Chapter 250
The severely injured boxing champion, one punch is enough to kill an ordinary person!
Zhao Wuji felt like he was going crazy.
All he wanted to do right now was lie down, find a healing-type Soul Master, or just pass out!
assessment?
He now feels dizzy even when he is standing, as if his internal organs have shifted, and his soul power is almost gone, making it difficult to even maintain the possession of his martial soul!
How will it be assessed? Will we assess it using our heads?
A tremendous sense of grief and despair overwhelmed him.
However, when his gaze met Lin Xia's calm eyes, which were devoid of any emotional fluctuation, all his resentment and grievances were instantly frozen and shattered.
No!
You absolutely cannot say no!
Alarm bells were ringing wildly in Zhao Wuji's mind.
reject?
He had no doubt that Lin Xia, that "little guy," would reappear immediately and give him a full "massage" in a gentler way, or simply let him experience what it truly means to be "buried in peace."
Fear overwhelmed everything!
Zhao Wuji, almost driven by a survival instinct, forced himself to straighten his swaying body—even though the action made his vision blur and he almost collapsed to the ground again.
He mustered all his strength to force a "bright" smile that was more like a grimace, his voice rising in a hurried, almost fawning tone:
"Yes! Yes! City Lord Lin is right! The rules cannot be broken! The fourth test is the practical assessment!"
Zhao Wuji swung his still-intact arm forcefully, pointing at Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong, who were standing there dumbfounded. His voice cracked due to excitement and injury.
"Next! It's your turn! Shrek Academy's rule is one incense stick's time! ...Hey, Mu Bai! Where's my incense?! Hurry up! Light it! Light it!"
Zhao Wuji urged anxiously, as if afraid that Lin Xia would change her mind or become impatient.
Dai Mubai, who had been called out, suddenly snapped out of his daze and scrambled out of the shadows in the corner—he didn’t even notice the wet stains on his crotch, and frantically groped around on the scorched brown new soil.
Fortunately, the thick incense stick that marked "one stick of incense" had been buried deep, but it seemed to have been "incidentally" restored by Lin Xia when she restored the earth, and it was placed in the center of the site.
Dai Mubai trembled as he pulled out a tinderbox, but his hands shook so badly that he had to try several times to light the incense stick. A wisp of smoke rose again, marking the countdown to this absurd and heavy new round of assessment.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong looked at each other, their faces filled with the same word: bewilderment!
Even after all this, you still have to take the exam?!
Looking at Zhao Wuji's pitiful state, where he could barely stand and seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over, and then at the fear and forced composure deep in his eyes that he could not hide no matter what, the three of them felt a strong sense of absurdity wash over them.
The devastating scene was still vivid in my mind, the roar of the sandstorm king still echoed in my ears, and the "miracle" of the earth being torn apart and then healed was awe-inspiring.
Now, they are being asked to deal with a "Fudo Myo-o" who was beaten to the point of being half-dead but was still theoretically a level 76 Soul Saint.
It felt like surviving a catastrophe only to be forced to participate in a boxing match where you're guaranteed to get beaten up, and your opponent is a badly injured champion—but even a badly injured champion can kill an ordinary person with one punch!
The immense pressure weighed on their nerves like a physical weight. Tang San, in particular, understood better than Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong what it meant to be a Soul Saint.
Even though Zhao Wuji was seriously injured, the quality of his soul power, his combat experience, and his body's instinctive reactions were far beyond what they could easily shake! Lin Xia's "playing around" just now was based on an absolute crushing strength.
where are they?
Helpless! Utterly helpless!
Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart and the feeling of insignificance he had after Lin Xia displayed absolute power.
He activated his Purple Demon Eye, forcing himself to calmly analyze the situation. No matter what, he had to get past this hurdle to enter the academy! And, teamwork was essential!
"Time is running out!"
Tang San's voice was slightly hoarse, but unusually firm, instantly pulling Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong back to their senses. He sharply scanned his two teammates, his speech quickening.
"Let's get to know each other's spirits and abilities first, and then formulate a strategy! My name is Tang San, my spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and I am a level 29 control-type battle spirit master. My Blue Silver Grass is poisonous and is good at binding and restricting the opponent's movements, and can also provide some terrain vision."
When Xiao Wu saw Tang San speak, she seemed to have found her pillar of support. She took a deep breath, suppressed her dual fear of Zhao Wuji and Lin Xia, puffed out her small chest, and spoke in a clear voice with a hint of stubbornness.
"Xiao Wu, Beast Soul Rabbit, Level 29 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master. I am fast, skilled in close-quarters combat with gentle techniques, and my waist bow and charm can instantly unleash power and control enemies!"
It was Ning Rongrong's turn.
The pride on the face of this little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had been completely washed away by her recent experience, leaving only deep shock and a complex sense of awe.
His gaze swept over Zhao Wuji's wretched face, then fell upon the urging and questioning looks from Tang San and Xiao Wu.
In the end, a trace of pride belonging to the direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and an inherent stubbornness that refused to hold them back prevailed. She bit her lower lip, her voice not loud, but clear.
"Ning Rongrong, weapon spirit Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, level 26 support-type weapon spirit master."
"The Seven-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?!"
"what?!"
This name was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly shocking everyone present except Lin Xia and Zhu Zhuqing!
Zhao Wuji, who had been enduring the excruciating pain and trying his best to maintain the dignity of an examiner, suddenly gasped for breath, aggravating his internal injuries. The pain made his vision go black and he almost collapsed!
His swollen eyes were fixed on Ning Rongrong, filled with extreme shock and disbelief!
The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?!
How did you end up in this remote and impoverished place?!
What day is it today?
Are monsters having a meeting?!
Dai Mubai was so shocked that his mouth gaped open, big enough to fit an egg.
He glanced at Ning Rongrong, then subconsciously looked in Lin Xia's direction, feeling that the shock he had experienced today was greater than all the shocks he had experienced in the past ten years combined!
One mysterious Gengjin City Lord wasn't enough, so here comes another direct descendant of the three upper sects.
Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes fluctuated violently, and the turmoil in his heart temporarily overwhelmed his fear of Lin Xia's power.
He exclaimed in disbelief:
"Your martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! So, that means you're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?!"
As a disciple of a master, he knew all too well what this martial spirit and this sect meant on the continent!
The pinnacle of support-type martial souls!
Richer than a country!
A top-tier sect protected by Title Douluo!
Ning Rongrong felt a little uncomfortable under the spotlight, especially when she felt Lin Xia's indifferent gaze, which made her cheeks blush slightly.
She subconsciously took half a step towards Tang San and Xiao Wu, trying to avoid their burning gazes, sticking out her cute little tongue, showing a hint of girlish naiveté and barely concealed nervousness.
"Oh, stop looking! I'm no different from any other person. I'm... I ran away from home." (End of Chapter)