Chapter 253
An Absolute Gap!
Just as Xiao Wu's sharp claws were about to touch him, Zhao Wuji's thick waist twisted violently in an unusual way, his body leaning back slightly, narrowly avoiding a fatal attack.
At the same time, his right fist, like a battering ram, carrying suffocating wind pressure and the speed of arriving first after being hit, slammed solidly into Xiao Wu's slender waist and abdomen without any fancy moves!
"Uh……"
The madness in Xiao Wu's eyes was instantly replaced by boundless pain!
She felt as if her internal organs had been violently struck and crushed by a high-speed soul-guided train!
The pink figure shot back at an even faster speed than it had come!
boom!
Xiao Wu's body crashed heavily onto the ground near Tang San, rolling several times before stopping.
She curled up, the intense pain preventing her from making a sound, only letting out painful whimpers. Blood kept spilling from the corner of her mouth, and her pretty face instantly lost all color, clearly indicating that she had suffered extremely severe internal injuries.
The entire battle was lightning fast! From Tang San's activation of the entanglement to Xiao Wu being knocked away, only a few breaths passed!
Ning Rongrong stood there blankly, the light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her palm swaying slightly due to her extreme shock and fear.
Looking at Tang San's gruesome state, embedded in the wall, at Xiao Wu's painful appearance as she collapsed and vomited blood, and then at Zhao Wuji, who stood in the arena covered in blood, panting heavily, yet like a demon god from hell, a bone-chilling cold instantly swept through her entire body!
This is not an assessment at all!
This is a one-sided massacre!
It was Zhao Wuji venting the endless humiliation and fear he had just endured at Lin Xia's hands!
Just then, Zhao Wuji's bloodshot, still-savage bear-like eyes turned towards her.
His gaze was cold, cruel, and devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.
Ning Rongrong's heart leaped into her throat, and she took a step back in fright, almost losing control of her martial spirit.
Zhao Wuji dragged his heavy, aching steps toward Ning Rongrong.
Each step she took felt like the drumbeat of death striking Ning Rongrong's heart.
The blood of Tang San stained his body, mixed with the blood seeping from his own wounds, gave off a strong, pungent smell.
"you……"
Zhao Wuji's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, carrying undisguised malice and a hint of impatience.
"Is it admitting defeat?"
Zhao Wuji stopped a few steps away from Ning Rongrong, his huge shadow completely enveloping the petite girl, the oppressive feeling almost suffocating her.
"Or... shall I 'send' you on your way?"
Zhao Wuji deliberately emphasized the word "send," his gaze sweeping over Tang San and Xiao Wu, the threat unmistakable.
Ning Rongrong's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Overwhelmed by fear, the pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's little princess proved utterly fragile in the face of absolute violence and the threat of death.
She even felt that Zhao Wuji's blood-stained giant hand would slap her down in the next second, making her look as miserable as Tang San and Xiao Wu.
In the midst of this extreme fear, her gaze involuntarily passed over the ferocious Zhao Wuji and landed under the big tree at the edge of the field.
There, Lin Xia still leaned against the tree trunk calmly, her posture languid.
The morning sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on him.
The small, dark gray beast, no bigger than a palm, was affectionately rubbing its little head against his neck, making soft "ban~" sounds, seemingly uninterested in the horrific scene unfolding before him.
Zhu Zhuqing, who stood to the side, had a cold, cat-like gaze that held a hint of indifference and understanding, as if everything before her was within her expectations.
The stark contrast, like ice water poured over her head, instantly brought a sliver of clarity to Ning Rongrong's chaotic and fearful mind.
They were facing Zhao Wuji again.
Despite their best efforts and the powerful amplification from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Tang San and Xiao Wu were instantly defeated like rag dolls, critically injured and on the verge of death. As for Lin Xia…
He didn't even need to lift a finger; the seemingly harmless little beast on his shoulder merely revealed a glimpse of its true form, instantly plunging Zhao Wuji, at the height of his power, into hell, triggering natural disasters that tore the earth apart and then smoothed it out!
The infamous "Fudo Myoo" was stuck at the bottom of the pit like mud, not even qualified to look up at him!
Finally, he simply raised his hand, and the terrifying sandstorm lord obediently returned to his side.
This... is an absolute difference!
This... is true power!
Peers?
A bitter feeling and an indescribable shock welled up in Ning Rongrong's heart.
She finally understood the source of the pride and mockery in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
Lin Xia, his very existence is an insurmountable chasm!
Awe!
worship!
Even a sliver of indescribable longing instantly overwhelmed Ning Rongrong's fear of Zhao Wuji. Rather than be "sent off" by this madman on the verge of collapse, it would be better...
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trembling in her body, and raised her head. Although her face was still pale, her eyes were surprisingly calm.
She looked directly into Zhao Wuji's violent eyes, her clear voice trembling slightly, yet remarkably firm.
I surrender!
These three words, like heavenly music, echoed clearly in the suddenly quiet venue.
The moment Zhao Wuji heard those three words, his tense nerves and muscles relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A tremendous sense of relief at surviving a disaster almost overwhelmed him!
He could even feel the cold beads of sweat sliding down his forehead.
God knows how much pressure he was under just now!
What should he do if Ning Rongrong doesn't admit defeat?
A real fight?
Given his current condition, if he were to force an attack, his injuries would likely worsen immediately, and he might even suffer permanent damage.
Moreover, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was seriously injured?
Even Flander couldn't save him; the entire Shrek Academy could face annihilation!
Do not hit?
What will Lin Xia think?
Would people think he's being lenient with the performance evaluation?
The thought of that imposing figure and those icy eyes sent a chill down Zhao Wuji's spine.
Ning Rongrong's admission of defeat was like pulling him back from the brink of disaster!
"Cough...cough...good! At least you have some self-awareness!"
Zhao Wuji struggled to maintain the last vestige of his dignity as an examiner, his body nearly falling apart, but the hoarseness and weakness in his voice were impossible to conceal.
He struggled to raise his arm, which wasn't seriously injured, and pointed to the incense stick in the center of the field that had just burned to the end.
"One incense stick's time! The assessment...is over!"
He practically gritted his teeth as he finished speaking the last few words. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. His vision blurred, his burly body swayed, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
He could only stand up by sheer willpower, with only one thought in his mind.
Treatment! Immediately! Right now! (End of Chapter)