Just as his large hand was about to grab Ning Rongrong, I flashed and appeared behind Zhao Wuji like a ghost. Without hesitation, I activated my third soul skill, gathered all my soul power, and struck him hard in the back of his heart!
"Bang—!"
With a muffled thud, Zhao Wuji's massive body collapsed to the ground, landing heavily and causing him to lose consciousness.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
Three seconds later, Zhao Wuji rubbed his chest, painfully got up, stared at me with disbelief in his eyes, and couldn't help but swear: "You... what kind of freakish genius are you! You, a Soul Venerable, unleashed the power of a Soul Sect?!"
He took a deep breath, waved his hand, and his tone softened completely: "You... passed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and the others cheered. Even Dai Mubai, who had been looking grim, couldn't help but smile faintly, and his gaze towards me held a hint of genuine admiration.
However, I knew in my heart that Zhao Wuji had been careless, after all, he was a future student, not an enemy. But I didn't use my full strength.
The group successfully passed the assessment and officially enrolled, and the college teachers quickly arranged their respective dormitories.
On the other side, Zhao Wuji, rubbing his still aching chest, found Flander and, with a mixture of frustration and shock, recounted the entire assessment process, emphasizing:
"Dean, among this batch of newcomers, that kid is an absolute monster among monsters. His spirit ring configuration, combat power, and methods are all incredibly strange!"
Flander was taken aback at first, then patted Zhao Wuji on the shoulder, threw his head back and laughed heartily, unable to stop laughing: "Good! Good! With such a little monster around, it'll be hard for Shrek Academy not to be lively from now on!"
The night was deep, and the Shrek dormitory was completely silent.
Yang Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, with a faint golden aura slowly flowing around him.
The third level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts—the Qi Refining Realm—has been mastered.
His inner energy manifested in physical form, protecting his body and warding off evil. His internal strength flowed endlessly throughout his body, giving him a sense of security. As long as his cultivation continued to improve, he wouldn't be without a fighting chance even against the top experts of the Douluo Continent.
Just thinking about the original plot tonight made Yang Chen feel a little annoyed.
Tonight is the time for Tang Hao to brutally beat Zhao Wuji.
The thought of Haotian Douluo silently infiltrating Shrek Academy and rubbing the Immovable King to the ground made his teeth itch.
What frustrated him even more was that, because he was unsure whether Tang Hao had been secretly protecting Tang San in Notting City, he dared not openly suppress Tang San in Notting City. He could only embarrass Tang San slightly when he was cultivating.
Meanwhile, in the dense forest outside the academy.
Tang Hao had already led Flander and Zhao Wuji here, and his aura suddenly erupted, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.
As the massive, jet-black Clear Sky Hammer hovered in mid-air, and a dark crimson-gold 100,000-year soul ring slowly lit up, Zhao Wuji's legs went weak, cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
What followed was a one-sided crushing defeat.
Without any soul skills or fancy moves, Tang Hao, relying solely on his physical strength and the simplest strikes of his Clear Sky Hammer, beat Zhao Wuji until he was bruised and swollen, screaming in agony. Flander stood by, trembling, not even daring to intervene.
After venting his anger, Tang Hao spoke indifferently and casually pointed out a few difficulties in Zhao Wuji's cultivation, as if giving him a sweet treat.
Zhao Wuji covered his face, nodding repeatedly while forcing a smile, showing no trace of the imposing presence of the Immovable King.
Finally, Tang Hao cast his gaze toward the Shrek Academy dormitory, remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head.
Xiao San is too young to withstand the pressure of a 100,000-year soul ring, and he himself has a deep-seated hatred to avenge, so he has no time to linger.
The thought had barely formed when his figure flashed and vanished completely into the night.
Inside the dormitory.
Yang Chen felt a chill run through his body for no apparent reason, and a bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
"Damn it...it must be that guy Tang Hao!"
He cursed inwardly.
Being unable to fight back or escape, the feeling of being secretly watched by a top-tier Douluo is incredibly frustrating.
"You think you're so great now? Just you wait."
"If you hit Zhao Wuji, I'll punish your son."
"Anyway, you're going to take revenge first thing tomorrow morning, so you won't be able to control Tang San anymore!"
Yang Chen's lips curled into a wicked smile as he frantically plotted in his mind how to rightfully punish Tang San tomorrow.
The next morning.
Training ground.
Zhao Wuji appeared with a bruised and swollen face, dark circles under his eyes, slightly swollen lips, and an awkward gait.
When Shrek and the others saw this, they were so trying not to laugh that their shoulders were shaking.
Dai Mubai tried to appear serious, Ma Hongjun almost choked, Ning Rongrong turned her head away and chuckled, and Xiao Wu covered her mouth.
Zhao Wuji's face darkened, and he coughed heavily: "What are you laughing at! I accidentally tripped and fell while cultivating last night!"
Everyone secretly grumbled in their hearts:
—Can you fall like this while practicing cultivation? Who are you kidding!
Zhao Wuji didn't bother to explain and went straight to the point: "From today onwards, I will develop a separate training method for you. The first item is—real combat training."
His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Yang Chen, a vengeful smirk in his eyes:
"Yang Chen, you're the strongest, so let the others gang up on you and test your teamwork and combat skills. Is that alright?"
His mind was racing with calculations:
Last night, I was knocked unconscious by this kid with a knife and then beaten up by Tang Hao. Today, I'll let this kid taste what it's like to be ganged up on by a group of people, and also vent my anger!
Yang Chen saw through his little scheme at a glance. Instead of being afraid, he stood up, moved his wrists and ankles, and his bones made a series of crisp popping sounds.
A faint golden aura flashed around him and disappeared in an instant.
"no problem."
"Perfect timing, let's stretch our muscles."
Zhao Wuji nodded in satisfaction, then coldly barked at the others:
"Listen up, everyone! Attack Yang Chen all at once, no holding back!"
"Let me show you what I felt last night... cough, let you experience the pressure of real combat!"
Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun exchanged glances.
A farce in which the entire hospital gangs up on one person is about to begin.
At Zhao Wuji's command, the practical sparring match, in which the enemy outnumbered the enemy, officially began.
The seven people instantly spread out their positions, forming a clear formation: Dai Mubai was the main attacker, his Netherworld White Tiger Martial Soul fully possessed him, two rings of yellow and purple soul rings rose up, his muscles were bulging, his white tiger claws flashed with cold light, his aura was extremely violent, and he showed no mercy.
Tang San positioned himself in the middle rear, with Blue Silver Grass ready to restrain him at any time. His eyes were fixed on Yang Chen, concealing a fierce intent. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing guarded the left and right flanks respectively, using their extreme speed to harass and move around.
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