Douro Continent

Chapter 96 Oscar's Big Sausage and Little Sausage (Part 4)

At the same time, he greatly admired Tang San, who, in terms of talent, was even stronger than Dai Mubai. ◆Search on ku520.ku◆ It's just that his martial soul was inherently weaker; otherwise, he might have become an unparalleled powerhouse in the future.

Clenching his right fist and slamming it into his left palm, Zhao Wuji sighed helplessly, "I guess I'm just unlucky. How did I run into such a little hedgehog? It seems I'll have to teach him a lesson. A jade stone must be carved to become a gem." As he said the last sentence, a wicked smile crept onto Zhao Wuji's face.

"Zhao Wuji." Just as Zhao Wuji was thinking about how to properly train Tang San in the future, a sudden voice made the smile on his face freeze instantly.

As a level 76 Soul Saint, he was a high-ranking figure in the entire Douluo Continent's Soul Master world. His soul power was so strong that he could create a wondrous aura around his body, clearly discerning the sound of leaves falling within a hundred meters radius. Yet, he felt no one around him, and the voice pierced his ears, sounding as if it were speaking right next to him. This level of power immediately put Zhao Wuji on high alert. He didn't recognize the voice, but he was certain that the newcomer's strength was no less than his own.

"Who?" Zhao Wuji stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with cold light. His reputation in the Soul Master world wasn't good, and he had many enemies. He had lived a peaceful life hidden within Shrek Academy for years, but unexpectedly, a powerful opponent had suddenly appeared at this time.

"Come out." A faint aura locked onto Zhao Wuji.

Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji stepped out of the window and onto the outside. His soul power surged to its peak as he cautiously remained on guard, simultaneously scanning his surroundings for any movement.

Who is Zhao Wuji? He's the Immovable King, a man who has killed countless people in the past. Provoked by an unknown opponent, coupled with the pent-up anger he'd been holding in all day, his rage surged. He pushed off with his feet, quickly chasing after the direction the aura was leading him. In no time, he was outside Shrek Academy's boundaries, in a grove of trees. It was here that the aura disappeared.

"Come out. I know you're here," Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice. At the same time, he completed his Martial Soul Possession in an instant. Seven Soul Rings pulsed around his body, flashing with dazzling light, especially the three black ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, which looked astonishingly profound.

A black figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree. The person was completely shrouded in black, even wearing a black hood. From his appearance, one could only tell that he was a tall man.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji asked coldly. Having completed the possession of his martial soul, the Mighty Vajra Bear, he exuded a wild aura and emanated an imposing presence without anger.

The man in black did not answer his question directly, but simply said, "Meeting Fudo Myoo in this small place, I just want to spar with you. It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles."

As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand. Instantly, a black light condensed in his palm, transforming into a massive artifact. At the same time, nine spirit rings silently appeared on his body: two yellow, two purple, and five black. Unlike Zhao Wuji's dynamic movements, the nine spirit rings remained still in different locations on the man in black's body, completely enveloping him. Nine spirit rings were an extremely terrifying presence, especially his last one, which faintly shone with a hint of red within its blackness.

If a master were here, they would surely see that even among ten-thousand-year spirit rings, the difference is enormous. For example, how could a spirit ring from a ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast be the same as one from a ninety-thousand-year-old spirit beast? That blackish-red color indicates that the spirit ring has reached at least the level of ninety thousand years.

Seeing the man in black unleash nine spirit rings, Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine, as if splashed with cold water. As a Soul Saint-level Soul Master, he understood the gap between high-level Soul Masters all too well. Above level sixty, even a difference of just one level, let alone a whole stage, resulted in a significant difference in strength. On the surface, he and the man in black appeared to be about twenty levels apart, but he knew very well that the gap between them was even greater than the difference in spirit power between Tang San and him.

"Title Douluo." Zhao Wuji uttered these four words with difficulty, and even his Immovable King body trembled slightly. If he was a high-level existence among Soul Masters, then a Title Douluo was the pinnacle of Soul Masters.

The domineering air he had previously exuded vanished completely. Zhao Wuji quickly bowed and said, "May I ask which senior has graced us with their presence? Please don't joke with me. How could I possibly be worthy to spar with you?"

The man in black said calmly, "What's there to be unworthy of? Didn't you bully those kids quite well during the day? I've discovered that bullying others feels pretty good. So let me bully you too. Of course, you can think I'm just taking advantage of the weak."

Without exuding any powerful aura, the man in black, holding the enormous artifact, walked step by step toward Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's mind raced. On the continent, there were only a handful of Title Douluos, each with a name and a reputation. The Title Douluo in front of him was clearly a Weapon Martial Soul, and even fewer Weapon Martial Soul cultivators reached the Title Douluo level. Who exactly was he?

Suddenly, the man in black stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wuji. "Since you're here, come out. What difference does it make whether there are one or two?"

(End of this chapter)

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