"Teacher Zhao, be careful~"
Ye Zhiqiu's voice came faintly from the smoke and dust storm that had calmed down a little.
Suddenly, a big hole appeared in the smoke storm, and a ray of emerald green light flashed out from it, like lightning. The strong wind brought by the speed swept the surrounding smoke and dust that had been calm and slowly falling due to gravity surged into the sky again.
"Swoosh~" a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.
quick!
Extremely fast!
Even though Tang San had activated the Purple Demon Eye, he still couldn't see Ye Zhiqiu's figure clearly. He could only see a green light instantly crossing a distance of dozens of meters, stirring up dust and fog all the way, and suddenly coming in front of Zhao Wuji with terrifying power.
Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank slightly. He couldn't see clearly. He could only see a shadow passing by, and he couldn't make sense of the thoughts in his mind.
Ye Zhiqiu now burst out at such an extreme speed that even he could only barely control it. If it went any faster, his dynamic vision would be unable to keep up.
Six of the Eight Gates of Ninjutsu were opened in succession, and the explosive soul power in his body caused his body to ache slightly. Now Ye Zhiqiu just wanted to vent this explosive soul power.
Ye Zhiqiu's simple punch was without any fancy moves, but it brought up a hurricane-like airflow and went straight towards Zhao Wuji's lower abdomen.
"The first soul." Zhao Wuji had just activated the soul power in his body and had not finished speaking.
"Bang~" a muffled sound was heard.
Ye Zhiqiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and punched Zhao Wuji in the stomach.
Zhao Wuji flew out instantly.
His body was in mid-air, bent like a bent salted fish, his eyes were white and bloodshot, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
With just one punch, Zhao Wuji flew out of the Shrek Academy playground and flew dozens of meters away until he encountered a house. He then crashed into the wooden wall and fell into the house, barely stopping with the help of resistance.
An entire wall of the wooden house collapsed, and it shook and eventually collapsed.
"Boom~"
The wooden house collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.
Unfortunately, Zhao Wuji was buried inside.
Tang San and the others who were watching the battle from a distance had their mouths slightly open, their expressions somewhat dull, and they were somewhat doubting their lives.
This is too awesome!
They looked towards where Zhao Wuji had just stood, and saw Ye Zhiqiu slowly retracting his punch and standing up straight.
"What kind of terrifying soul skill is this? Teacher Zhao was knocked away by just one punch," Dai Mubai said in shock.
Tang San shook his head, "I'm afraid this isn't a spirit skill. Aqiu's spirit ring hasn't even been revealed. If you ask me, this might be a secret technique."
"Secret technique? What is that?" Dai Mubai and others were all confused.
"Uh," Tang San was speechless, having almost forgotten that these people were different from him, unable to understand things like martial arts and secret techniques. He could only explain, "You can think of it as a self-created spirit skill. The principles are roughly the same."
"That's right." Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement, and said with some complacency, "That's Zhiqiu's self-created soul skill, the Eight Gates of Dunjia. There are eight gates in total. Every time you open a gate, your combat power increases several times. However..." At this point, Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Zhiqiu with some concern and continued, "Zhiqiu said he could only open the first five gates without taking any damage, but it seems he opened six just now."
Xiao Wu looked at Ning Rongrong's worried expression and couldn't help but put her arm around her to comfort her. "Brother Qiu has always been very sensible. He was able to open six doors, which means the impact shouldn't be significant. Don't worry."
"Xiao Wu is right. I think we should pay more attention to Teacher Zhao. After receiving such a heavy punch from Aqiu, I hope he is not seriously injured." Tang San pointed to the location of the collapsed wooden house where there had been no movement for a long time, and said speechlessly.
Tang San thought that if he had been hit by such a heavy punch, he would have died on the spot.
Even if Zhao Wuji is a powerful Soul Saint, he probably won't feel good about it.
"You asked for it." Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes, looking indifferent. She was actually more interested in Ye Zhiqiu's Eight Gates Dunjia.
Does the combat power increase exponentially with each door opened? Zhu Zhuqing looked thoughtful.
In fact, Tang San also felt somewhat familiar with the name of this secret technique. If the word "Eight Gates" was replaced with "Qi Men", Tang San would have suspected that Ye Zhiqiu had traveled through time like himself.
However, although Qi Men Dun Jia and Ba Men Dun Jia sound similar, their functions are completely different.
Tang San quickly dismissed his thoughts.
"Teacher Zhao, I told you to be careful a long time ago, why didn't you listen? Don't hide, there is the majesty of a Lost Soul Saint." Ye Zhiqiu stared at the collapsed wooden house and said lightly. His voice was not loud, but it just reached the ears of everyone present.
Ye Zhiqiu's words once again attracted the attention of Tang San and the others who were watching the battle. From what he said, it seemed that Zhao Wuji was okay. Tang San and the others couldn't help but look towards the collapsed wooden house.
There was silence for a while.
"Boom~" Various wooden stakes flew everywhere at the collapsed wooden house. Zhao Wuji jumped out from them and stood more than ten meters in front of Ye Zhiqiu. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu and said unhappily, "It's really an eighty-year-old mother collapsing her child. It seems that if I don't play with you seriously, you'll still go to heaven." These words were obviously a way to save face, and made Tang San and others who were watching smile.
Zhao Wuji was a little dusty at this time, but he was full of vigor and didn't look like he was seriously injured. In order to prevent Ye Zhiqiu from attacking again, he activated his first soul skill. The yellow-brown bear-like golden bell of Acala had covered his entire body, and the seven soul rings at his feet were rhythmically moving.
"Teacher Zhao, you'd better wipe the sour water from the corner of your mouth before you speak. It affects your image." Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile.
"Huh?" Zhao Wuji was stunned. I think I've already wiped it! Is there anything else?
Zhao Wuji quickly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, but he didn't feel any wetness at all.
"You cunning little bastard." Zhao Wuji cursed in his heart that he had been fooled.
Sure enough, when he raised his eyes again, Ye Zhiqiu had already approached him like a gust of wind, and with the same simple punch, he hit the golden shield formed by Zhao Wuji's first soul skill directly.
"Boom~"
A sound like a wooden stake hitting an ancient temple bell was heard.
The seemingly indestructible golden shield cracked and revealed several cracks.
Zhao Wuji's face changed, and he felt a huge push coming from his chest, forcing him to take several steps back.
"Dong Dong Dong~"
Almost in an instant.
The emerald green light kept flashing around Zhao Wuji. Every time it paused, there would be a "dong" sound. Then, it would turn into green light to find a new attack location, and it kept shuttling around Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji was not good at speed, and at this time he couldn't even find Ye Zhiqiu's figure, so he could only passively take the beating.
With extremely fast speed and terrifying power, even Zhao Wuji, who had activated the body of Acala, had no way to deal with Ye Zhiqiu.
In almost a blink of an eye, the green light transformed by Ye Zhiqiu bombarded Zhao Wuji countless times. If Zhao Wuji had not fully output his soul power to maintain the golden shield of his first soul skill, Acala, the golden shield would have been broken long ago. Even so, the golden shield was now covered with dense cracks, as if it would shatter in the next second.