Tang San Asked for a Beating and Was Instantly Defeated

Zhao Wuji still had no idea how serious it was to offend "Tang God King." He said carelessly, "This little girl is fine. Illusion-type Soul Skills may be very effective, but you have to choose the right opponent. If your opponent's Soul Power Level is too high, it's easy to suffer backlash. She'll be fine after resting for a night."

He paused, feeling that he had played around enough, and added, "Your strength was indeed beyond my expectations. I'll count you as having passed the assessment this time."

But before Zhao Wuji could say anything else, Tang San had already brought Xiao Wu to Ning Rongrong. "Ning Rongrong, sorry for the trouble. Please take care of Xiao Wu for me."

Ning Rongrong hurriedly nodded and supported Xiao Wu.

Dai Mubai watched Tang San's seemingly desperate stance from the side and helplessly shook his head.

As expected of the vengeful "Tang God King." He was taking things way too far.

Battles between Soul Masters were inherently dangerous, and Soul Skills had no eyes. Half of Xiao Wu's injuries this time were because of Zhao Wuji, but more importantly, she had underestimated her opponent. Besides, Zhao Wuji had already said they were only minor injuries and that she would be fine after resting.

"Can you put me down now?"

A cold voice came from his arms.

Dai Mubai froze and looked down to see Zhu Zhuqing, who had already woken up.

Her gaze was cold and sharp, but being held so ambiguously by Dai Mubai caused a faint blush to quietly rise on her pale cheeks.

"Uh... sorry!" Dai Mubai hurriedly set her down gently. After supporting her until she was steady, he asked, "Are you all right?"

Zhu Zhuqing did not answer. She merely glanced at him coldly, then shifted her gaze toward the arena.

"Rude!" Dai Mubai curled his lips and tactfully stepped back two paces.

Meanwhile, Tang San had already walked up to Zhao Wuji. He stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji, his aura making it seem as though he wanted to kill him.

Tang San said coldly, "Teacher Zhao, I'd like to challenge you again. Please light another incense stick. I'll face your one-incense-stick assessment alone."

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji found it inexplicable that he had somehow gotten this confidence from nowhere.

A level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster—was he really that ignorant of the height of the heavens and depth of the earth?

Seeing the almost obsessive madness in Tang San's eyes, Zhao Wuji suddenly became interested. His playful mood surged. "Fine! I'll play with you today!"

Another incense stick fell to the ground.

"Begin!"

Before the words had even left his mouth, Tang San instantly went berserk, planning to take advantage of Zhao Wuji's underestimation and launch the first attack.

His eyes turned purple, and both hands moved rapidly over the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night at his waist.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Willow Leaf Knives, Back-Mounted Crossbows, Coin Darts, Bone-Piercing Nails... all kinds of concealed weapons poured out, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's vital points!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Sparks flew across the arena for a moment.

Zhao Wuji's body seemed to have been forged from steel, blocking all the concealed weapons.

This time, Tang San had not used the Dragon Whisker Needles that specifically pierced protective qi. He simply could not break through Zhao Wuji's defenses.

Tang San's figure blurred as he activated Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track at the same time.

His figure moved around Zhao Wuji like a ghost. He employed the Four Ounces Deflecting a Thousand Pounds technique, using deft force to neutralize Zhao Wuji's tremendous strength.

For a time, Zhao Wuji was genuinely irritated by this slippery tactic that clung to him relentlessly.

"Boy, your footwork isn't bad!" Zhao Wuji roared, his attacks growing even more urgent.

"Second Soul Skill, Parasite!"

Tang San was in a perilous situation and immediately activated Parasite. Vines grew from Zhao Wuji's body, briefly restricting his movements.

Immediately afterward, a massive hammer that was pitch-black all over appeared in Tang San's left palm.

It was the Clear Sky Hammer!

Tang San flipped his wrist and unleashed Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. One hammer followed another as they crashed down toward Zhao Wuji!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The hammer shadows were as massive as mountains, and their momentum was like a rainbow!

Zhao Wuji had underestimated his opponent through carelessness. He was actually forced back again and again by the unending hammer technique, his clothes torn and his appearance somewhat disheveled.

A dignified level-seventy-six Soul Sage had actually been forced into such a state by a Soul Grandmaster!

"That's enough!"

Zhao Wuji flew into a rage, and his fourth and fifth Soul Rings lit up simultaneously!

"Fourth Soul Skill, Position Tracking!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Crush!"

An invisible force instantly locked onto Tang San. No matter how he dodged, the next attack was certain to hit.

At the same time, Tang San felt as though his legs had been filled with lead. His entire body seemed to have sunk into a swamp, making movement difficult!

"Boy, lie down for me!"

Zhao Wuji roared. His wok-sized fist, wrapped in violent Soul Power, crashed down!

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He wanted to dodge, but under Gravity Crush, he found that even lifting his arms had become incomparably difficult.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Zhao Wuji struck Tang San on the neck with his palm.

Tang San's vision went black, and he passed out completely.

Looking at Tang San sprawled on the ground, Dai Mubai felt an immense satisfaction well up inside him. He could barely keep himself from laughing aloud.

"Tang San, Tang San, now you know better than to be ignorant of the height of the heavens and depth of the earth, right?"

However, when Dai Mubai looked toward Zhao Wuji, his gloating expression instantly turned into one of sympathy.

Teacher Zhao was probably going to have an even worse night.

Zhao Wuji shouted as though nothing had happened, "Mubai, these few little monsters have all passed the assessment. Settle them somewhere."

"Yes, Teacher Zhao."

Dai Mubai nodded. His gaze fell on the unconscious Tang San, but he showed no intention of going over to help him up.

He circulated his Soul Power and shouted loudly toward the direction of the dormitory building, "Oscar, come help!"

His voice, wrapped in Soul Power, clearly reached the dormitory building.

"Coming!"

A figure sprinted over from the direction of the dormitory.

Oscar ran up to Dai Mubai. "Boss Dai, you called? What orders do you have?"

Dai Mubai gestured toward the ground with his chin. "Make a few sausages. They're all injured."

"Sure thing!"

Oscar immediately urged his Soul Power. Three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—slowly rose beneath his feet as he stretched his neck and began chanting:

"I've got a Big Sausage!"

"I've got a Big Sausage!"

His voice carried an indescribably lecherous quality.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's expressions changed at the same time, their stomachs churning. The two exchanged a glance, and both saw deep disgust in the other's eyes.

Oscar had long since grown used to such looks. He handed the two prepared sausages to Dai Mubai, his face breaking into a wide smile. "Boss Dai, they're ready. Still hot!"

The corner of Dai Mubai's mouth twitched. He glanced toward Tang San and gestured with his eyes: Give it to him. Why are you giving it to me?

Oscar understood immediately. He smiled awkwardly, then scampered over to Tang San and Xiao Wu.

He pried open Tang San and Xiao Wu's mouths one after the other and stuffed a sausage into each.

The Super Recovery Sausage melted as soon as it entered their mouths, and a trace of color quickly returned to Tang San and Xiao Wu's pale faces.

With the help of the Super Recovery Sausage, the two of them should wake up in the afternoon.

Zhao Wuji shouted from the side as well, "Oscar, bring me two. These concealed weapons are poisoned!"

"Sure thing! I've got a Big Sausage! I've got a Small Sausage!"

Another chant that made people's scalps crawl rang out.

Oscar respectfully handed the prepared sausages to Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji took them and stuffed both into his mouth at once. "All right, Mubai, I'll leave this place to you. I'm going to rest for a while."

With that, he strode away.