Chapter 68: Zhu Zhuqing: I'm Still Too Weak | Coach, Time to Warm Up!
Damn it!
At this moment, Sa De truly wanted to dodge.
But Zhu Zhuqing's fully charged strike was simply too fast. He had no chance to evade.
"Boom!"
With the enhancement of two armour-piercing penetration skill effects, the Flame Shield shattered like paper.
That terrifying punch slammed directly into Sa De's arms as he tried to block.
"BOOM—!!!"
Amid a thunderous explosion like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart, Sa De was blasted away like a cannonball.
He smashed through the wall and was sent flying out from the fourth floor.
Tracing a long arc through the air, he crash-landed heavily onto the plaza more than a hundred meters away.
His body hit the ground like a piece of trash, rolling dozens of times before finally stopping.
"Cough… cough!"
Sa De spat blood and coughed as he struggled to get up.
But the arms he had used to block were completely broken, leaving him unable to exert any strength. Seven or eight of his ribs had also snapped.
He barely lifted his head and happened to meet the gaze of the girl standing at the hole in the teaching building.
Those heterochromatic cat eyes held a trace of surprise, as if they were saying—
Why are you so weak?
"Pfft!"
Sa De spat out another mouthful of blood. His body tilted, and he fainted on the spot.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Yan's mouth hung open. Xie Yue's eyes were wide. Hu Liena covered her mouth.
Every student in the classroom stared at Zhu Zhuqing as if looking at a monster.
One punch.
Just one punch.
A rank 48 Soul Ancestor had knocked out a Soul Saint with a single strike.
Was this even possible?
Was this even reasonable?!
They had to be dreaming.
"So weak?"
Zhu Zhuqing genuinely felt a little surprised.
At the same time, she also felt somewhat relieved.
Fortunately, she had used fists instead of claws. Otherwise, with the 100% armor-piercing effect from the combination of Hell Rush Stab and Hell Shadow Assault, if she had attacked with claws just now…
She might have pierced straight through Sa De's chest with a single move.
"Why underestimate your opponent? Why not activate the martial soul true body?"
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't quite understand.
Did these Soul Saints not think things through?
If a mere Soul Ancestor dared to challenge him, she obviously had something to rely on.
If Sa De had activated his martial soul true body or used a couple more soul skills to defend—
At most, her attack would have injured him.
It might not even have caused serious injury.
"Impressive, my little kitty! Daddy is proud of you!"
Seeing the spirited girl, Bai Lu almost wanted to pull the little kitty into his arms and pet her thoroughly.
"…"
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered with speechless annoyance.
This damn tiger was taking advantage of her again.
Next time, she definitely wouldn't take the initiative anymore.
Of course, pride aside, the girl herself understood clearly that a situation like the one just now was hard to replicate.
In a real soul battle or actual combat, no one would give her half a day to prepare a killing move.
Unless she could do what Bai Lu did and trigger an explosive burst of soul skills in an instant.
Otherwise, if the Bai Lu who once controlled a clone were replaced by her current self, she definitely wouldn't be able to injure Tang Hao in the slightest.
Compared with Bai Lu…
"I'm still too weak."
Zhu Zhuqing sighed.
Her skills were completely crushed by Bai Lu's.
Are you even speaking human language?!
Everyone below was stunned.
A Soul Ancestor killing a Soul Saint in one hit despite a gap of dozens of levels, and she still called herself weak?
Then what were they, the geniuses of the elite class?
Trash?
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her martial soul and calmly returned to her seat.
The surrounding students subconsciously moved backward, creating a vacuum zone around her.
She ignored them completely, closed her eyes, and continued cultivating the White Tiger Slaughter Art.
As if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.
"Th-this… what exactly happened here?"
The grade director rushed over after hearing the news.
After learning the whole story, he was completely dumbfounded.
He looked at the large hole in the wall, then at Sa De, below the building, who was receiving emergency treatment, and finally at Zhu Zhuqing, who was quietly cultivating with her eyes closed.
