"Hmph, Zhao Wuji must have a death wish, daring to hurt Little San!"
Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao's expression darkened. He was clearly furious, but he could not intervene directly yet. Sword Douluo Chen Xin was still in the distance, and any move he made would alert Chen Xin, exposing his identity for good.
What a satisfying feeling. This really was the perfect accident.
Jiang Lin approached Tang San and looked at the bloody palm print on his back. Though his face showed concern and anger, inwardly he was overjoyed. This was his handiwork.
While controlling Zhao Wuji, he had secretly slipped several wisps of demonic energy from the Nine Nether Demon Eye into his body. Not only that, but Tang San's momentary hesitation while dodging had also been caused by his interference.
His actions had been exceptionally subtle, however, and with the Smiley Mask interfering as well, neither Tang Hao nor Sword Douluo Chen Xin had noticed anything from their hiding places.
After examining the wound on Tang San's back, a flicker of guilt crossed Zhao Wuji's eyes. But to preserve his authority as a teacher, he hardened his gaze again.
"Old Li, take this kid to the infirmary. Everyone else, continue the assessment!"
"Ah, all right."
Li Yusong said nothing more. He picked up Tang San and disappeared.
"Xu Nuo, what do we do now?"
A trace of worry appeared on Ning Rongrong's face. She had not expected Zhao Wuji to get serious either.
At her question, Jiang Lin merely patted her shoulder lightly.
"It's all right. Don't worry. I'm here."
"But we'll need to change our tactics. Zhu Zhuqing, stay back and protect Ning Rongrong. Xiao Xun, use your soul skills from the side to disrupt Teacher Zhao."
Zhu Zhuqing said, "Mm, all right."
Unlike Zhu