Youquan VS Zhao Wuji

Sensing Tang San's sudden hostility toward her, Youquan's heart sank, and she became alert.

Zhao Wuji did not notice the undercurrents between them. Smiling, he said to everyone, "Still not admitting defeat?"

Tang San handed Xiaowu, who was in his arms, to Ning Rongrong beside him. "Could you please look after Xiaowu for a while?"

The match was not over yet. Ning Rongrong, Xiaoxiao, and Youquan were still on the field, and all three could still fight. Yet Tang San handed Xiaowu to Ning Rongrong, who still needed to provide support. Youquan frowned, not knowing what Tang San intended to do.

Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji. "Teacher Zhao, I hope to have a serious match with you. We'll start over from the beginning. Please light another incense stick. If I can hold out for the time it takes to burn one stick, please allow all of us to enter Shrek Academy together."

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly. "And if you hold out?"

Tang San said calmly, "If we lose, we're willing to leave Shrek Academy."

Youquan sneered. "Tang San, if you want revenge for your Xiaowu and want to play the hero yourself, could you at least wait until our assessment is over?"

Tang San turned to look at Youquan, his gaze icy. His fingers unconsciously brushed the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist, a faint killing intent hidden deep in his eyes.

Youquan's gaze also turned cold. "Move aside. Don't delay our assessment."

Youquan walked toward the center of the field. As she passed Tang San, she viciously rammed her shoulder into his.

"Rongrong, give Xiaowu back to Tang San. We're continuing." Youquan turned and said to Ning Rongrong, ignoring the furious Tang San beside her.

Youquan took out an incense stick and snapped it in half, leaving only a short section—the length that had remained when Xiaowu fainted.

Youquan lit the incense again, then looked at Zhao Wuji. "Teacher Zhao, please."

Zhao Wuji raised a brow. "You still want to continue? You had quite a few people just now, and your coordination was pretty good. Now there are only three of you left. Besides, you couldn't even withstand my First Soul Skill, much less my Second Soul Skill."

"Teacher Zhao, how will we know if we don't continue?" Youquan said with a smile.

Now that only Xiaoxiao and she remained, she could use the Heavenly Flames without restraint and no longer had to worry about hurting her teammates.

"Fine, then let me see what else you can do." Zhao Wuji smiled and crooked a finger at her.

"Rongrong, support me. Xiaoxiao, look for an opening, but don't get close no matter what." Youquan spoke to the two of them, then rapidly formed hand seals with both hands.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile, the Seven Treasures have names: first, strength. Second, speed." Brilliant light shone from the first and second tiers of the Seven-Colored Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand.

Two dazzling beams entered Youquan's body, and the speed at which she formed hand seals increased even further.

"Heavenly Flame Three Profound Transformations, First Transformation: Cold Fire Transformation. Second Transformation: Heart Flame Transformation."

A great mass of bone-white flames surged from Youquan's body. Following the movements of her hand seals, the flames returned to her body. As the flames flowed back inside, Youquan's aura grew markedly stronger.

Then, an invisible flame repeated the same process, and Youquan's aura became even more terrifying. Even her Soul Power seemed to have risen considerably.

"Teacher Zhao, be careful." Youquan raised her head. Her hands shifted rapidly as the hand seals changed, and an enormous milky-white handprint appeared in the air.

"Mountain! Opening! Seal!"

Youquan thrust out her palm, and the enormous milky-white handprint behind her surged toward Zhao Wuji along with her movement.

Sensing the terror within the handprint, Zhao Wuji put away his carefree expression and grew serious.

"Second Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Palm."

The massive handprint collided with Zhao Wuji's giant bear paw, kicking up clouds of dust.

When the dust cleared, Zhao Wuji had retreated four or five steps before coming to a stop. He withdrew his right hand behind his back. His face remained expressionless, but the hand hidden behind him trembled incessantly, carrying a faint scent of scorched flesh.

After suffering a hidden loss, Zhao Wuji finally took Youquan seriously. In an instant, he appeared before her. Clenching both fists, he smashed them heavily toward Youquan.

But all he shattered was Youquan's afterimage. By then, Youquan had already activated the Three Thousand Lightning Movement and fled far from Zhao Wuji.

Youquan held a longsword formed from flames in her hand. As she swung the flaming sword down, dozens of flame swords poured toward Zhao Wuji.

Although Zhao Wuji could not dodge them, the flame swords could not inflict much damage through his terrifying defenses.

Still, the burning of the Heavenly Flames irritated Zhao Wuji endlessly. At that moment, he only wanted to capture Youquan as soon as possible.

Yet all Zhao Wuji could catch were the afterimages Youquan left behind.

Before he knew it, only one-third of the incense stick remained.

However, Zhao Wuji soon calmed down and cursed at Youquan with a grin. "You little brat, you really are slippery. But it won't be so easy to stall until time runs out like this."

As he spoke, the third purple Spirit Ring around Zhao Wuji lit up. "Third Soul Skill, Gravity Enhancement."

All at once, Youquan felt as if her feet had sunk into a swamp, while her body suddenly became heavy.

Zhao Wuji was unaffected. With one huge stride, he appeared before Youquan. "Let's see where you can run now."

But Zhao Wuji's plan still came to nothing. When Youquan had trained in the Three Thousand Lightning Movement, she had trained in a swamp while carrying the Profound Heavy Ruler under the pressure of her teacher, Xiao Yan.

Though Zhao Wuji's gravitational pressure affected Youquan, she quickly adjusted and used the Three Thousand Lightning Movement again to escape Zhao Wuji's attack.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the burning incense. Only one-quarter remained, and he could not help growing anxious. He was the mighty Immovable King of Wisdom, yet he was being toyed with by a few children.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Targeting and Tracking."

Youquan was quickly locked onto by Zhao Wuji. With a leap, he appeared beside her. Youquan swiftly widened the distance, but Zhao Wuji took only one step to appear at her side again.

Seeing this, Xiaoxiao hurriedly unleashed her Soul Skill as well, trying to interfere with Zhao Wuji.

"National Treasure, Quake of the Cauldron."

"Xiaoxiao, can you buy me one minute?" After thinking it over, Youquan could only ask Xiaoxiao for help.

"Okay." Xiaoxiao nodded.

There was only one method left in Youquan's hands that could win this assessment.

Youquan raised both hands. A ball of bone-white flame and a ball of invisible flame appeared above her palms respectively.

Youquan let out a long breath.

Then, Youquan forcefully slammed the flames in her two hands together.