Chapter 243
You can just watch from the sidelines.
After saying that, Zhao Wuji, as if to show his disdain and power, actually closed his eyes again, leaned back in the creaking broken wooden chair, and adopted an attitude of "I'll sit here and wait for you to discuss it, and see what tricks you can come up with."
The wisps of smoke rising silently marked the passage of time.
A brief silence enveloped Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong.
Tang San's brain was working at lightning speed, analyzing the situation.
Zhao Wuji is a power-type offensive Soul Saint with extremely strong defense and ferocious attacks; a head-on confrontation would be certain death.
Lin Xia's strength is unfathomable, but his specific fighting style is unknown.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were also unaware!
I am a control type, while Xiao Wu is a power type.
The only hope of surviving even an incense stick's worth of time against the Soul Saint is close cooperation. This involves using control to restrict Zhao Wuji, with Lin Xia primarily attacking or defending, while Xiao Wu harasses him when the opportunity arises…
However, just as Tang San had grasped a vague tactical idea, and Ning Rongrong was about to explain the auxiliary abilities of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—
"No need."
A calm, composed, yet authoritative voice rang out, instantly silencing everyone's thoughts.
Lin Xia took a step forward and stood right in front of the wisps of smoke.
The not-too-intense morning sunlight fell on him, yet it seemed to gild him with a faint golden edge.
As if sensing its master's will, Tyranitar on Lin Xia's shoulder raised its small head covered in steel armor slightly, its dark golden pupils locking onto Zhao Wuji, who was feigning sleep, and a low, threatening "Bang..." sound came from its throat.
Lin Xia's gaze passed over the burning incense sticks and landed on that rugged and fierce face, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile as cold as a knife.
"Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Qing."
Lin Xia's voice clearly reached everyone's ears, her tone steady and normal.
"You all step back, there's no need for you to make a move."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire room was stunned!
Ning Rongrong opened her mouth wide in astonishment, as if she were seeing this person for the first time.
Tang San's eyes flashed with a sharp light, filled with disbelief and deep doubt—had he gone mad?
He wants to take on the Soul Saint one-on-one?
Zhu Zhuqing was not surprised at all. Instead, a look of knowing she had expected it and absolute trust flashed in her eyes. She took a few steps back without hesitation, her movements light and firm.
Xiao Wu couldn't help but shout:
"Lin Xia! How can you manage alone? That's a Soul Saint!"
Although she was shocked by Lin Xia's strength, in her mind, a Soul Saint was still not someone a Soul King could fight.
Lin Xia didn't turn around, as if she hadn't heard Xiao Wu's exclamation.
He simply stared calmly at Zhao Wuji, and beneath that calmness, an abyss of confidence and boundless power surged.
Lin Xia's voice wasn't loud, but it had a peculiar penetrating quality, clearly echoing in the morning air.
"As for joining forces... hah."
Lin Xia's gaze swept over Tang San and Ning Rongrong, her eyes seemingly piercing through the nascent tactical ideas that were just beginning to sprout in their minds.
"Dealing with this Immovable King doesn't require such trouble for the time being."
Lin Xia's tone was calm, yet it contained a resounding, unwavering confidence, as if she were stating a perfectly simple fact.
"you."
Lin Xia's gaze finally fell back on Zhao Wuji. In the depths of his calm eyes, it seemed as if stars were being born and dying, and a cold metallic light was flowing.
"Just watch from the sidelines."
Lin Xia paused slightly, the cold smile on her lips deepening, and she uttered her next words clearly, each one striking like a warhammer on everyone's heart.
"I want to personally experience just how powerful the legendary Acala is!"
The moment the words fell, an invisible, vast and powerful aura, like a sleeping ancient beast slowly awakening, silently spread from Lin Xia's body.
That was not a wild burst of soul power, but a deeper, more restrained, absolute majesty that seemed to control the veins of the earth and metal!
The air suddenly became viscous, and the fine dust and gravel on the ground trembled slightly, making a soft "rustling" sound.
The seemingly harmless Tyranitar, who had been perched on Lin Xia's shoulder, suddenly had a deep metallic luster emanating from his dark gray armor. A heavy, savage, and destructive aura swept out like a storm, perfectly blending with Lin Xia's aura!
"class--!!!"
A roar filled with the sound of metal tearing apart, like a battle horn, fiercely shattered the morning tranquility of Shrek Academy!
Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and two beams of light, as solid as physical light, shot out!
The languidness and feigned sleepiness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and fighting spirit!
He suddenly stood up from the broken wooden chair, his burly body rising like a mountain, and a more violent, primal power surge of soul energy exploded out like golden flames!
"Good! Good lad! You're arrogant enough! I'll see if your bones are as hard as your mouth, you level 58 Soul King!"
Golden light burst forth from Zhao Wuji's body in an instant. Under the dense light of soul power, his body expanded rapidly. His already strong muscles bulged as if inflated, making his clothes bulge high. Golden hair like a bear's mane appeared on his skin, full of explosive power.
At the same time, seven spirit rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet and spiraled upwards—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
A standard seven-ring Soul Saint!
Two equally powerful yet distinctly different auras, like two invisible dragons, collided violently on this simple open space! The air was compressed, emitting a muffled hum.
Under the pressure of their combined auras, the pebbles on the ground silently shattered and turned into dust.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong were forced to retreat repeatedly by this sudden and overwhelming force, until they reached the very edge of the arena before they could barely stand.
Their faces were filled with horror; the mere clash of their auras made these so-called geniuses feel suffocated by the pressure!
Although Zhu Zhuqing retreated a little further, her clear, cold cat-like eyes remained firmly fixed on the scene, showing no fear whatsoever, only absolute confidence in Lin Xia.
Dai Mubai's face turned deathly pale. He huddled in a corner, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground to escape the terrifying pressure.
In the center of the space, the incense sticks continued to burn slowly, the smoke rising straight up. But at this moment, no one cared how much had burned.
Lin Xia moved.
There was no earth-shattering burst of soul power; he simply raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed it lightly in Zhao Wuji's direction!
Om-!
With his seemingly casual action, the earth element in the entire open space—no, the entire farmhouse area—seemed to be instantly imbued with a violent life!
The earth trembled violently, as if a sleeping giant was turning over!
The ground beneath Zhao Wuji's feet, the hard soil and rocks, seemed to be kneaded and softened by an invisible giant hand, instantly transforming into churning, boiling, and shimmering gravel! (End of Chapter)