Zhao Wuji: Even If You Lose, I'll Still Recruit You into Shrek!

"Old Zhao, it was him."

Dai Mubai pointed at Ye Chen in the middle of the field.

That kick from Ye Chen earlier had left him unable to stand even now.

Over on the other side, Li Yusong and Tang San were also lying on the ground, their injuries far more severe than Dai Mubai's.

Tang San in particular had brought it upon himself. He had tried to use the Dragon Beard Needle to uninstall Ye Chen's QQ, only to get hit himself and suffer excruciating pain.

"Old Li, you're injured this badly?"

Zhao Wuji hurriedly examined Li Yusong's wounds.

The wounds that cut deep into the bone looked especially gruesome, making anger rise uncontrollably.

"Old Zhao, be careful of that kid."

"He's a dual-attribute Soul King with spiritual and spatial abilities."

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down Li Yusong's forehead.

If he had not been worried that Zhao Wuji might suffer a loss, he would not even have wanted to speak right now. He only wanted to wait for rescue.

Shrek Academy had a food-type Soul Master who could help him recover quickly.

"I don't care who you are. If you dare cause trouble at Shrek Academy, you'll pay the price."

Zhao Wuji let out a low roar as seven Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—lit up beneath his feet.

His body swelled as though inflated. Brownish-yellow fur burst wildly from beneath his skin, while his knotted muscles tore his shirt apart. He abruptly grew to over two and a half meters tall.

His large hands became extraordinarily heavy, his nails thick and blunt like steel hooks, and his brownish-yellow eyes brimmed with an overbearing aura.

Zhao Wuji stood there like an upright giant bear, making even the ground beneath his feet sink slightly.

Vigorous Vajra Bear, possess!

"A Soul Saint? I hope your strength can make me take you slightly seriously."

Ye Chen had fought Soul Saints many times.

Even Soul Saints from the Body Sect had to rely on exhausting his Soul Power, wearing Ye Chen down until he was completely spent, if they wanted to defeat him.

Zhao Wuji's defense was astonishing, but unfortunately, he had encountered a spatial Soul Master who specialized in breaking defenses.

Even Tang San's Dragon Beard Needle could break Zhao Wuji's defense, let alone Ye Chen's Void Eye.

"Second soul skill, Vigorous Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly thrust out his right palm.

As it swung forward, that hand rapidly expanded and transformed. The palm thickened, the fingertips became blunt, and coarse brownish-yellow fur stood upright from the back of his hand.

Zhao Wuji's entire hand transformed into a genuine bear paw, even larger than a palm-leaf fan, and slammed straight toward Ye Chen.

"Whoosh~"

The first and second Soul Rings beneath Ye Chen's feet flashed.

He vanished from the path of the Vigorous Vajra Palm, and a huge boulder in the distance exploded with a bang.

Immediately afterward, the space around Zhao Wuji suddenly congealed, as if frozen solid.

Zhao Wuji froze in place, maintaining the posture of having thrown out the Vigorous Vajra Palm. Only his eyeballs could still move.

"Third soul skill, Spatial Severing!"

Ye Chen raised his hand and waved it.

A silver-white crack split open above Zhao Wuji's head, hovering close against his scalp.

The turbulent spatial currents spilling from the edge of the rift severed several upright brownish-yellow hairs.

"Old Zhao, do you still want to fight?"

"If you do, then use your full strength. Otherwise, you'll die miserably."

Ye Chen's spatial attribute naturally broke defenses.

Apart from the Bone Dragon, which possessed spatial power, other defensive beast martial souls were basically useless before him.

If his opponent were a tool martial soul Soul Master, they could use their tool martial soul to defend themselves.

Trying to resist Spatial Severing with one's physical body was nothing but a fool's dream.

"Quite the claim—that I'll die."

"Today, I'll show you the difference between a Soul Saint and a Soul King."

Zhao Wuji's seventh Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

Dark golden light surged from within his body. His frame expanded once more, and his brownish-yellow fur faded into brilliant gold.

