Crazy Tang San

Facing the attacks of Tang San and the other two, Zhao Wuji clearly had no way to focus all his attacks on Ning Rongrong.

Especially with Yang Xiong protecting her, Ning Rongrong was able to swiftly evade Zhao Wuji's ranged attacks as well, at least avoiding any injury.

However, judging by Zhao Wuji's demeanor, he had not summoned his martial soul or soul rings throughout the entire fight. He was clearly just casually stretching his limbs and had not taken them seriously at all.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had even struck Zhao Wuji directly on the head, yet he showed no reaction whatsoever. He did not even sway.

Tang San seemed to understand very well that if they wanted to win, their only chance was to keep pressing the attack. Otherwise, once Zhao Wuji took down Ning Rongrong, the three of them would have an even harder time without her support. After all, Ning Rongrong had increased their strength and speed by thirty percent.

Countless Blue Silver Grass shot out from the ground, seeming to wrap around Zhao Wuji's entire body. This was Tang San's First Soul Skill: Entanglement.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing attacked with all their might, but even after using their soul skills, neither of them could break through Zhao Wuji's defenses.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly laughed. "You little monsters are quite interesting, but unfortunately, you don't have much strength."

Terrifying power erupted from Zhao Wuji's body. Golden light flashed around him, making him resemble an enormous Vajra Bear. In an instant, all the Blue Silver Grass around him was blasted away, and even Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who had been attacking him, were sent flying.

Zhao Wuji, who had originally stood under 1.7 meters tall, was now over 2.5 meters tall, like a giant—or a massive bear.

Tang San swiftly caught Xiao Wu, while Dai Mubai, standing outside the arena, rushed forward and caught Zhu Zhuqing before she could crash to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji, seemingly transformed into a giant bear, charged straight toward Ning Rongrong and Yang Xiong. Clearly, he intended to take down Ning Rongrong, the support-type soul master, first.

Seeing Zhao Wuji charging at them with overwhelming force, Yang Xiong abruptly shoved Ning Rongrong away. A blue sphere of light immediately condensed in his hand, and he forcefully launched it at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's enormous bear paw slammed forward and collided with Yang Xiong's Rasengan, sending Yang Xiong flying several meters away once more.

Yet Zhao Wuji actually took a step back. It was the first time he had retreated so far, and a trace of blackened scorching had appeared on his originally thick right hand.

Zhao Wuji glanced at his right hand, surprise appearing on his face. "A Self-Created Soul Skill? I didn't expect you brat to have some tricks up your sleeve. Too bad you're still too weak."

At this point, Zhao Wuji seemed to have developed a competitive streak. Abandoning Ning Rongrong, he charged toward Yang Xiong instead, apparently intending to deal with him first.

But at the instant Zhao Wuji threw his punch, Yang Xiong suddenly vanished from where he stood and appeared directly behind Zhao Wuji, another blue sphere of light forming in his hand.

As a Soul Saint, Zhao Wuji reacted extremely quickly. With his right hand already committed to the attack, he could only swing his left elbow backward to block Yang Xiong's strike.

But this was exactly what Yang Xiong had been waiting for. He vanished again, this time teleporting directly to Zhao Wuji's side at extremely close range.

Zhao Wuji was, after all, a Soul Saint. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth as he thrust his entire body toward Yang Xiong. Although Yang Xiong's Rasengan struck Zhao Wuji in the chest, Zhao Wuji seemed to be covered in a thick layer of soul power, and his entire body bore down like a giant bear.

Yang Xiong only felt that Zhao Wuji's body was countless times harder than granite. He was sent flying more than ten meters, and a trickle of blood even ran from the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting, brat. You're much stronger than I expected."

Seeing Yang Xiong face Zhao Wuji's attacks alone, Xiao Wu and Tang San hurried over as well. Tang San summoned countless Blue Silver Grass, which even sprouted all over Zhao Wuji's body. This was Tang San's Second Soul Skill: Parasite.

Zhao Wuji shouted, "You little brats think this tiny bit of power is enough to attack me? You're looking down on me, a Soul Saint, far too much!"

The pair of bear paws belonging to the enormous Vajra Bear erupted with boundless force. The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him shattered instantly, and his two massive palms struck Tang San and Xiao Wu separately, sending both of them flying. Xiao Wu, in particular, took most of the force in order to protect Tang San.

After fighting for so long, only two-thirds of One Incense Stick had burned.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been sent flying earlier, broke free from Dai Mubai and swiftly rejoined the battle.

As time rapidly passed, Zhao Wuji seemed somewhat irritated. It was simply too embarrassing for a dignified Soul Saint to be restrained by a few children. He immediately used his First Soul Skill: Immovable King Body. Golden light radiated from his body, and the three people around him seemed to be struck hard and thrown back.

