Zhao Wuji Gets Played-Is the Fight Over?

At those words, Tang San's Soul Power surged. A thick Blue Silver Grass vine burst from the ground behind Zhao Wuji and shot straight for his back passage.

Zhao Wuji's face went white.

Shameless!

Utterly shameless!

Lin Xiao was so young, yet his methods were this ruthless.

Going straight for the parts below the belt, was he?

His body might have been tough, but that depended on where he was hit.

His eyes were definitely one of his weak spots!

If Zhu Zhuqing's sharp claws struck home, she would gouge his eyeballs right out.

And that Blue Silver Grass vine had a pointed tip.

If it got in, his rear end would be blown apart.

But was that every killing move Lin Xiao had prepared?

Of course not!

Just as Zhao Wuji wondered whether to knock them all away, Lin Xiao made another move.

Lin Xiao released the sword hilt with his left hand. Another sword appeared in his grasp and stabbed straight for Zhao Wuji's backside.

"Holy shit! A Twin Sword Martial Soul?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes went wide.

He could tell it was another Martial Soul, and the shock nearly scared his soul out of his body.

"Immovable Bright King Body!"

A brilliant golden light erupted around him.

The tremendous force hurled everyone within three meters away.

The backlash was terrifying. It even crushed the Blue Silver Grass vine outright.

Lin Xiao's pupils contracted.

Zhao Wuji must have sensed the danger to use that Soul Skill.

Lin Xiao quickly drew back his swords and crossed them before him to block.

Bang!!!

The backlash struck and sent him flying.

Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing were thrown back by the same force, their bodies losing balance.

In midair, Lin Xiao flicked one of his swords toward Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing reacted quickly, planting a foot against it to steady herself.

Tang San swiftly summoned Blue Silver Grass vines to wrap around his body and steadied himself as well.

"Thanks."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded to Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao waved it off. "Teacher Zhao is a Soul Saint. His cultivation is deep, and his defense is formidable. Unless we find an opening, it'll be hard to break through."

He glanced around. Half an incense stick had already burned.

But for a group whose Soul Power Levels were only in the twenties, that brief fight had already cost them plenty of Soul Power and stamina.

Lasting the full incense stick would be difficult.

He had to think of something.

"Damn it, I nearly capsized in a gutter."

"You little brat. Those were some dirty tricks."

Zhao Wuji bared his teeth.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, they would have done him in.

The thought that he had nearly been brought down in front of a pack of little brats left him rather annoyed with Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao merely shrugged. "Teacher Zhao, tell me this: if we were on a battlefield, or facing a real enemy, would a plan like mine work?"

Zhao Wuji paused, then burst out laughing.

"Good, good! You're right, kid."

"If you run into an enemy, of course you use every trick you can to finish them off."

"But I'm not your enemy, am I? Did you have to go that far?"

Lin Xiao chuckled. "I'm afraid I disagree, Teacher Zhao. Your Soul Power Level is over seventy, while ours are only in the twenties. There's an enormous gap between us."

"If you truly went all out, we couldn't last an incense stick."

"To enter Shrek Academy and receive a better education, I had no choice but to use every means available."

"If you want to beat or punish me afterward, I'll accept it."

Zhao Wuji's brows twitched hard.

A few sentences had left him no room to argue.

But he had to admit, he liked hearing them.

Lin Xiao had acknowledged both his formidable cultivation and the academy's excellence.

The kid was clever.

He knew when to advance and when to retreat. He was bound to go far.

"Wait. You're stalling!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly realized what was happening.

When he checked, two-thirds of the time had already passed!

"Oh no, Teacher Zhao saw through me."

"But I meant every word I just said."

Zhao Wuji's face flushed red, and he charged straight at him.

"Once this test is over, I'll have a proper heart-to-heart with you."

Seeing him rush over, Lin Xiao had no intention of taking the blow head-on.

He only had twenty levels of Soul Power. One punch from Zhao Wuji could send him flying into the sky.

He promptly ran.

"Zhu Zhuqing, protect Ning Rongrong."

"Xiao Wu, cover us. Tang San, hold him back. We only need to drag this out a little longer."

Lin Xiao might have been talking, but he hadn't been idle.

With the Four Swords of Zhu Xian Martial Soul, he could control each sword from a distance within a certain range.

The Immortal Slaying Sword had already circled around to Zhu Zhuqing and written a line on the ground.

Zhao Wuji's back had been turned, so naturally he hadn't seen it.

That was why the others fell into step the moment Lin Xiao spoke.

Only a little time remained. They had to hold on.

Zhu Zhuqing grabbed Ning Rongrong, ready to flee at any moment with the speed of an agility-type fighter.

Xiao Wu looked for chances to harass Zhao Wuji, while Tang San sent wave after wave of Blue Silver Grass at him, forming a ring around him.

But when Tang San glanced at Lin Xiao, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

This should have been his stage, the place where he showed everyone what he could do.

Instead, it had become Lin Xiao's show.

No. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way!

Lin Xiao, you'd better just bow out!

A cold glint flashed through Tang San's eyes.

A gap appeared in the ring of Blue Silver Grass vines around Zhao Wuji—not too large, not too small.

Zhao Wuji spotted it and immediately charged through, heading straight for Lin Xiao.

The moment Lin Xiao saw the gap, he knew Tang San was behind it.

Sure enough, Lin Xiao had spoken to Xiao Wu a little too much since yesterday, and Tang San could no longer sit still.

Now he was even trying to get Lin Xiao eliminated?

Unfortunately, Tang San seemed to have missed something.

Under the rules, as long as one of them was still standing when the incense stick burned out, they all passed.

A petty trick like this could never eliminate Lin Xiao.

There was another possibility, though.

Tang San wanted to use Zhao Wuji to injure him badly.

That was vicious.

But Lin Xiao knew Zhao Wuji far too well to come unprepared.

The instant Zhao Wuji passed through the gap, Lin Xiao hurled the Immortal Execution Sword.

"Kid, throwing your Martial Soul away isn't a smart move."

"Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

With a laugh, Zhao Wuji's hands turned into bear paws and slammed against the Immortal Execution Sword.

"Teacher Zhao, have you forgotten something?"

"What?"

Zhao Wuji froze. Before he could react, he saw Lin Xiao raise his right hand with two fingers extended like a sword.

"Sword, come!"

At his command, the Immortal Slaying Sword plunged from the sky.

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank. He had nearly forgotten.

The kid had another sword.

He simply hadn't expected Lin Xiao to control it from a distance at level twenty. That was rare.

Most Sword-Type Martial Souls could only be held for slashing or used to release Soul Skills at this stage.

Controlling one from afar usually required a much higher Soul Power Level or a corresponding Soul Skill.

"Without a Soul Skill, you're no threat to me!"

"Immovable Bright King Body!"

Zhao Wuji used the Soul Skill again, knocking the Immortal Slaying Sword away.

He was about to use another Soul Skill when Lin Xiao raised a hand, a triumphant smile on his face.

In an instant, every hair on Zhao Wuji's body stood on end.

At some point, the tip of the Immortal Execution Sword had come to rest against his throat!