"Round two, begin."
"Little Monsters, well done. Come on, keep going."
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily and patted his chest.
Lin Yang charged forward again. This time, Zhao Wuji had learned his lesson and kept his stance firmly planted, giving Lin Yang no chance to turn his strength against him.
But for the moment, he could do nothing to Lin Yang either. Through the Sharingan, every movement he made was broken down in minute detail.
The direction of his strength, the mobilization of his soul power-everything was crystal clear. Lin Yang was as slippery as a loach, impossible to hit, yet the occasional sneak attack he landed still hurt.
The intensive use of the Sharingan had already begun to tire Lin Yang, and a hint of stiffness crept into his evasive movements.
If this had been a solo challenge, defeat would have been inevitable in his current state. But this was a team challenge.
Just as Zhao Wuji threw another swift punch, thick vines appeared around his body again, interrupting his exertion of force.
At that very moment, Lin Yang seized the chance to retreat, and Tang San stepped forward to take his place, punching at Zhao Wuji's chest.
Zhao Wuji grinned and thrust out his chest. Clearly, he did not think Tang San had the strength to hurt him.
Tang San's eyes lit up. He indeed lacked the strength to hurt Zhao Wuji. After all, even Lin Yang, the strongest among them, could not inflict any meaningful damage, let alone him.
But while his own strength could not hurt Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji's strength could.
Tang San's swinging fist instantly opened into a palm, his fingers curling slightly as he used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, planting his right foot on Zhao Wuji's foot.
Zhao Wuji jolted in alarm and tried to steady himself, but at that exact moment, Lin Yang appeared behind him and drove a vicious kick into his leg.
His lower body went numb for an instant. That single instant was enough for even him to lose his balance.
"Up!"
Tang San shouted, exerting strength through both arms, and actually lifted Zhao Wuji into the air.
"Xiao Wu!"
"Coming!"
Zhao Wuji's feet were completely off the ground. Now was the moment for Xiao Wu to shine.
Her two long legs wrapped around Zhao Wuji's waist. Xiao Wu arched backward and seized his feet with both hands.
Her first Soul Ring blazed with light. Xiao Wu sent their bodies spinning rapidly through several revolutions in midair, then hurled Zhao Wuji headfirst toward the ground.
Just before they hit the ground, Tang San used Blue Silver Grass to pull Xiao Wu clear.
The next second, with a thunderous crash, Zhao Wuji slammed into the ground, his entire head buried in the earth.
Xiao Wu flipped in midair and landed lightly, catching her breath.
"Did we go a little too hard on him?"
"No. You're underestimating Teacher Zhao, Xiao Wu. He hasn't even used any soul skills yet."
As Tang San spoke, he withdrew the Blue Silver Grass from Zhao Wuji's body.
Zhao Wuji braced both arms against the ground and pulled his head free, then brushed the dirt from his head.
"An eighty-year-old mother, toppled by a child! Looks like I'll have to get serious. Xiao Bai, what are you laughing at? Come see me tomorrow for a practical combat lesson."
"Uh..."
The smile on Dai Mubai's face instantly vanished as he stood at the edge of the clearing.
"Come on, children. Let's continue."
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji strode forward and charged toward them.
Xiao Wu attacked first, and Zhao Wuji raised a hand to strike her.
But Tang San waved his hand, and dozens of strands of Blue Silver Grass burst out of the ground, coiling around Zhao Wuji's arm and yanking hard.
Zhao Wuji's palm strike missed, just as expected. Xiao Wu seized the opportunity to drive a fierce kick into his abdomen.
The kick did not hurt Zhao Wuji at all, but at the same time, Zhu Zhuqing appeared behind him.
Her second Soul Ring lit up. Her agile figure resembled a rapidly spinning cogwheel in the air, slicing furiously at Zhao Wuji's back.
Zhao Wuji roared in pain, and his first Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
A dazzling burst of golden light erupted in an instant. Before Zhu Zhuqing could react, she was blasted away.
Dai Mubai's pupils contracted. He instantly appeared where she was about to fall and caught her, discovering that both her arms were dislocated and the shock had knocked her unconscious.
Xiao Wu suffered at the same time. She had only just pulled her foot back and had yet to retreat.
As the golden light flashed, she was violently thrown backward. The powerful shock made her spit out a mouthful of blood while she was still in the air.
Lin Yang instantly appeared in midair and caught her. She was clearly extremely weak as well. Upon seeing that he was the one holding her, she closed her eyes and passed out.
Tang San's face also went deathly pale in an instant. The shock transmitted through the Blue Silver Grass left his insides burning, but Xiao Wu's condition clearly concerned him far more.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!"
Tang San hurried over to Lin Yang, took one of Xiao Wu's hands, and channeled the internal energy of his Mysterious Heaven Skill into her, but she showed no response.
"She's fine. She just took the shock at close range, and she was already running low on strength. She's simply exhausted. A night's sleep will set her right."
Zhao Wuji remained where he stood without pursuing them. After speaking, he turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong and smiled.
"There's no need for me to attack again, is there, little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? You've lost. You couldn't even last for one stick of incense. You're far too weak."
Tang San watched Xiao Wu without a word. Just then, Lin Yang's voice reached his ears.
"Can you still move?"
Tang San raised his head and saw the three tomoe in Lin Yang's eyes spinning rapidly, almost joining into a single line, as though expressing their owner's emotions.
Tang San understood something and nodded, then turned to Ning Rongrong.
"Could you look after Xiao Wu? Sorry for the trouble."
Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then stepped forward and took Xiao Wu into her arms. Watching the two boys' calm faces, she slowly backed away.
"What, you still want to try? My second soul skill, Great Strength Vajra Palm, isn't so easy to withstand."
Tang San stepped forward a few paces and shook his head at those words.
"I'm not asking to continue the current test."
"So you're admitting defeat, then?"
"No. I want to fight you seriously. Please light another stick of incense. If we last until it burns out, all five of us pass."
Zhao Wuji looked at the two boys, both clearly in poor condition, with the ghost of a smile.
"And what if you can't last? Don't forget, you lost even when you all attacked together, let alone in your current state."
Tang San fell silent. He turned to Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. Zhu Zhuqing had slowly regained consciousness and was struggling to get out of Dai Mubai's arms.
Ning Rongrong's gaze swept over Tang San, then moved to the figure who had been standing there without saying a word. She smiled.
"We're comrades. Ever since I was little, Dad taught me never to abandon my comrades. At worst, we'll leave together. The academies in the imperial capital certainly won't turn us away."
Then she looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who no longer had the strength to speak and merely gave a small nod.
With their answer, Tang San turned back and exchanged a glance with Lin Yang. Their eyes were different, but the look in them was the same.
"If we lose, we'll leave together."
Zhao Wuji looked at them, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Good, good! Then let me see what strength you're still hiding."
As he spoke, he lit a third stick of incense and planted it in the ground.
Tang San lowered his head slightly. His hands gradually took on the color of jade, and his eyes had already turned purple.
Lin Yang stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji, though he knew that before long, this arrogant Immovable Wisdom King would be beaten savagely by a certain Titled Douluo fiercely protective of his child.
But if he did nothing, he would be letting down these eyes, letting down his identity as a transmigrator, letting down... that clingy girl.
[Obito Uchiha portrayal progress +1, current: 8]
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