At that moment, Xiao Wu, who had been using her soft skill techniques to attack Zhao Wuji, emitted pink light from her eyes. It was her Second Soul Skill: Charm.

But Xiao Wu had clearly chosen the wrong opponent. This mental attack might have had some effect against opponents of the same level, but Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint. His spiritual power was countless times stronger than hers.

In an instant, Xiao Wu suffered a backlash from the spiritual power. She collapsed to the ground unconscious, even coughing up blood.

Tang San's eyes glared with rage. Holding Xiao Wu, he looked utterly distressed.

Zhao Wuji merely looked slowly at the five of them. "That little girl is fine. Confusion-type soul skills may be very effective, but you have to choose your opponent carefully. If the opponent's Soul Power Level is too high, it's easy to suffer backlash. She'll be fine after resting for a night."

"Just like your Blue Silver Grass. Though it carries toxins, with my defense and soul power, it has no effect on me at all."

By now, the incense had nearly finished burning.

Zhao Wuji looked at Yang Xiong and Ning Rongrong. "You two little ones from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, your strength has exceeded my expectations. Especially you, brat—you've got decent power. I'll count you as having passed the assessment this time."

However, before he could say anything else, Tang San had already carried Xiao Wu over to Ning Rongrong. "Ning Rongrong, please help me take care of Xiao Wu."

The assessment battle had already ended. Ning Rongrong withdrew her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul and held the unconscious Xiao Wu.

Tang San then walked up to Zhao Wuji. "Teacher Zhao, I want to challenge you again. Please light another One Incense Stick. I will undergo your assessment alone for one incense stick's time."

Though Zhao Wuji had some objections, these children before him possessed even better talent than he had expected, and their combat strength was also far more formidable than he had anticipated. But they were far too proud, so he agreed to Tang San's request.

Yang Xiong, standing nearby, was speechless. Tang San was far too determined to win—or perhaps simply too extreme. Battles between soul masters were inherently blind to consequences. Half of Xiao Wu's injury this time was because of Zhao Wuji, but more of it was because she had underestimated her opponent.

Yang Xiong then carefully observed the battle between Zhao Wuji and Tang San.

Tang San could be said to have used every trick he had. All kinds of Hidden Weapons emerged one after another. His eyes turned purple, and even his hands became white—these were the Purple Demon Eyes and Mystic Jade Hand. During his attacks, he even used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

In short, all manner of Hidden Weapons attacked Zhao Wuji's vital points: Willow Leaf Knives, Locust Stones, Money Darts, Bone Penetrating Nails—one after another. In the end, Tang San even used several powerful crossbow bolts, each glowing blue and clearly coated in Deadly Poison. Finally, Tang San summoned a small hammer in his left hand—the Clear Sky Hammer.

After that barrage of attacks, especially when Tang San used the crossbow bolts hidden in his sleeves, even Zhao Wuji was caught off guard and hit. Most notably, the Clear Sky Hammer struck him in the head, and he was even poisoned when he caught a crossbow bolt in his mouth.

In the end, both sides suffered Mutual Destruction. Tang San was knocked unconscious, while Zhao Wuji looked rather miserable—at least on the surface.

Yang Xiong was speechless as he watched the battlefield. Did a Soul Saint really have to struggle this much against a Soul Grandmaster? And this was only a simple entrance assessment. Was there really any need to take it so seriously?

Throughout the entire process, Yang Xiong only felt that Zhao Wuji was somewhat pitiful. A dignified Soul Saint had actually been humiliated by a child.

Among everyone in the Original Work's Shrek group, Zhao Wuji was the only one who gave Yang Xiong a favorable impression. The main reason was that when something happened, he truly stepped forward. No matter how powerful the enemy was, he did not care. After all, he did not share any particularly close relationship with the students, nor was he their master.

After recuperating for a while, Zhao Wuji arranged for Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong to take Xiao Wu and Tang San back to their dormitory to rest.

At that moment, he seemed to recall something and hurriedly looked at Yang Xiong. "Kid, are you really alright after taking several of my heavy blows in a row?"

Yang Xiong smiled faintly. "Teacher Zhao, do I look like I'm injured?"

Zhao Wuji was speechless, muttering under his breath, "That shouldn't be possible. My last move was an unconscious attack. Even a Soul Elder should have been seriously injured. What kind of monster is this kid?"

This was currently the free period, so Shrek would not be written in excessive detail. Many details would be glossed over.

Looking at the Original Work as a whole, Tang San could be too extreme at times, especially when it came to Xiao Wu. That was the root of all his later changes.