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Chapter 89 Tang San's Hidden Weapons (Part Two)

Zhao Wuji's speed suddenly increased, seemingly arriving in front of Tang San in a single step. He raised his enormous hand, his second spirit ring lighting up simultaneously. With a loud laugh, his hand, infused with the spirit ring, instantly turned golden and doubled in size, before slamming down directly towards Tang San. [Google Search]

Xiao Wu was still in Tang San's arms, so Tang San naturally couldn't let her take the blow for him. He quickly pulled her away, but this simple action caused him to lose his chance to dodge.

But at that moment, Xiao Wu's second spirit ring lit up, and her eyes suddenly turned blood red as she stared straight at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji felt a wave of dizziness. In his surprise, his palm strike slowed down, and his soul power weakened by more than half. His eyes shone with golden light. "Good, it actually has a bewildering soul skill."

The red light in Xiao Wu's eyes met the golden light in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and she fainted without uttering a sound, collapsing into Tang San's arms. Blood flowed from her mouth and nose.

Tang San almost instinctively took advantage of this lull, using his Ghost Shadow Phantom to escape Zhao Wuji's attack range.

Zhao Wuji didn't actually strike with his palm; he didn't intend to hurt the children.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!" Tang San called anxiously a few times, hurriedly channeling his Xuan Tian Gong internal energy into Xiao Wu's body. But Xiao Wu didn't react at all.

Zhao Wuji did not pursue her further. Standing there, he said, "She's fine. Although the effect of the bewitching soul skill is good, her soul power is far inferior to mine. She suffered a backlash from her own soul power, so this is the only possible outcome. Just like the poison attached to your Blue Silver Grass is ineffective against me. Let her sleep for one night, and she will recover when she wakes up tomorrow."

Turning his gaze to Ning Rongrong, Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "I don't need to make a move anymore, do I? You little girls from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you've lost. You're all too weak. You couldn't even hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. That's the difference in strength."

Holding the soft, cotton-like Xiao Wu in his arms, Tang San slowly raised his head. His dark eyes were devoid of any emotion, yet extremely profound.

He slowly turned around, holding Xiao Wu, and walked up to Ning Rongrong. "Could you please take care of Xiao Wu for me for a while?"

Ning Rongrong paused for a moment, then put away her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul and took Xiao Wu into her arms. Although her martial soul was auxiliary, soul masters all possess soul power, and their bodies are naturally much stronger than ordinary people, so holding a girl like Xiao Wu was nothing unusual.

After handing Xiao Wu over to Ning Rongrong, Tang San turned and walked towards Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was taken aback. "What, you still want to continue? I'm afraid you can't even withstand one of my attacks. My second spirit ring skill, the Mighty Vajra Palm, isn't so easy to block."

Zhao Wuji certainly wouldn't refuse to let these four children join Shrek Academy just because the incense stick hadn't finished burning; quite the opposite. The strength these children displayed greatly surprised him. Not only were each of them unique in their abilities, but they also coordinated remarkably well despite never having practiced together before. Their future was limitless. Compared to the academy's only three students, they were no weaker, if not stronger.

His final words were rather harsh because he didn't want these children to become arrogant because of their talent. Shrek Academy had a history of students whose progress slowed due to pride. Zhao Wuji didn't want these promising young talents to go astray. He simply hadn't expected Tang San to return; that courage alone greatly impressed Zhao Wuji.

Tang San shook his head and said, "I don't want to continue the exam with you."

Zhao Wuji said with some disappointment, "So, you're admitting defeat?"

Tang San shook his head again. "No, I hope to have a serious fight with you. Let's start over. Please light another incense stick. If I can last longer than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then please allow the four of us to enter Shrek Academy at the same time."

Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San with a half-smile and said, "What if you couldn't hold on? Don't forget, even when all four of you attacked together, you still lost in the end."

Tang San can make decisions for himself, and even for Xiao Wu in the present moment, but he cannot make decisions for the other two. He turned to look at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's dislocated arm had been set by Dai Mubai, and she had regained consciousness, though her breathing was weak. Although she did not want to stay in Dai Mubai's arms, she no longer had the strength to get up.

Ning Rongrong smiled slightly at Tang San, "Tang San, we are comrades-in-arms. My father taught me since I was little that I can't abandon my comrades. At worst, we can just leave together. Anyway, we've already lost the test. The academies in the capital city certainly won't refuse us."

Tang San looked at Zhu Zhuqing again. Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have no strength to speak, but she forced herself to nod at Tang San.

Although this was their first meeting, the trust between them seemed to grant Tang San unparalleled strength. Turning around to face Zhao Wuji again, he said, "If I lose, then we'll leave together."

Zhao Wuji looked at the children before him, growing more and more fond of them. He laughed heartily, "Good, good, then let me see what other hidden power you have to withstand my attack. As you wish."

The third incense stick was lit again and stuck into the ground beside it.

Tang San stood there with his feet slightly apart, his inner strength slowly gathering. At this point, he had no intention of concealing his power. Xiao Wu's injury and unconsciousness had greatly affected him, filling him with self-reproach. As an older brother who had failed to protect his sister, if he couldn't avenge her, what right did he have to accept the title of "brother"?

(End of this chapter)

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