Chapter 18 Immovable King Zhao Wuji
Dai Mubai's face stiffened.
He didn't expect this kid to be so vengeful and arrogant, even picking a fight in front of Zhao Wuji.
His subconscious thought was to refuse.
Beat him?
His opponent was younger and had lower soul power, so winning wouldn't be a big deal.
If he lost, how would he survive in the academy?
Especially since Zhu Zhuqing was watching.
"That's interesting."
A glint of light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes as he watched this scene.
How dare you ignore him, the examiner, and directly provoke your senior?
This kid has a good temper; he's got the style I like!
"Kid, you want to fight him?"
Zhao Wuji stretched his neck, making a crackling sound.
"Why won't you fight me?"
"Is it fear?"
"If you're afraid, you can always find another opponent."
Zhao Wuji revealed a set of gleaming white teeth and said provocatively.
Ye Liuyun turned his gaze back. He wanted to fight Dai Mubai because the latter had provoked him once at the Rose Hotel.
He just did something that upset him again.
They just didn't like each other and wanted to fight to vent their anger.
He and Zhao Wuji had no reason to fight.
With his talent and strength, even without a fight, Zhao Wuji would have changed his mind and let him enter Shrek Academy.
Therefore, fighting Zhao Wuji was a complete waste of time.
It was a thankless task.
Moreover, Ye Liuyun was thinking about how Zhao Wuji was going to get a beating from Tang Hao tonight.
He couldn't help but laugh.
He really didn't have any fighting spirit.
"Anything is fine."
A moment later.
Tang San and his group had also discussed their tactics.
Zhao Wuji lit another incense stick.
Boom!
Zhao Wuji stomped his foot hard, and a terrifying gravitational wave instantly swept across the entire area.
Tang San and the others felt a sudden heaviness in their bodies, as if a mountain was pressing down on their backs, making it difficult to even breathe.
"Attack!" Tang San shouted sharply.
The battle erupted instantly.
Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shimmered with light, Zhu Zhuqing transformed into a black shadow and launched a surprise attack from the flank, Xiao Wu feigned an attack from the front, and Tang San controlled the situation.
Zhao Wuji scoffed dismissively, for in the face of absolute power, skill seemed utterly inadequate.
Zhao Wuji didn't even use his soul skills; he simply relied on his physical defense and the power of a casual wave of his hand to send Zhu Zhuqing flying and force Xiao Wu back.
"Too weak! Too weak!"
Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, "Is that all you've got?"
Bang!
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Zhao Wuji's body, but it snapped instantly like fragile spider silk.
He charged straight at Ning Rongrong.
In battle, first eliminate the support Soul Master.
Ning Rongrong saw a Soul Saint charging toward her like a small mountain, and she was so frightened that her legs stiffened, and she even forgot to run away.
"Help!"
"Squat down."
A cold voice rang out.
Ye Liuyun made a move.
Instead of wandering around like the others, he charged straight at Zhao Wuji.
"Good timing!"
Zhao Wuji threw a simple, unadorned punch.
This punch, accompanied by a whistling sound, was powerful enough to shatter rocks.
Ye Liuyun looked at Ning Rongrong, who was so frightened that she couldn't move. He could dodge, but Ning Rongrong couldn't.
Without flinching, he threw the same punch.
Boom!
The two fists collided.
Blood, tinged with golden hues, splattered out.
Ye Liuyun was sent flying backwards, but with his other hand he carried Ning Rongrong away from the danger zone.
"Cousin!" Xiao Wu exclaimed.
"Hmph, nothing special."
Zhao Wuji was scathing in his words, but inwardly he was practically cursing.
This kid is too bold, daring to go head-to-head with a Soul Saint like me.
Such a promising talent—if he is ruined, Flanders will have to fight tooth and nail.
But to save a crucial support Soul Master in this way, this kid is something else.
But the next second, his eyes suddenly widened.
Ye Liuyun's bleeding fist visibly stopped bleeding and healed.
Talent: Endless vitality!
Not only that.
The blood on Zhao Wuji's arm seemed to have a life of its own, clinging tightly to his hand and beginning to take root and grow wildly!
