc. The bottom of the pot cut through the air as it slammed toward Zhao Wuji's chest.

"Detonate." he said softly.

Shadow Mark, detonate.

Zhao Wuji had just activated the Immovable Wisdom King Body when the mark blew a crack into the Soul Power barrier over his chest.

The Iron Pot seized the opportunity and struck through it with a dull clang.

Zhao Wuji grunted and staggered back half a step.

"You—" He looked at An Chen in surprise. "You can actually see the gaps in my Soul Power?"

Tang San drew his arms inward, and a buzzing sound rose from his chest.

A spray of gleaming steel needles burst from his chest along with a thick mist, meeting Zhao Wuji head-on as he lunged forward.

The tea-scented mist made Zhao Wuji's mind spin, weakening the defense of his Immovable Wisdom King Body by a fraction.

The steel needles pierced through his defense and all embedded themselves in his chest.

"Poison." Zhao Wuji was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly activated the Immovable Wisdom King Body again, forcibly shaking the steel needles from his body.

But the poison had already entered his body through both his breath and blood.

Tang San flicked all ten fingers at once. Ten tiny streaks of golden light flashed through the air, forcibly piercing the defense of the Immovable Wisdom King Body and burrowing into Zhao Wuji's body.

Zhao Wuji felt intense pain erupt from several places on his body at once, making his entire body convulse.

"You..." Zhao Wuji was growing angry. His Fifth Soul Ring lit up. "Gravity Squeeze!"

The thunderous roar made all of Shrek Academy tremble.

Tang San felt enormous pressure crash in from every direction. His body flew uncontrollably toward Zhao Wuji, while the pressure around him seemed intent on crushing him to pieces.

An Chen was also caught within the Gravity Squeeze, his body uncontrollably pulled toward Zhao Wuji.

But he did not panic.

Under Spirit Vision, Zhao Wuji's Soul Power surged in from all directions like a tide, forming immense pressure.

Yet at the center of that pressure, there was also a tiny gap in Zhao Wuji's own Soul Power.

"Tang San, his mouth! The mouth he just opened!" An Chen shouted.

Tang San abruptly lowered his head. With a crisp crack, a seven-inch crossbow bolt suddenly shot out from behind his back, flying straight toward Zhao Wuji's roaring mouth.

At the same time, his feet struck together, and three-inch blades extended from the tips of each shoe. One foot kicked toward Zhao Wuji's throat, while the other silently struck at his lower vital point.

In that critical moment, Zhao Wuji clenched his teeth, catching the bolt from the Back-Mounted Flower Sleeve Crossbow in his mouth.

The impact of the Back-Mounted Flower Sleeve Crossbow was exceptionally powerful. Though Zhao Wuji caught it, the force left his teeth trembling loose.

At the same time, a sweet fragrance spread from the bolt into his mouth, making his head spin.

"Pah." Zhao Wuji spat out the crossbow bolt, blocking upward with both hands and then slapping downward to deflect Tang San's kicks.

Taking the chance, An Chen broke free from the edge of the Gravity Squeeze. The Iron Pot swept sideways and struck Zhao Wuji's arm with a clang.

Zhao Wuji's arm went numb, knocked half an inch off course.

"Are you a hedgehog or something?" Zhao Wuji roared.

But because his mouth had been contaminated with Datura Snake Venom, his tongue was somewhat numb, and his words came out slurred.

Tang San's attack was not yet over.

A hammer suddenly appeared in his left hand, a tiny pitch-black hammer, and he swung it straight at Zhao Wuji's face.

Through Spirit Vision, An Chen saw that Zhao Wuji's Soul Power had already become a complete mess. The poison, steel needles, crossbow bolts, and Iron Pot—those successive attacks had left obvious fractures in the circulation of his Soul Power.

"Tang San, now!" An Chen shouted.

Tang San swung the hammer in his left hand at Zhao Wuji's face while his ten right fingers flicked out, sending another ten tiny streaks of golden light toward Zhao Wuji's body.

Zhao Wuji had just blocked the Iron Pot, yet now he had to fend off the hammer and guard against Hidden Weapons. For a moment, he was utterly flustered.

Is this ever going to end? Zhao Wuji fumed inwardly, deciding to teach this little hedgehog a lesson.

He raised his right hand in front of his face and struck his left palm toward Tang San's chest.

Naturally, he did not put much strength into this strike. Still, after suffering such a huge loss, he would feel terribly uncomfortable if he did not exact a little revenge.

The moment he launched that palm strike, he had already withdrawn his Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring Skill, Gravity Squeeze. Otherwise, Tang San would have been crushed to death by it.

An Chen saw Soul Power churning in Zhao Wuji's palm, but the Soul Power in that strike was clearly much weaker than before.

Looks like he still held back a little.

But Tang San no longer had time to dodge.

Bang, bang. Two muffled groans rang out almost simultaneously.

Tang San's body was sent flying by Zhao Wuji's palm strike, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had exhausted every ounce of effort, thought, and inner strength in his previous attacks. He was already close to collapse; how could he possibly withstand Zhao Wuji's strike now?

Dai Mubai set Zhu Zhuqing on the ground, flashed forward, and caught Tang San as he flew backward.

The other muffled groan belonged to Zhao Wuji.

That seemingly tiny hammer was enormously heavy. Although Zhao Wuji had promptly mobilized his Soul Power, he had been careless to begin with, and under the combined effects of Datura Snake Venom and the pain wracking his body, his Soul Power was insufficient.

The hammer struck his palm, and his palm then slammed into his face. Blood immediately streamed from Zhao Wuji's nose. With his palm smearing it across his face, he looked as though he had crashed into a dye shop, his whole face a colorful mess. The blow left him somewhat dazed.

Yet after striking him, that small black hammer silently disappeared.

An Chen stood at the edge of the field, watching the scene with mixed feelings.

Zhao Wuji covered his nose as blood flowed through his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

He glanced at Tang San, sprawled on the ground, then at An Chen, and snorted. "You two little brats are really vicious."

He glanced at the incense beside them. It had already burned out.

"Fine, you pass." Zhao Wuji wiped the blood from his face. "Tomorrow morning, at the academy playground. Don't be late."

Then he looked back at An Chen.

"That pot of yours, and that eye Soul Skill of yours—they're interesting."

An Chen slumped onto the ground, both legs still trembling.

He had figured out something: his abilities could be used specifically to find flaws in other people's defenses.

Black Fog and Spirit Vision were the eyes, the mark was the pry bar, and the Iron Pot was the hammer.

An Chen took out a sausage and bit into it. It was savory and fragrant.