Real Combat Was the Best Training

"Brat, I think you've grown tired of living. Got a death wish?"

A burly man among the group rose to his feet and walked toward Zhao Su, a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Who's this brat?"

Members of the other teams gathered around as well, some discussing him in hushed voices.

"No idea. Probably from some academy. Apart from the one leading them, they all look twelve or thirteen."

"Are academy students this arrogant these days?"

"Maybe he's from some powerful clan and hasn't felt society's brutal beatings yet. Heh!"

"Ah, what a pity. So young, too!"

As the onlookers chimed in one after another, the man who wanted to teach Zhao Su a lesson made his move.

Without revealing his martial soul, he simply reached out and slapped at Zhao Su.

Bam!

Zhao Su stood without moving a muscle. A powerful surge of soul power burst from his body and sent the man flying.

The man slammed into the ground and hastily scrambled up. Seeing the mocking looks around him, he felt utterly humiliated.

Without further hesitation, he summoned his martial soul-a large saber.

It radiated an intense chill.

Five Soul Rings lit up, starting at his feet. Most importantly, his first soul ring was already over a hundred years old.

His fourth Soul Ring and above were thousand-year rings.

That alone showed that this team was no ordinary group.

He gripped the saber in his right hand, all five Soul Rings lighting up at once. Now, he no longer merely wanted to teach Zhao Su a lesson.

He wanted to chop Zhao Su to pieces and wash away his humiliation.

Powerful bursts of Blade Qi shot from the saber, finally forming a Blade Gale that swept toward Zhao Su.

Anyone caught in that gale would surely be stripped down to bare bones.

Roar!

Just then, Zhao Wuji stepped in. His great strength vajra bear martial soul made him stand over two meters tall, radiating a tremendous sense of power.

To Zhao Wuji, these people were not even worthy of making Zhao Su act personally.

Tang San and the others entered the shelter and faced the dozen or so members of that team, ready to strike at any moment.

Zhao Wuji stood in front of Zhao Su. He did not even need to attack-the seven Soul Rings glowing around him were proof enough.

After all, on the Douluo Continent, strength still did the talking.

When the opposing leader saw that Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint above level seventy, a hint of caution flashed through his eyes, and he stood up!

"As a Soul Saint above level seventy, do you intend to rely on your overwhelming strength to break the shelter's rules?"

"I don't want to break any rules. But this man insulted my brother, and he needs to be taught a lesson!"

With that, Zhao Wuji suddenly struck. He seized the man with the saber martial soul, pinned him to the ground, and pummeled him brutally, beating his saber martial soul apart.

Then he hauled the man up and threw him out of the shelter.

He looked at the leader. "Come on. All of you, together."

In his younger days, Zhao Wuji had been a devil incarnate, never afraid of trouble. His temperament had only mellowed considerably after he became a teacher.

But ever since meeting Zhao Su, that fearless, invincible streak within him had been stirred up again.

Most importantly, Zhao Su was right behind him now, so he had nothing to fear.

"I am Qian Cheng, an elder of the Elder Hall of Spirit Hall in Thousand Red City. May I ask your name?"

Although Qian Cheng's level was higher than Zhao Wuji's, the formidable aura radiating from Zhao Wuji's martial soul left him feeling somewhat intimidated.

He had no choice but to announce his name and position.

On the Douluo Continent, the reputation of a Spirit Hall elder usually carried considerable weight.

"Spirit Hall, my ass! Either fight or clear out. Spare me the rest of your bullshit!"

Zhao Wuji stood with his arms folded and addressed Qian Cheng imperiously.

"In that case, allow me to learn from you!"

Qian Cheng had a temper too, and Zhao Wuji's attitude immediately enraged him.

He swiftly revealed his martial soul. After his Martial Soul Fusion with the five-colored savage bull, a pair of horns sprouted from his head, and his limbs changed slightly as well.

Eight Soul Rings, marking him as a Soul Douluo, lit up from top to bottom.

Moo!

He let out the bellow of a wild bull and charged straight at Zhao Wuji.

"Savage Bull Charge!"

Zhao Wuji did not flinch or retreat even a single step. He met the charge head-on and grabbed the horns hurtling toward him.

"Aah!"

With a furious roar, he lifted Qian Cheng off the ground and hurled him away with all his strength.

At the same time, he kicked off the ground and shot forward, striking at Qian Cheng with a bear-paw-like hand.

But Zhao Wuji was seven or eight levels below Qian Cheng, after all. That fundamental gap left him somewhat outmatched.

The savage bull also possessed tremendous brute strength, making the advantage of his great strength vajra bear martial soul far less pronounced.

"Brothers, all together! Get them!"

Seeing that Qian Cheng had failed to gain an overwhelming advantage, one of the others shouted, no longer caring about ganging up on fewer opponents.

A dozen or so people revealed their martial souls at once, preparing to finish off Zhao Wuji, Zhao Su, and their entire group.

Four Soul Kings above level fifty charged toward Tang San and the others nearby.

They clearly intended to leave no future trouble behind-to cut out the weeds and tear up their roots.

Dai Mubai and Tang San took the lead at the front, while Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing were responsible for protecting Ning Rongrong and Oscar.

Xiao Wu fought freely wherever she was needed.

She stood ready to provide support at any moment.

The seven-person team had begun to develop a measure of coordination, working together against their enemies.

Zhao Su glanced toward Tang San and the others, the corners of his mouth lifting. He did not intervene, intending to let them practice against those four opponents.

Real combat was the best training.

But Zhao Wuji was in danger. He had already been weaker than Qian Cheng.

Now, surrounded and attacked by a dozen or so people, he was gradually struggling to hold them off.

"Which academy are they from? They're actually this strong. No wonder they're so arrogant!"

"I don't think they're from an academy. They must be direct-line disciples of some powerful clan, out gaining experience. Didn't you notice that the most arrogant one from the start still hasn't made a move?"

"What powerful clan has so many geniuses? Those kids look fifteen at most, yet they've all reached level thirty. Some of them still only have two Soul Rings, but that's just monstrous!"

"Look, that man's making his move!"

The other teams originally inside the shelter's fence had retreated outside after Zhao Wuji and Qian Cheng began fighting.

Someone among them shouted.

Everyone's attention was drawn toward the fenced enclosure, where they saw Zhao Su looking like a god of war.

Although he had not revealed his martial soul, white light enveloped his entire body. With boundless strength, he sent those Soul Kings-each at least level fifty and already fused with their martial souls-flying with a single punch apiece.

They were blasted straight out.

They slammed heavily into the ground. His punches looked light, yet they shattered their martial souls outright, leaving them sprawled on the ground, unable to fight again.

Soon, apart from Qian Cheng, who was still fighting Zhao Wuji, and the four men entangled with Tang San's seven-person team, Zhao Su had dispatched the remaining dozen or so opponents in a few swift moves.