Love's Requital! One Punch Sends Zhao Wuji Flying!

The moment Zhao Wuji finished speaking, the pressure of a level seventy-six Soul Saint came crashing down like a tidal wave, blasting loose stones from the ground into the air.

His burly body turned into an afterimage across the clearing.

"So fast!"

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted.

But Zhao Wuji's target was not the few of them standing at the front.

Anyone seasoned in battle knew to eliminate the support first in a group fight. His thick arm swept through the air with a fierce gust, bypassing the front line and reaching directly for Ning Ze and Ning Rongrong in the rear.

"Take care of you two supports first, and this match is mine."

Yet there was no panic on Ning Ze's face.

The instant Zhao Wuji vanished, Ning Ze wrapped an arm around Ning Rongrong's waist and drifted backward ten meters on the wind.

"Whoosh—"

Zhao Wuji's grabbing strike caught nothing. His violent palm wind did not even brush the corner of Ning Ze's moon-white robes.

Zhao Wuji stomped a deep crater into the muddy ground to halt himself, then looked up at Ning Ze.

"This kid is also surnamed Ning... Could he be a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, like Rongrong? Putting everything else aside, this support sect is certainly good at running for its life."

Before he had time to think further, two piercing shrieks lunged at him from both sides.

"Don't even think about touching him!"

The moment Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu saw Zhao Wuji sneak attack Ning Ze, their eyes instantly reddened.

With the dual buffs of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and Love Goddess's Blessing, the two girls erupted with unimaginable speed. Afterimages streaked behind them, and sonic booms rippled through the air.

Zhao Wuji had no time to turn around. He could only throw out a left fist and right palm at once, intending to rely on the body of a Soul Saint to withstand both attacks head-on.

"Boom! Bang!"

Xiao Wu's Soft Skill: Rabbit Lock lashed against his right ribs, while Zhu Zhuqing's claws tore open his left abdomen.

Zhao Wuji grunted. Both sides of his abdomen burned with pain, as if he had been struck head-on by two thousand-year soul beasts.

Damn it, how can two Soul Grandmaster girls break through my physical defenses?

Even though he had not used Martial Soul Possession or any soul skills, there were four entire major realms between Soul Grandmasters and Soul Saints!

He drew in a sharp breath, his chest caving in before suddenly thrusting outward.

"Break!"

The powerful aura of a Soul Saint surged out wildly, blasting the two girls who had closed in against him away.

The instant he forced them back, Zhao Wuji kicked off the ground and, as if merely testing the waters, turned and pounced toward Tang San in the center.

"Blue Silver Grass, first soul skill, Bind!"

Tang San, with his Purple Demon Eyes fully activated, had long since seen through Zhao Wuji's path. He pressed both hands to the ground, and thick Blue Silver Grass burst forth like a swarm of snakes, tightly wrapping around Zhao Wuji's legs.

"Trivial tricks." Zhao Wuji did not even circulate Soul Power. He simply flexed his muscles.

"Crack! Snap!"

The resilient Blue Silver Grass did not last even a second before exploding into splinters that filled the sky.

Zhao Wuji followed up with a sweeping palm strike aimed at Tang San's face.

"Mysterious Jade Hand! Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!"

With nowhere to retreat, Tang San could only push his inner strength to the limit and cross his jade-white hands before his chest.

"Thud—!"

Metal rang against metal.

Without Ning Ze's buffs, how could Tang San, relying solely on the foundation of a Soul Grandmaster, block a casual blow from a Soul Saint?

"Pfft!"

An overwhelming force crashed into him like a landslide. The bones in his arms nearly shattered as he was blasted over twenty meters away, carving two deep furrows through the mud. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Wuji shook his wrist in disappointment. His gaze passed over the battered Tang San and fell upon Ning Ze and Ning Rongrong again.

"Tch. There's nothing strange about the little girls at the front. The strange thing is the buffs from you two supports. They're absurdly strong."

He bared a mouthful of gleaming teeth and rolled his thick neck.

"As long as I deal with you two first, this assessment should end early."

Before his words had faded, two girlish shouts rang out again.

"You want to touch Ning Ze? Get past us first!"

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, who had just been blasted away, did not even have time to catch their breath before turning into two streaks of light and charging forward again.

"Boom! Buzz—"

What nearly made Zhao Wuji's eyes pop out was that the pink-gold divine radiance around the two girls had not faded. The instant they charged, it swelled dramatically again, their momentum even fiercer than before.

Ning Ze stood in the rear, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.

The core mechanism of Love Goddess's Blessing was that the stronger the beneficiaries' desire to protect and affection for Ning Ze, the greater the multiplier of the buff.

The two girls were trying to protect him now, directly pushing the buff to an unprecedented peak.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A storm of collisions erupted across the field.

Xiao Wu's soft skills were elusive and tricky, while Zhu Zhuqing's claws were cold and ruthless. Under the dual, beyond-standard buffs, the two girls moved so quickly that afterimages filled the sky, forcibly pinning the renowned Unmoving Bright King in place.

The longer Zhao Wuji fought, the more alarmed he became. Fine scratches kept appearing on his chest and arms.

If this continued, a dignified Soul Saint would not even be able to touch their clothes. He would be utterly humiliated today.

"Enough! Back off!"

Completely panicked, Zhao Wuji stopped holding back. His Soul Power suddenly exploded outward, and his arms swept out like two steel battering rams, forcibly knocking the two girls back.

The instant the obstacles were cleared, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He shot forward like a cannonball from its barrel, carrying a current of air that tore through the atmosphere as he charged straight at Ning Ze's face.

"Kid, get the hell down!"

Ning Ze watched the Unmoving Bright King charging at him and sighed.

Making two Soul Grandmaster girls directly contend with a Soul Saint had still been pushing it.

But this was also a good chance to personally test just how far the two girls' affection for him had reached.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, the second purple thousand-year soul ring around Ning Ze erupted with brilliant pink-gold divine light.

"Buzz—"

An ancient, godlike pressure swept through the entire forest. Ning Ze's Soul Power surged explosively as though riding a rocket, doubling in an instant. His once-calm aura became as vast as an ocean in the blink of an eye.

This power was more than ten times greater than when he had fought Dai Mubai at the school gates.

This was the third hidden divine passive of Love Goddess's Blessing: Shared Life Resonance.

The more beneficiaries of Love Goddess's Blessing there were, and the stronger their affection for Ning Ze, the more the attribute buffs Ning Ze himself inherited through requital would multiply and stack geometrically.

The goodwill of the three girls present flooded crazily into Ning Ze. At this moment, he seemed like the God of Love incarnate descending upon the world.

Facing Zhao Wuji's all-out heavy punch, Ning Ze remained calm and did not retreat even half a step.

He raised his right fist, wrapped in a pink-gold halo of divine power compressed to the limit, and met the incoming fist head-on.

"Thud—!!"

The shockwave became visible to the naked eye, tearing up the turf across the entire clearing and flinging it three feet into the air.

Under the horrified gazes of Tang San, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, the savage grin on the face of the mountain-like, several-hundred-pound level seventy-six Battle Soul Saint froze instantly. The sleeve on his entire right arm exploded into scraps beneath the recoil of divine power.

Boom—!

Zhao Wuji was caught completely off guard.

The mighty Unmoving Bright King flew straight backward for over a hundred meters like a golf ball struck by a giant hammer, his feet leaving the ground before he crashed into the distant forest with a thunderous boom, gouging out an enormous trench.

Silence.

The clearing behind Shrek Academy was deathly silent.