"Kid, as long as you dare come out, I'll definitely hit you."
Zhao Wuji bared his teeth in a grimace.
He was a Soul Saint, after all. How could he let a mere Soul King suppress him?
Although using his Martial Soul Avatar was a little unfair, so what?
As long as he suppressed Ye Chen and brought him into Shrek Academy, even Flender would have to call him Brother Zhao.
"Is that so?"
"Void Imprisonment!"
Ye Chen's second Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.
Zhao Wuji froze in place, once again falling into Void Imprisonment.
However, that positioning phantom resembling a Soul Ring suddenly smashed toward Ye Chen.
Unexpectedly, when the positioning phantom landed around Ye Chen, it was like water striking a reef. Its pressure scattered in all directions and surged into the ground.
Ye Chen had not only cast Void Imprisonment on Zhao Wuji, but also applied one to himself.
With his fifty-ninth-rank Soul Power, even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, needed one second to break free.
That one-second gap was enough for Ye Chen to follow up with his next Soul Skill combo.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Void Rift!"
Ye Chen's fifth Soul Ring lit up.
Five silver-white spatial rifts tore open around Zhao Wuji at the same time, encircling him. They closed inward simultaneously from five directions—shoulder, arm, waist, leg, and back.
Then, before Position Tracking descended, Ye Chen used Void Leap to teleport away.
As a result, most of the power of Zhao Wuji's Soul Skill struck the ground.
Zhao Wuji himself, meanwhile, was held in place for a second and forcibly took the cuts of three rifts.
A bloody gash opened along the outside of his left arm, his clothes tore at the waist, and beads of blood seeped from his shoulder, as though several invisible blades had scraped across him at once.
As Void Imprisonment shattered one second later, the cutting force of the five Void Rifts had already fully formed.
Zhao Wuji hurriedly twisted his body, trying to avoid the spatial turbulence continuously released from the edges of the rifts, but he was simply not very agile.
Over the next two seconds, he suffered several more cuts from the rifts before finally escaping. He dropped to one knee and panted heavily.
"You little bastard, you hit way too damn hard!"
Zhao Wuji watched blood drip down his body from his left arm, abdomen, and thigh.
Ye Chen's short combo had hard-controlled him in place, leaving him with no way to dodge.
"Still want to fight?"
Ye Chen looked calmly at everyone.
Although he had held a clear advantage in the fight, sixty percent of his Soul Power had already been consumed.
Against some of the Soul Saints from the Body Sect, Ye Chen might not necessarily be able to outlast them. Zhao Wuji was simply too clumsy.
After all, there was still a Soul Emperor separating a Soul King from a Soul Saint, and Void Imprisonment could only control a Soul Saint for a very short time.
"No more. You win."
Zhao Wuji truly did not want to fight anymore.
In his past battles, his Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul had thick skin and tough flesh, so he barely felt any pain.
But look at Ye Chen.
Every strike inherently pierced his defenses, slicing effortlessly into his flesh.
"Teacher Zhao, I still prefer your unyielding look!"
Ye Chen mocked coldly.
It was not that he had never considered killing Tang San, but Tang San had been sent here by the Asura God. Killing him would not be easy.
Since he could not kill Tang San, he would start dismantling the people around him and crush their spirit.
Now that the Immortal Herbs were in the Body Sect, aside from Tang San himself, only Oscar had even a slight chance of becoming a god.
However, that was still far from enough, because what Ye Chen wanted was for the entire Body Sect to ascend together.
He had to make the God of Time notice him and then bestow the Nine Trials of Time upon him.
"Ye Chen, you're amazing!"
"Once you become a Titled Douluo, even Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone might not be able to beat you."
Ning Rongrong stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ye Chen's arm.
Defeating a Soul Saint at the Soul King realm was something she had never even dared imagine before, yet Ye Chen had turned it into reality.
"Grandpa Sword? Grandpa Bone?"
"Are you people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
An awkward expression appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.
If he truly forced them to stay today, Sword Douluo would probably come knocking in person the next day.
Shrek Academy's strongest members were only Soul Saints. Even if they had a Titled Douluo, they would find it difficult to contend with Sword Douluo.
"I'm not from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Ye Chen shook his head.
He grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand and pulled her aside.
"Go wait over there. The battle isn't over yet!"
"Headmaster Flender, since you're here, why hide?"
Ye Chen had long since noticed Flender's arrival.
His earlier statement that he was not from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had also been meant for Flender to hear.
If Flender thought Ye Chen belonged to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he would certainly have reservations.
Now that he knew Ye Chen was not, Flender might try to regain his dignity.
"Young friend, you injured so many people from Shrek Academy. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Flender looked to be around fifty. Though he was not young, he was still powerfully built.
His face was rather distinctive. His chin jutted slightly forward, his cheekbones were broad, his face was flat, and he had something of a hooked nose. Overall, his features could be described as resembling the sole of a shoe.
Even with his eyes closed, one could sense a trace of cunning in his face.
He wore a pair of black-rimmed crystal glasses. The frames were stiff and square, giving him an odd appearance.
"Oh? What explanation does Headmaster Flender want?"
Ye Chen looked at him with interest.
Although Flender was a flying Soul Master and not so easy to deal with, Ye Chen had not come alone.
Three Titled Douluo were hidden nearby, one of whom was even a ninety-fifth-rank Super Douluo.
Forget Flender—even if Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao came, he would have to run away obediently.
After all, after Du Busi broke through to rank ninety-nine, he had condensed a Spatial Soul Core. It would take him only moments to arrive.
"Kid, join Shrek Academy, and I'll let today's matters go."
Flender cherished talent dearly.
If a genius like Ye Chen joined Shrek Academy, he would surely help the academy establish a resounding reputation.
By then, basket after basket of advertising fees would be delivered straight into Flender's pockets.
"Flender, who do you think you are?"
"We won't join Shrek Academy. What can you do about it?"
Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips angrily.
People from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were following her from behind. At worst, she could have them come out.
Besides, the last time Ye Chen went to Heaven Dou City, a ninety-sixth-rank Super Douluo had protected him.
Now that he was coming to live in Heaven Dou City long-term, how could there possibly be no Titled Douluo secretly accompanying him?
A twelve-year-old fifty-ninth-rank Soul King, as well as a possessor of Twin Martial Souls—even in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Grandpa Sword would have to accompany someone like that.
"Ning Rongrong, you don't have to join, but I'm negotiating with him."
Flender paid no attention to this young lady.
Right now, he only wanted Ye Chen to join the academy. This one person was worth more than all the other students combined.
"If I refuse, what can Headmaster Flender do?"
"I don't think Headmaster Flender has the strength to suppress me."
Ye Chen challenged him to battle once again.
Back in the Body Sect, he had to hold back every time he fought someone.
Although Ye Chen could use the Nine-Hearted Begonia to heal others, spatial power inherently broke through defenses. Hitting people hurt too much, so he normally did not dare go all out.
But against Shrek Academy's group, Ye Chen had no need to hold back at all. He could freely unleash his Soul Skills and hone his combat instincts.
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