Dai Mubai's Sinister Tactics: Five Against Zhao Wuji

"Ha ha... Not bad, not bad. You passed too!"

Li Yusong laughed loudly in excitement,

his bony palm slapping the table with loud bangs.

There were more little monsters in this batch than in the past three years combined,

and his usually stern face rarely showed such a heartfelt smile.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly and turned back to Fang Fan,

who was already about to slide down the tree trunk.

She reached out and helped him back up, letting him lean against her shoulder again.

Her movements were natural and practiced,

without any of her earlier shyness.

"Why don't you join Shrek too?"

She tilted her head and asked him, her voice a little gentler than usual.

"Your call... Wine!"

Fang Fan did not even raise his eyelids as he slurred out a few words.

Hearing him let her decide for him,

Zhu Zhuqing's heart inexplicably beat a little faster.

She pulled out the stopper of the wine flask and fed him another sip.

The amber liquid slid down his throat.

"Ah... Good wine!"

Fang Fan let out a satisfied sigh,

rubbed his head against her shoulder, and quieted down again.

The liquor in his body rapidly transformed into Soul Power and circulated swiftly.

[Ding, Zhu Zhuqing fed you a sip of wine. Drunkenness +10!]

Zhu Zhuqing supported him as she headed toward the academy.

Dai Mubai watched their backs, his brows slightly furrowed.

Even now, he had no idea what that drunkard's Soul Power Level was!?

Tang San and Xiao Wu were equally curious.

They had witnessed the entire process of him defeating Dai Mubai with two sword strikes at the Rose Hotel that day,

yet he had not even revealed a single soul ring.

What was his martial soul called?

What was his level?

Those questions hung in their hearts like hooks.

Ning Rongrong also glanced sideways.

That drunkard being supported by the girl in black,

was he the one who had recited poetry and danced with a sword at the entrance just now?

Those two really were strange—and shameless!

Were they behaving like this to attract this young lady's attention?

Zhu Zhuqing helped Fang Fan to the testing table.

Li Yusong looked up at the white-robed youth hanging limply off her, his brows knitting together.

"If this drunkard wants to join Shrek, he has to pass my test too. Otherwise, he doesn't get in."

Zhu Zhuqing halted.

She lowered her head and looked at Fang Fan,

with no intention whatsoever of reaching out.

She raised her head and looked calmly at Li Yusong.

"Then I won't go in either."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an uncompromising firmness.

Seeing that she was about to leave with the drunkard,

Dai Mubai grew anxious.

Getting into Shrek was only the beginning of their hell.

Teacher Zhao's test was merely a show of strength,

and there would be plenty of chances afterward.

He could not let them get away.

He quickly walked over to Li Yusong and whispered a few words.

Li Yusong raised his brows slightly, an interested smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh? Interesting."

He waved his hand.

"Fine. You may go in."

Zhu Zhuqing did not even lift her eyelids much as she supported Fang Fan straight inside.

Xiao Wu and Tang San exchanged glances, a trace of disappointment flashing through their eyes.

"Dai Mubai, take them to the fourth test."

Li Yusong leaned back in his chair, returning to his drowsy appearance.

"Got it!"

Dai Mubai answered with particular enthusiasm.

His mood suddenly improved.

He could already imagine that drunkard being brutalized by Teacher Zhao.

That clumsy Great Vajra Bear could slap a pit three feet deep into the ground with one paw.

Let's see how that drunkard could keep acting arrogant then.

Ning Rongrong walked at the back of the group, her gaze falling on that pair.

The girl in the black dress was cold and beautiful like an unsheathed dagger,

yet she was acting as a human crutch for a drunkard and even feeding him wine herself.

When the practical test began,

she wanted to see what that drunkard was capable of,

to make such a stunning girl so devoted to him.

Led by Dai Mubai, the group crossed more than half the village.

Dilapidated wooden houses leaned this way and that, their walls covered in cracks, while the paths were packed earth.

They finally arrived before a wide grassy clearing, surrounded by low wooden houses. To the east stood an old tree with lush branches that cast a large patch of shade.

A broad-shouldered, muscular man sat crookedly on a wooden chair beneath the tree, his snores audible from far away.

"Teacher Zhao... This year's students are here!"

Dai Mubai stepped forward.

Zhao Wuji woke at the call, yawned, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

He opened his bleary eyes and swept his gaze over them.

One, two, three, four, five.

He sprang up from the chair, rolling up his sleeves as he strode toward them.

"Teacher Zhao, weren't you the supervisor? I'm the examiner."

Dai Mubai clung to his last shred of hope.

"I'll do it. You just watch."

With a wave of his large hand, Zhao Wuji decisively crushed his hopes.

His gaze swept back and forth across the five freshmen with keen interest.

"Oh, all right."

Dai Mubai leaned closer and whispered a few words.

As Zhao Wuji listened, his brows slowly rose.

His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the drunken white-robed youth.

This kid was that strong?

He had knocked Dai Mubai down with two sword strikes?

A level thirty-seven White Tiger battle Soul Elder was considered one of the big shots even at Shrek.

But for Shrek, such a rebellious troublemaker was exactly to his liking.

"Swoosh—"

Zhao Wuji rubbed his fingers together.

A stick of incense ignited from the friction of his Soul Power.

With a casual flick, he sent it arcing through the air, where it firmly embedded itself in the center of the grass.

Thin smoke curled upward.

"The five of you, come at me together.

If you can last the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn under me, you can become Shrek students.

If you fail—"

He grinned.

"Get lost!"

A vast pressure of Soul Power descended like a mountain, pressing even the blades of grass flat against the ground.

Dai Mubai stood to one side with his arms folded, a gleeful smile on his lips. He cleared his throat and announced loudly,

"Let me introduce him to you all.

This teacher is Zhao Wuji, a level seventy-two assault-type Battle Soul Sage.

His martial soul is the Great Vajra Bear, and he is known as the Immovable Bright King."

Zhu Zhuqing inwardly gasped.

Level seventy-two.

He was countless levels higher than Fang Fan.

She lowered her head to look at him leaning against her shoulder.

If he made a move, could he win?

Probably not. The gap in their levels was too great.

But on second thought,

she had never seen him fight with his full strength.

Tang San turned around with a grave expression, his gaze lingering on Fang Fan for a moment.

"The five of us need to work together.

Only by cooperating can we possibly last the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn.

Everyone, state your martial soul and specialty.

I'll go first. My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a control-type Soul Grandmaster."

"My martial soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit, and I'm a close-combat Soul Grandmaster!"

Xiao Wu chimed in brightly.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, support-type Soul Grandmaster."

Ning Rongrong spoke calmly. The moment she said "Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda,"

Tang San and Xiao Wu both turned to look at her.

"Hell Spirit Cat, agility attack-type Soul Grandmaster."

Zhu Zhuqing answered briefly, then turned her gaze toward Fang Fan.

Everyone's eyes followed hers to the white-robed youth.

He was still leaning against Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder with half-closed eyes,

showing no intention of joining the discussion.

Zhu Zhuqing spoke for him.

"His martial soul is the Seven-Colored Light Sword. He's an assault-type Soul Master."

"What level?"

Tang San pressed.

"I don't know."

Zhu Zhuqing answered truthfully.

"..."

Tang San was speechless for a moment, but quickly suppressed his helplessness and resumed the posture of a commander.

"In that case, everyone listen to my arrangements—"

"Why should we listen to you?"

Zhu Zhuqing interrupted coldly, rolling her eyes at him.

"You're not the strongest. Listen to Fang Fan."