His muscles swelled to their limit, his height rose beyond five meters, his arms hung to the ground, and his ten fingers curled like iron hooks.

Zhao Wuji merely stood there, yet the entire ground trembled faintly. The aura he emitted made everyone present feel pressure in their chests.

"After fighting for so many years, this is the first time I, Zhao, have been forced to use my Martial Soul Avatar by a twelve-year-old brat."

"Even if you lose, I'll still recruit you into Shrek!"

Zhao Wuji threw back his head and laughed.

If he could recruit such a peerless monster into Shrek, Flender would laugh even in his sleep.

A thousand-year first ring and a ten-thousand-year third ring—was that really something a human could achieve?

If they could master the method of absorption, wouldn't Shrek Academy become the number one academy on the continent?

"Your Shrek Academy is really shameless."

"Did Ye Chen ever say he wanted to join? We only came to take a look."

Ning Rongrong crossed her arms over her chest.

At first, she had wanted to attend Shrek Academy, hide her identity as the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and make friends with ordinary people.

Now, however, it seemed there were hardly any good people outside. Every one of them was absurdly confident and especially skilled at bullying the weak and taking turns in battle.

This was already Ye Chen's fourth opponent. Would there be a fifth and sixth later?

"Once I beat this kid into submission, he'll naturally be willing to join Shrek Academy."

Zhao Wuji bared a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

Before coming to Shrek Academy, he had never been a kindhearted person.

Otherwise, Zhao Wuji would not have been hunted by Spirit Hall and ultimately fled to this remote place to become the vice dean of a third-rate academy.

"I hope you stay this confident."

A silver gleam flashed through Ye Chen's eyes.

In an instant, Zhao Wuji felt as if a massive hammer had struck his head, leaving him dizzy for a moment.

What followed was that same terrifying sensation of confinement. Aside from his thoughts, only his eyeballs could move.

Boom!

Ye Chen's feet suddenly sank.

His legs felt filled with lead. Two shallow pits were stamped into the ground beneath him, and every step felt as though he were dragging half a mountain.

As expected of a Soul Saint-level powerhouse—at the instant Ye Chen launched his soul attack, Zhao Wuji had activated Gravity Enhancement.

"These tricks aren't much use against me."

Ye Chen vanished once again.

The next moment, he appeared beside Li Yusong and raised his hand, pressing down through the air toward Zhao Wuji.

If Zhao Wuji continued using Gravity Enhancement, it would very likely affect Li Yusong as well, so he would most likely abandon the skill immediately.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

Two silver-white threads streaked across the sky like flowing light, shooting straight at the immobilized Zhao Wuji.

An intense golden light erupted from Zhao Wuji's body, rebounding all attacks within three meters around him. This was his first soul skill, the Immovable Bright King Body.

However, the silver threads sliced into Zhao Wuji's protective golden light as easily as cutting tofu.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji had prepared in advance. He only intended to use the Immovable Bright King Body to disrupt Ye Chen's Spatial Severing for an instant, allowing him to evade the two silver threads.

"This kid is really troublesome. No wonder Old Li lost so badly!"

"Fifth soul skill, Gravity Crush!"

The black Soul Ring beneath Zhao Wuji's feet lit up.

Ye Chen's body suddenly sank as the air from all directions pressed toward him at once. His shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, and knees were all wrapped in invisible force.

His entire body slid uncontrollably toward Zhao Wuji, his feet plowing two shallow trenches through the ground.

"Kid, you can't run now, can you?"

Zhao Wuji stood there with his bear paw spread open, waiting for Ye Chen to crash into it himself.

"You underestimate a spatial Soul Master too much."

Ye Chen vanished into thin air again.

The target of Zhao Wuji's Gravity Crush disappeared just like that. He could not even sense where Ye Chen himself had gone.

"Fourth soul skill, Position Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Ring lit up.

A phantom in the shape of a Soul Ring peeled away from his body and searched for Ye Chen along the ground.

The moment Ye Chen emerged from the void, the phantom Soul Ring would immediately lock onto him.