Tang San clutched his groin in agony, his fingertips frantically striking the acupuncture points on his body. He circulated the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, forcibly stemming the blood seeping out.
His entire face was deathly pale. His clenched teeth ground audibly, and wave after wave of cold sweat broke out across his forehead, streaming down his cheeks.
Heavy, agonized gasps escaped his throat. "Hah... hah..."
Tang San hurriedly retrieved a small vial of neurotoxin from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, carefully poured out a little, and meticulously applied it to the wound.
The toxin took effect remarkably quickly. Within just a few breaths, the tearing agony rapidly faded, leaving only a numb, tingling itch.
He pulled out some bandages and hastily bound the wound. Bracing one hand against the doorframe to steady himself, he staggered on unsteady feet and looked toward the source of the aura, his expression grave.
"What is that aura? Why does it feel so familiar? It's like my Blue Silver Grass, but with something more noble about it."
He gently raised his right hand. Blue Silver Grass streaked with dark red markings appeared, its stems bowing toward the source of the aura as though paying homage.
Storm-tossed waves surged through Tang San's heart. Something that could make his Blue Silver Grass behave like this, and that felt connected to his own bloodline...
Could it be...
Suppressing his emotions, Tang San made his way toward the training grounds, hobbling along in a strange posture.
Meanwhile, at the training grounds.
Without another word, Zhao Wuji activated his Martial Soul Avatar, increasing all his attributes by 100%.
"Immovable Bright King Body!"
With a low roar, a layer of golden light instantly rose over his body. His frame visibly bulked up, and dense soul power wrapped tightly around him.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance, clasped hands, and summoned their martial souls.
Their soul power mingled through their palms. Rather than rejecting one another, their differing attributes bizarrely gathered into a single mass.
The pitch-black phantom of the Hell Spirit Cat circled the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, two streams of soul light-one black, one multicolored-twining and swirling together.
The multicolored light slowly faded, leaving only a tall, curvaceous figure standing there.
Layers of dark purple crystal encased her entire body. Flecks of multicolored glazed light flowed across the crystal's surface, mingled with the dark, heavy mist unique to the nether.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Glazed Nether Armor."
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's blended voices rang out, aloof yet playful.
Zhao Wuji's eyelid twitched at the sight. The Hell Spirit Cat and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill??
What did those two even have in common? One was a beast martial soul, the other a tool martial soul. How the hell did that make sense?!
Then Zhao Wuji covered his head with both hands and stood quietly in place, ready to take a beating.
Watching Zhao Wuji act so timidly left Chen Yang speechless.
Testing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill on a target that would not fight back could never reveal its true power. It was no different from randomly pounding a rock.
He immediately called out to Zhao Wuji:
"Zhao Wuji, stop holding back and go all out. Even if they get hurt by accident, I won't hold you responsible."
"You said it yourself! Don't turn around and come after me later!"
"I keep my word!" Chen Yang replied decisively, though inwardly he added, As if.
Zhao Wuji was delighted to hear that. Free of all reservations, he stamped his foot heavily against the ground, making it shudder.
"Great Strength Vajra Palm!"
A phantom golden palm taller than a man roared forth, carrying a crushing blast of wind as it hurtled straight toward the figure clad in Glazed Nether Armor.
The figure in Glazed Nether Armor flickered, moving so fast that only a dark purple afterimage remained. She easily evaded the incoming golden palm.
The enormous Vajra Palm slammed into the ground behind her with a thunderous crash, sending shattered stone and dust flying.
When the dust cleared, the figure in Glazed Nether Armor had vanished, without even a trace of soul power fluctuation.
Zhao Wuji's hair suddenly stood on end. He hurriedly spun around and crossed his arms in front of himself.
Clang!
Metal rang against stone, and the terrifying force drove Zhao Wuji three steps backward.
The figure in Glazed Nether Armor reappeared, still holding her striking pose.
With a flash of shadowy light, she vanished again.
"She disappeared again? Isn't that cheating?!"
Zhao Wuji stared at the claw marks on his arms, exclaiming at how absurd it was.
"Gravity Enhancement! Gravity Compression!"
Two soul rings lit up in succession, and the air around Zhao Wuji violently warped.
A heavy pulling force spread outward from him. Gravity multiplied throughout the entire area, crushing pressure enveloping every direction as he tried to forcibly drag the hidden figure out.
The wide-ranging gravitational suppression proved effective. Dragged down by the heavy gravity, the figure clad in Glazed Nether Armor was forced to reveal herself.
Seeing that she was about to be pulled toward him, the figure in Glazed Nether Armor decisively unleashed her ultimate move.
"Netherglaze Instant-Kill Formation!"
A vast expanse of rainbow glimmers erupted across the dark purple crystals covering her body, marking Zhao Wuji.
As her words fell, she became a shadowy afterimage and lunged toward Zhao Wuji at incredible speed.
Her claws, coated in hard dark purple crystal, raked viciously across his chest, tearing through flesh and leaving a bleeding wound.
Her figure vanished in an instant, then appeared directly beside Zhao Wuji the next moment. Her claws slashed down viciously again.
The figure in Glazed Nether Armor became a skyful of afterimages, striking over a hundred times in a single second.
Only when the assault had completely ended did the dark purple figure land steadily on the ground.
Zhao Wuji was now covered in countless bloody gashes. His once-solid Immovable Wisdom King vajra defense had been utterly shattered, and blood seeped from wounds all over his battered body.
He panted heavily, his muscles aching and numb. That furious assault of over a hundred strikes in a second had left him no time to defend himself.
"That was sheer torture... hiss..."
Zhao Wuji grimaced. Even moving a single finger tugged at dozens of wounds through his muscles. The sensation was more than he could bear.
Buzzz-
With a flicker of light, the Glazed Nether Armor dissipated, and Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong separated, both utterly weak.
Light flashed beneath Chen Yang's feet. Using Teleport, he instantly appeared beside them and reached out to support them securely, one on either side.
"Are you all right?"
Pale-faced, Zhu Zhuqing nodded weakly, her breathing somewhat erratic.
"I'm fine... it just drained all my soul power."
Beside her, Ning Rongrong looked exhausted and utterly drained, but excitement shone in her bright eyes. She had clearly relished the thrill of that fierce battle, where every strike drew blood.
"It was exhausting, but fighting felt amazing! Once we've rested, let's do it again!"
"Sure. We'll talk about it later."
Chen Yang took out the Master Ball and recalled both of them.
With his first soul skill, they could return at full health in just ten minutes.
"Um, you don't need me for anything else, right? Can I go back now?"
Zhao Wuji asked, forcing himself to endure the pain.
Chen Yang waved casually and tossed him a Berry that could restore HP.
"This can heal your injuries."
Zhao Wuji looked at the oddly shaped fruit in his hand, his mouth curling into a grin.
Then he stuffed it into his mouth, smacked his lips, and swallowed. Within a few breaths, most of his wounds had healed.
"Thanks!"
See? He even had to thank me.
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