Zhao Wuji Loses His Temper! A Killing Blow?

Zhao Wuji's body began to swell, his muscles bulging one after another.

Dark-gold fur spread across his skin. He shot up past three meters as though he were being inflated, radiating a terrifying aura.

"We're done, we're done, we're done!"

Xiao Wu stamped her feet in panic, her rabbit ears standing straight up. "Martial Soul Avatar! Jiang Hao, watch out!"

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide. "He... he's really only twelve?"

They were all the same age. How could the gap be this huge?

For the first time, Zhu Zhuqing's cool eyes showed a clear flicker of emotion. Her lips parted slightly, but she said nothing.

Leaning against the doorframe, Dai Mubai lost his smile too. "That kid forced Teacher Zhao to use his Martial Soul Avatar. He's no pushover."

At the back of the crowd, Tang San trembled with excitement.

He clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palms. A twisted smile crept across his face.

"Jiang Hao, you're dead!"

He knew Zhao Wuji's strength all too well.

With his Martial Soul Avatar active, Zhao Wuji was formidable even among opponents at the same level.

No matter how strong Jiang Hao was, he was only a level-thirty-nine Soul Elder.

What could he use to block that?

How could he possibly block it?

"Hahaha! So this day has finally come for you!"

In the arena, terrifying pressure bore down on Jiang Hao like a mountain.

But instead of retreating, Jiang Hao smiled.

"Martial Soul Avatar?"

He shook his head, sounding faintly disdainful. "A brute is still a brute. All you know is brute force."

He turned his right hand, and a jet-black cannon barrel appeared in his palm.

Intricate silver patterns covered its dark surface, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Jiang Hao hoisted the barrel onto his shoulder and smiled at Zhao Wuji. "And I love taking down brutes."

Zhao Wuji froze for a second, then sneered. "With that scrap-metal pipe?"

"Scrap-metal pipe?"

Jiang Hao chuckled, settling the Soul Cannon against his shoulder.

Silvery-white flames surged around his left hand while golden light gathered in his right. The two powers wound together like swimming dragons and flowed into the barrel.

A terrifying pulse of energy welled up at the muzzle, making the air hum.

"This shot is called Dimensional Strike."

As the words left his mouth, the silver patterns on the Soul Cannon flared to life.

Flame and the power of metal intertwined wildly inside the barrel, giving off a piercing whine.

A fist-sized ball of light rapidly formed at the muzzle.

Blazing white fire surrounded a core of golden sharpness.

The two powers pressed and spun against each other, radiating a presence that made hearts pound.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted. Even with his Martial Soul Avatar active, he felt a trace of danger.

"Not good!"

With a roar, he slammed both fists into the ground, trying to use the recoil to dodge.

But Jiang Hao moved faster. He adjusted the muzzle slightly, keeping it locked on Zhao Wuji's chest.

Boom!

A thick beam erupted from the muzzle, silver-white and gold intertwined. It tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

A deep trench opened in the ground beneath it. Stones flew, and a wave of heat swept outward.

Zhao Wuji barely had time to cross his arms over his chest before the beam struck him.

Bang!

A heavy impact thundered through the arena.

As if struck by a giant hammer, Zhao Wuji flew backward through two earthen walls. He plowed a trench more than ten meters long before finally coming to a stop.

He knelt on one knee, his arms blackened and most of his fur scorched. The smell of burning hung around him.

His Martial Soul Avatar wavered from the blow, nearly collapsing on the spot.

"Cough, cough..."

Zhao Wuji coughed violently and spat out a puff of black smoke. He looked up at Jiang Hao in disbelief.

"What... what the hell is that thing?!"

He was a Soul Sage with his Martial Soul Avatar active, yet a cannon barrel had nearly blasted his martial soul apart.

Jiang Hao lowered the Soul Cannon from his shoulder and chuckled. "This thing is called a Soul Tool."

"A Soul Tool?" Dai Mubai asked, baffled. "I've seen Soul Tools, but none with power like that."

The Soul Tools he knew were for storage, weren't they?

Since when could one blast a Soul Sage off his feet?

Ning Rongrong's eyes shone with excitement. She stared at the cannon barrel as though she had discovered a priceless treasure.

She turned toward Jiang Hao, already calculating how to buy the Soul Tool from him.

A single shot could unleash power comparable to a Soul Sage's. If it could be mass-produced, it would completely solve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's lack of combat strength!

Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side without a word, but her cool eyes never left the cannon barrel in Jiang Hao's hands.

That kind of power, unleashed at that speed, was the bane of agility-type soul masters like her.

She wondered whether it could be mass-produced.

At the back of the crowd, Tang San's smile had frozen completely.

He clenched his fists until his nails nearly dug into his palms. A knot of frustration lodged in his chest.

"How is that possible... Zhao Wuji's a Soul Sage..."

Xiao Wu rushed to Jiang Hao's side, grabbed his arm, and looked him up and down. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"Why would I be?"

Jiang Hao slung the Soul Cannon over his shoulder and patted its barrel.

"Hmph. Show-off."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't keep the corners of her mouth from lifting.

Then everything changed!

"You little bastard, you're dead!"

A furious roar exploded behind them.

Jiang Hao's pupils contracted, and he spun around.

Zhao Wuji had climbed to his feet. Blackened from head to toe, his eyes bloodred, he looked like a bull gone mad.

He glared at Jiang Hao. His seventh Soul Ring lit up again, and his Martial Soul Avatar took shape once more!

"Teacher Zhao, you—"

Li Yusong's face changed. He started forward to stop him, but Zhao Wuji sent him flying with a sweep of his palm.

"Get out of my way! I'll beat down anyone who tries to stop me!"

Zhao Wuji roared and stamped hard against the ground, launching himself at Jiang Hao like a cannonball!

He was more than twice as fast as before!

Soul Power surged around him, his dark-gold fur standing on end. A violent gravity field wrapped around his fists as he drove them straight at Jiang Hao's face!

He put everything into that blow!

He held nothing back!

"Jiang Hao, watch out!"

Xiao Wu went pale and tried to throw herself in front of Jiang Hao without a second thought.

But Jiang Hao shoved her aside, raised the Soul Cannon, and aimed its muzzle at Zhao Wuji.

Boom!

Another beam erupted.

This time, though, Zhao Wuji was ready.

He twisted aside. The beam grazed his shoulder, struck the earthen wall behind him, and blasted a huge hole through it.

"You think the same trick will work twice?"

Zhao Wuji sneered and lunged, closing the distance in a flash.

His fist, as big as a clay pot and wreathed in terrifying gravity, smashed down toward Jiang Hao's head!

That punch could shatter a small mountain!

Jiang Hao's gaze sharpened. His first Soul Ring lit up beneath him, and he activated his Fire Spirit Body.

He tried the same tactic as before, turning intangible to evade the punch.

But Zhao Wuji had anticipated it. The instant his fist descended, he detonated the gravity field around them.

"Gravity Burst!"

Boom!

A terrifying shock wave of gravity erupted. Jiang Hao staggered under the impact, his Fire Spirit Body nearly disrupted.

"Die!"