Fighting Zhao Wuji

In the space of an instant, Zhao Wuji had completed Immovable Bright King Body, Great Strength Vajra Palm, Gravity Enhancement, and Position Tracking.

The next moment, Zhao Wuji clapped his two bear paws together with a bang, bang, bang and strode toward Han Yu, a trace of anger on his face.

"You little brat, how dare you sneak attack me."

He had already decided to teach Han Yu a lesson and show him just how high the heavens were and how thick the earth was. The kid had been trying to beat him to death with those two blows just now. But when his gaze swept over the Clear Sky Hammer in Han Yu's hand again, he had the feeling it looked familiar. The two black Soul Rings on Han Yu had given him quite a shock, and he secretly planned to teach him a lesson, then bring him to Shrek Academy to study.

Such a fine prospect couldn't be wasted.

Flender, also hidden in the shadows, kept his eyes fixed on Han Yu and the hammer in his hand. His gaze drifted uncertainly, as though he were thinking about something. He too had watched Han Yu fight Zhao Wuji and seen the two black Soul Rings on him. He was ready to save Han Yu before Zhao Wuji dealt a killing blow. Such a fine prospect only needed a lesson; he absolutely had to join Shrek Academy. Unfortunately, Flender couldn't read minds and didn't know Zhao Wuji had the same idea.

In some circumstances, these two old brothers really were alike.

Watching Zhao Wuji draw closer, Han Yu shifted his feet. They were incredibly heavy, as though his weight had doubled outright.

"So it really is..."

Han Yu chuckled softly under his breath. It was a pity those two blows hadn't landed. Otherwise, he could have updated the Soul Grandmaster kill rankings.

If you want to take my things, then be ready for me to fight back. If you have the ability, come and take them. If you don't, I'll beat you to death.

That was how Han Yu lived. Whatever he wanted to do or possess, if he had the ability, he would seize it and take it. There was no need to think so much.

Under the astonished gazes of Zhao Wuji and Flender, who was hidden in the shadows, Han Yu slowly rose and floated in midair.

"You can even fly? Kid, you've really given me quite a shock."

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up as he looked at Han Yu, and even the pain in his arms seemed to ease somewhat. His feet, planted on the ground, were itching to spring into action. The next second, Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, propelling himself upward with the strength of his legs alone. A bear paw struck fiercely toward Han Yu's chest, though he didn't use his full strength.

A Soul Saint was fast, but Han Yu, with the Sharingan in both eyes, could see more clearly. The flight ability granted by the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone let him move freely back and forth through the air like a bird, far more nimbly than Zhao Wuji, who relied on his legs to leap briefly into the air. In the blink of an eye, Han Yu was above Zhao Wuji, gathering strength to smash the Clear Sky Hammer down at him once more.

The gap in their combat experience showed. A smile tugged at Zhao Wuji's lips as he spun around in midair and kicked the Clear Sky Hammer before it could fall, knocking Han Yu from the sky to the ground. The next moment, he used the force of the kick to rush through the air toward Han Yu's falling body, the coldly gleaming claws on his bear paws already eager to strike.

"Ah, combat experience."

Sent flying like a rag, Han Yu watched Zhao Wuji's attack rapidly approaching. He sighed inwardly and regained control of his body, righting himself.

The next second, countless strands of Blue Silver Grass on the ground instantly grew many times over, tangling together and rising straight upward. In the blink of an eye, they bound Zhao Wuji tightly while he was still in the air. Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer, Han Yu shot upward and smashed it viciously into Zhao Wuji's broad chest.

This time, Zhao Wuji was the one sent flying like a rag. Han Yu, still encircled by a purple Soul Ring, felt somewhat helpless. Having never fought before, he was now experiencing the gap in combat experience firsthand.

Time and again, Zhao Wuji could tell from the fight what Han Yu wanted to do next and prepare a response. Han Yu had only managed to land those two Clear Sky Hammer blows because Zhao Wuji was unfamiliar with his Soul Skills and had been caught off guard by sneak attacks. That too was due to the gap in information.

"Cough, cough, cough. You little brat."

Zhao Wuji slowly walked over from a distance. He had suffered no serious injury from that blow. After all, he was currently possessed by the Great Strength Vajra Bear, and Han Yu hadn't used his full strength either.

He was growing more and more satisfied with Han Yu. He was no longer simply following Flender's instructions to take Han Yu's belt and be done with it. Now, even if he had to tie Han Yu up, he would bring him back to Shrek.

A mysterious hammer Martial Soul, a skill that let him fly, that mysterious Blue Silver Grass, and black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings-two of them, no less.

That was right. He could see it now: Han Yu had a domain. A Soul Grandmaster with a domain was a genius among geniuses.

"The Blue Silver Grass just now-was that a domain?"

Standing ten meters away from Han Yu, Zhao Wuji asked with a smile on his face.

Han Yu naturally didn't know what they were thinking. He watched Zhao Wuji with a cold expression and gave no answer.

"How about this? Come back to Shrek Academy with me. I'm the vice dean of Shrek Academy. Our Shrek Academy specializes in recruiting genius Soul Masters like you."

Zhao Wuji wasn't a coward, either. He really was starting to like the mysterious young man before him.

"Genius Soul Masters?"

Han Yu sneered.

"Don't doubt me. Our Shrek Academy's admission standard is twelve years old and Soul Power above rank twenty. We don't accept anyone below rank twenty."

Zhao Wuji was rather proud when he spoke of the academy he and Flender had founded. Though he usually had a bad temper and didn't bring it up, he had no choice but to be patient if he wanted to draw Han Yu in.

"Rank twelve, Soul Power above rank twenty. Where wouldn't they fight over someone like that?"

Zhao Wuji's third and fourth Soul Rings were still affecting Han Yu, so Han Yu naturally didn't dare let his guard down. His whole body was a treasure trove now, whether it was the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone or the God Tree Martial Soul.

If others learned that the God Tree inside him could devour other people's Martial Souls, it would likely bring deadly trouble upon him throughout the entire Douluo Continent, to say nothing of the precious Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone he possessed.

Although he had fused the Soul Bone throughout his body, so that it wouldn't be found even if his leg were cut off, his collection of mysterious Soul Skills was impossible to explain.

At that thought, Han Yu felt a trace of regret. He shouldn't have exposed his ability to fly. It was his lack of combat experience that had caused it; in a single fight, he had exposed practically all his trump cards.

He absolutely couldn't do that again.

Han Yu silently cursed himself for being stupid and stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji. Next, he would combine everything he had and defeat the Immovable Wisdom King Zhao Wuji before him using only the strength of two rings.

"Let me put it this way. I admire you, and I want you to come to Shrek Academy. If you don't want to join, I'll tie you up and take you back."

Pressing a warm face against a cold backside wasn't Zhao Wuji's style. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by utter severity and ferocity. Now he was going to beat Han Yu into submission, even if it meant tying him up and taking him back.