An Overpowered Soul Skill Setup!

Zhao Wuji felt his body sink, as though an invisible mountain had settled on his shoulders. Even his punch slowed.

"What?!"

His pupils contracted. Before he could react, Jiang Hao charged straight at the fist that could shatter rock!

"You're asking for it!"

Zhao Wuji roared and drove his fist into Jiang Hao's chest.

And then—

His fist passed straight through.

It was like punching air. There was no resistance, no impact at all.

"What the hell?!"

Before Zhao Wuji could react, Jiang Hao reached out, spread his fingers, and seized his wrist.

"Now it's my turn."

A cold smile touched Jiang Hao's lips. He stamped his right foot, twisted at the waist, and channeled all his strength into his right arm.

Third Soul Skill: Golden Spirit Mountain-Splitting Charge!

Pale golden light surged from his right arm, instantly forming a half-solid Golden Spirit Battle Armor. His strength rose by fifty percent!

This third Soul Skill had been granted to Jiang Hao after he absorbed Innate Spirit Gold. It was also his most powerful skill so far.

Jiang Hao gripped Zhao Wuji's wrist and hurled him away!

Boom!

Zhao Wuji flew like a cannonball and slammed into Shrek Academy's battered wooden gate.

The gate exploded, sending splinters flying.

Zhao Wuji rolled several times across the ground and knocked down an earthen wall before finally coming to a stop.

The scene fell deathly silent.

Li Yusong stared, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

The blade of grass fell from Dai Mubai's mouth as he froze in place.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide.

For the first time, Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes betrayed a flicker of emotion.

Tang San's face turned ashen, his lips trembling slightly.

"How... how is that possible...?"

Only one thought filled his mind.

That's a Soul Saint!

Jiang Hao knocked him back with one punch!?

"You little brat, you're dead!"

Zhao Wuji climbed out of the splintered wreckage, covered in dust. His gaze had turned ice-cold.

He was a Soul Saint, yet a twelve-year-old brat had sent him flying with one punch?

If word got out, how could Zhao Wuji show his face in the soul master world again?

"Interesting. Looks like I underestimated you."

Zhao Wuji dusted himself off, a savage grin spreading across his face. "But I only used seventy percent of my strength in that punch."

"Oh?"

Jiang Hao raised an eyebrow. "What a coincidence. I only used thirty percent of mine."

"You!"

Zhao Wuji ground his teeth. Without another word, he stamped his foot, and his Soul Power surged.

"Second Soul Skill: Mighty Vajra Roar!"

The phantom of a massive black bear appeared behind him and roared at the sky.

A terrifying wave of sound swept toward Jiang Hao, cracking the ground and sending stones flying.

The students nearby hurriedly covered their ears, their faces pale.

Xiao Wu cried anxiously, "Jiang Hao, watch out!"

"A sound attack?"

Jiang Hao chuckled and charged forward instead of retreating. His body rapidly turned insubstantial amid the Silver-White Flame.

Fire Spirit Body, at full power!

The sound wave passed through him like it was passing through air, doing no damage at all.

"That move again!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted. Before he could respond, Jiang Hao was already in front of him.

"My turn."

Jiang Hao raised his right hand. Silver-White Flame gathered into a fist-sized fireball in his palm, which he hurled straight at Zhao Wuji's face.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed. He hastily crossed his arms in front of him.

Boom!

The fireball burst, and searing flames swallowed him whole.

Zhao Wuji felt his arms go numb. The blast drove him back several steps, leaving deep footprints beneath him.

"Damn, that burns!"

He shook out his reddened arms, secretly alarmed.

What's with this brat's strange fire?

"What, can't take any more?"

Jiang Hao stood a short distance away with his arms folded, smiling at him. "Didn't you say you'd give me three punches? I'm not done yet."

"Don't get cocky, brat!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and his third Soul Ring lit up.

"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Enhancement!"

An invisible force instantly covered the entire area.

Jiang Hao felt his body sink, as if a mountain had settled on his shoulders. His movements slowed.

"Let's see you act tough now, kid!"

Zhao Wuji grinned, pushed off hard, and shot forward like a cannonball.

His massive fist, wrapped in violent Soul Power, hurtled toward Jiang Hao's face.

He put everything he had into that punch!

"Fire Spirit Body, activate!"

Jiang Hao's eyes sharpened. His body turned insubstantial again, and Zhao Wuji's fist passed through his chest.

But this time, Zhao Wuji was prepared.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Burst!"

The instant his fist passed through, Zhao Wuji detonated the surrounding gravity field.

Boom!

A terrifying gravity shock wave exploded outward from him. Jiang Hao staggered, and his Fire Spirit Body nearly broke.

Zhao Wuji pressed his advantage, raining down punches.

Every blow carried violent gravitational force, making the air hum.

Though Fire Spirit Body spared Jiang Hao most of the physical damage, the shock waves still rattled him.

Seeing Gravity Burst work, Zhao Wuji broke into a savage grin.

"You're still too green, brat. Did you think being immune to physical attacks made you invincible? My Gravity Shock could shake you to death!"

Jiang Hao said nothing. His body dissolved into a spray of firelight, then re-formed dozens of meters away.

Seeing Jiang Hao retreat, Zhao Wuji figured he had lost his nerve and grinned.

"Brat, there's still time to regret it. Kneel and apologize to me!"

Jiang Hao scoffed. "Apologize? I haven't even warmed up yet."

As he spoke, his second Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

Hum!

Emerald-green light surged from Jiang Hao's body and enveloped him.

His injuries, Soul Power, and aura all returned to their peak in the blink of an eye!

"What?!"

Zhao Wuji's grin froze. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

What the hell kind of Soul Skill was that?

All that fighting was for nothing?

"Why are you standing there?"

Jiang Hao rolled his wrist and smiled at him. "Come on, brute."

"Who are you calling a brute, you little brat?!"

Zhao Wuji was so furious his beard bristled, but his heart sank.

There was something strange about this kid.

Really strange.

He was a level seventy-six Soul Saint. He had fought for all that time, yet Jiang Hao stood there looking untouched and even mocked him?

If word got out, how could Zhao Wuji show his face at Shrek Academy again?

"Fine. If you're so eager to die, I'll oblige!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes hardened. Holding nothing back, he lit up his seventh Soul Ring!

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Roar!"

The phantom of a massive Mighty Vajra Bear appeared behind him and roared at the sky.

Its roar shook the ground. The surrounding students covered their ears, their faces pale.