"Wait! You're saying that a newly enrolled Soul Ancestor student knocked out a Soul Saint teacher with a single punch?!"
The grade director felt his head buzzing.
"Mm-hm! Mm-hm! Mm-hm!"
The students nodded vigorously.
If reality weren't right in front of them, they wouldn't dare believe it either.
Yan cautiously asked,
"Teacher… since this new student is so strong, didn't you know about it?"
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."
The grade director glanced at Yan indifferently, instantly silencing him.
Did he know how strong Zhu Zhuqing was?
Nonsense. Did someone at his level even have the qualifications to know?
He was basically just a messenger.
"Seriously…"
He glanced again at Sa De, who looked half-dead, and couldn't help muttering,
"I already told you to take care of her and leave her alone if nothing happened. Yet you just had to ignore the advice."
"No wonder you were transferred here to teach students. The fact you managed to survive outside until today is honestly a miracle."
"Ahem…"
The grade director rubbed his temples and looked toward the students in the classroom.
Then he coughed twice and said,
"As you've all seen, Teacher Sa De seems to be a little sick."
Everyone internally complained—
A little sick? He's practically dead!
"Today's theory class will end early. Everyone is free to go."
The grade director reminded them,
"And remember, to avoid unnecessary trouble, don't spread this around. Understood?"
"Understood!"
All the students answered in unison, subconsciously glancing at Zhu Zhuqing.
They were classmates after all. If they provoked Zhu Zhuqing and later had a sparring session in practical class…
If she "accidentally" lost control, they might not survive.
Zhu Zhuqing, completely indifferent, turned her head and looked out the window.
Outside, the sunlight was perfect.
—
In the afternoon, the practical spirit fight class began on time.
"Huh? Did we get a new student today? And she's such a pretty little girl!"
The practical class teacher, Jiang Xiaoyu, looked at Zhu Zhuqing with curiosity. A playful glint flashed in her eyes.
"According to the old rules, everyone should take care of the new student and let her experience the atmosphere of our elite class."
"So this time, who wants to set an example and have a soul duel with the new student first?"
"Who's coming?"
Zhu Zhuqing turned her head and looked at the others.
She was also curious about the level of geniuses from the top academy of the Douluo Continent.
However, unexpectedly—
The moment they felt her gaze, everyone subconsciously stepped back.
Even Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan—the three leaders did the same.
"What are you all doing?"
Jiang Xiaoyu looked confused.
"Don't you usually rush to spar with new students? What's going on today?"
"Come on, someone step up and try fighting the new student!"
Try?
Try and die!
The students said nothing and silently lowered their heads.
"If none of you volunteer, then the teacher will start calling names."
Jiang Xiaoyu turned her gaze to Xie Yue.
"Xie Yue, you're the class monitor and the one with the highest soul power in the class. You go."
"Teacher Xiaoyu… I think Zhuqing and I aren't on the same level. Maybe we should forget it."
Xie Yue forced himself to step forward.
He looked at the girl he had been slightly interested in that morning.
His heart moved, but he dared not act.
"What's the problem? Just hold back a little."
Jiang Xiaoyu smiled.
"The teacher trusts your control. You definitely won't hurt her."
"That's not the problem…"
Sa De was powerful, right? A veteran Soul Saint.
And he still got instantly defeated.
He himself was only a Soul Ancestor. If something went wrong, the lightest outcome would be severe injury. The worst outcome might be death.
Thinking quickly, Xie Yue suddenly had an idea and decided to be honest.
"Teacher Xiaoyu, Zhuqing is… a little strong. I'm not her opponent. Why don't you personally welcome the new student for us?"
"A little strong? How strong can someone that young be?"
Jiang Xiaoyu looked completely speechless.
She rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward.
"Since none of you wants to fight, then your teacher will personally take the stage!"
Coach, time to warm up!
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