You Really Are Close

Everyone present was instantly enveloped in a rich, seven-colored glow.

Ye Fan flexed his hand and found that his strength had increased by almost sixty percent.

He could not help smiling.

Good. Word Spirit had worked.

The others were also shocked by the powerful enhancement.

Xiao Wu was especially eager to try it out and ran toward the other side of the field.

Just as Xiao Wu was about to move into position on the flank, Ye Fan suddenly caught her.

Ye Fan cautioned her earnestly, "Be careful. Don't use Charm..."

Xiao Wu froze at his words, warmth welling in her heart. Then she smiled and agreed.

"Okay!"

Only then did Ye Fan let Xiao Wu leave.

Ning Rongrong suddenly appeared like a ghost, pressed close behind Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan, why did you tell Xiao Wu not to use that Charm thing?"

Could it... have something to do with Xiao Wu getting hurt?

Naturally, Ye Fan had an answer ready for Ning Rongrong's question.

He said earnestly, "Because our opponent is a Soul Saint. When the gap in Soul Power is too great, this kind of mental attack can very easily backfire.

"Since it could easily hurt her, naturally, I wouldn't let Xiao Wu use that ability again."

Ning Rongrong nodded, only half understanding.

Then, for no apparent reason, she said,

"You really are close..."

Ye Fan knew that Ning Rongrong was subtly probing his attitude.

With a hint of nostalgia, he replied with a smile.

"We've been together a long time, so naturally, we're a little closer."

"We'll be spending a lot of time together in the future too. I believe we'll become very good friends."

Watching Ye Fan spout nonsense with a perfectly straight face, Ning Rongrong pursed her lips.

He clearly approached me with an agenda... yet he makes it sound so natural.

Still, she did not think there was anything wrong with it.

Looked at another way, this fellow was quite devoted.

Hmm...

In that case, I suppose I could give him a chance.

Without realizing it, Ning Rongrong had already learned to make excuses for Ye Fan herself.

If my future self falls for him, he must have something exceptional about him.

At least for now, she had a very favorable impression of Ye Fan.

Meanwhile, Tang San began using Blue Silver Grass to restrain Zhao Wuji in the field.

But Zhao Wuji casually caught the steel-hard Blue Silver Grass and tore it out by the roots.

Holding the Blue Silver Grass, Zhao Wuji marveled inwardly at it.

Was this stuff really Blue Silver Grass?

He offered an offhand assessment.

"Boy, your Blue Silver Grass is pretty good. Unfortunately, there's too little of it to work on me."

Tang San thought to himself, As expected of a Soul Saint. What a sharp eye.

After its enhancement, Blue Silver Grass's greatest weakness was its Soul Power consumption.

Especially... when its roots were severed and it could no longer absorb an opponent's Soul Power to replenish itself, it would run out of steam.

But he was not trying to defeat Zhao Wuji.

He was not foolish enough to think Blue Silver Grass alone could threaten a Soul Saint.

Meanwhile, in the woods beside the field.

Zhu Zhuqing was already poised to strike.

While Zhao Wuji was lecturing Tang San, she darted out.

By pinpointing her through her inner voice, Ye Fan had detected Zhu Zhuqing's position well in advance.

The moment Zhu Zhuqing moved, Ye Fan took the opportunity to create a favorable opening for her attack.

Under Ning Rongrong's curious gaze, Ye Fan reached out and loosely curled his hand, enclosing Zhao Wuji within it in his field of vision.

"Darkness."

As Ye Fan's voice fell, Zhao Wuji's vision instantly plunged into darkness.

"What the hell?"

It genuinely rattled him for a moment.

What were all these bizarre Soul Skills?

A second later, his vision returned.

But as the light returned, Zhu Zhuqing appeared before Zhao Wuji as well.

Like a phantom, she entered the two-meter radius in front of Zhao Wuji in the blink of an eye!

"Hell Stab!"

Still charging forward, Zhu Zhuqing thrust one palm out.

Her sharp claw slashed straight at Zhao Wuji's throat!

The strength doubled by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda made her claws even sharper, giving Zhao Wuji a sense of danger.

He actually felt threatened by a Soul Grandmaster!?

Damn it, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda really was a nuisance!

"Hmph, Immovable Bright King Body!"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly and instantly activated his first Soul Skill.

A layer of golden light instantly enveloped Zhao Wuji's body.

At the same time, he entered his Martial Soul Possession state.

He grew tall and powerfully built, like a savage bear, his whole body radiating a wild aura.

Zhu Zhuqing's attack merely produced a clear ringing sound against his body, leaving Zhao Wuji completely uninjured.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Wuji struck at Zhu Zhuqing with his palm.

But Zhu Zhuqing remembered Ye Fan's words. After one strike, she retreated instead of lingering in battle.

With her enhancement pushed to the limit, Zhu Zhuqing's speed already surpassed Zhao Wuji's.

His attack struck empty air.

"Tch, slippery as a loach!" Zhao Wuji cursed.

It was truly frustrating to fight without being able to use his strength.

Just then, Xiao Wu appeared behind Zhao Wuji.

"Stupid bear, I'll show you slippery!"

Xiao Wu was now behind Zhao Wuji, hugging the ground.

She slipped both feet between Zhao Wuji's legs and spun into a kick, violently forcing them apart.

Rabbit Kicks the Eagle!

At the same time, Ye Fan was watching Zhao Wuji's feet intently.

"Turn to Mud."

With the two working in concert.

Zhao Wuji's legs slid smoothly apart.

Rrrip.

With that sound, the seam at Zhao Wuji's crotch burst open.

He had never done the splits in his life... now, a strange pain shot through his crotch, twisting his face.

"You little brat, you've made me angry!"

Beads of cold sweat broke out on Zhao Wuji's forehead as he reached straight behind him for Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu nimbly slid backward along the ground, coming around in front of Zhao Wuji.

Pushing herself up with one hand against the ground, she instantly clamped her legs around Zhao Wuji's head.

This was Xiao Wu's combat instinct: press the advantage.

But... this gave Zhao Wuji an opening.

Zhao Wuji knew that his speed could no longer keep up with these youngsters.

"Gravity Enhancement!"

With Zhao Wuji's movement, Xiao Wu instantly froze, her attack abruptly interrupted.

"Get down here!"

Zhao Wuji grabbed for Xiao Wu's ankle.

"Third Soul Skill, Instantaneous Movement!"

Before Zhao Wuji's attack landed, Xiao Wu hurriedly escaped with her third Soul Skill, making his attack miss once again.

Zhao Wuji: "..."

Every last one of them was more annoying than a fly!

By now, Zhao Wuji had also seen through these little brats' tactics.

It all came down to one word: stall.

The next moment, Xiao Wu returned to Ye Fan's side, only for him to flick her on the forehead immediately.

"Ow! What are you doing?"