First Soul Skill: Parasite!
"Huh? It's actually absorbing my soul power?"
Zhao Wuji felt a tingling sensation and a loss of soul power in his palm. He frowned slightly, and with a burst of soul power, he shattered the Blue Silver Grass in his hand.
The shattered Blue Silver Grass scattered in the air, some of which landed back on Zhao Wuji, healed themselves, and sprouted again!
Zhao Wuji's eyelids twitched; this move was a bit underhanded.
He unleashed his soul power once more, sending the Blue Silver Grass on his body flying like arrows into the distance.
Ning Rongrong, still in shock, looked at Ye Liuyun who was holding her, thinking how handsome he was and how fast her heart was beating.
Is this what it feels like to be in love?
She lowered her head shyly, looking somewhat awkward.
Ye Liuyun sensed something was wrong, glanced at Ning Rongrong, and said with disdain.
"Your heart is pounding because you're scared. Do you know about the suspension bridge effect? Don't think about things that aren't relevant."
The strange emotions that had been rising in Ning Rongrong's heart were instantly interrupted, and she lost all imagination about the legendary romance.
But then she thought, how would the other person know that her heart was beating fast?
Looking down, she saw that her chest was pressed against Ye Liuyun's body, and she was immediately filled with shame and anger.
She immediately reverted to her little witch attitude, completely forgetting her feelings of helplessness, and said fiercely.
"Then why don't you put me down?"
Ye Liuyun let go directly.
"Oops!"
Ning Rongrong plopped down on the ground and complained.
"Don't you have any gentlemanly manners?"
Ye Liuyun looked ahead and smiled.
"A gentleman has arrived."
Ning Rongrong was still puzzled, wondering what kind of gentlemanly manners were coming, and turned her head to take a look.
Suddenly, a bear pounced.
"There's a bear!"
Zhao Wuji slapped down angrily.
"It's going too far to call your teacher a bear."
The soul rings beneath Ye Liuyun's feet flashed.
Third Soul Skill: Descent of the Tree Realm.
The blue silver grass that had just been scattered around their feet grew wildly, eventually resembling mature trees.
The intricate network of connections instantly created a barrier between Ye Liuyun and Zhao Wuji.
Ye Liuyun picked up Ning Rongrong and ran.
Ning Rongrong was shaking so much that she almost threw up her breakfast.
"Aren't you a genius? Why are you running?"
Ye Liuyun just felt like this little girl had lost her mind.
"Are you crazy or am I crazy? You're really going to go head-to-head with a Soul Saint?"
But in his mind, he began to consider the feasibility of this matter.
Actually, it's not that we can't fight.
It's just that we have to risk our lives; it's just a competition, why take it so seriously?
He hates troublesome things the most.
Zhao Wuji watched as the Blue Silver Grass continued to grow, almost becoming a small grove.
After clapping twice, the broken trees gradually began to grow back, instantly extinguishing any desire to pursue.
In his view, support Soul Masters provide support, while Soul Masters with combat power protect support Soul Masters.
These two have already passed the test, even though he was only a Soul Saint.
He turned to look at the other three people he had just scattered.
"It's your turn."
Tang San's expression was grave; his Blue Silver Grass had absolutely no effect on Zhao Wuji.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, finding inspiration in Ye Liuyun's fighting style.
The two of them didn't need to harm Zhao Wuji; they could just use their speed to hold him off.
The two accelerated instantly, trying to maintain their distance.
Tang San simply abandoned the Blue Silver Grass for combat and started using movement techniques.
Zhao Wuji was clumsy by nature and could not be ruthless when dealing with his students.
For a time, he couldn't do anything about the three people, and the more he fought, the more frustrated he became.
This is simply a joke, and my short temper can't stand it.
Anger surged within him, and he unleashed his full power, sending shockwaves spreading outwards.
The fifth spirit ring, a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, appeared, and a heavy force descended, as if Mount Tai were pressing down.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing all coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
Ye Liuyun scratched his head, thinking of something interesting.
"Oh ho, someone's going to get beaten up tonight."
[end of the chapter]