"Whoosh~"
In the dense smoke and dust, a figure wrapped in emerald green energy suddenly jumped out, did a backflip, and landed steadily.
Tang San and the others looked closely and saw that it was Ye Zhiqiu.
Ye Zhiqiu looked a little embarrassed at this time. His originally clean imperial robe was torn in many places and covered with dust.
So, he just stood there, breathing slightly, and didn't look injured, at least that's what he looked like.
This made Tang San, Ning Rongrong and others feel relieved.
"Hahaha, little brat, I really underestimated you." Zhao Wuji's loud laughter came from the smoke and dust.
After a while, Zhao Wuji's burly figure walked out with his martial soul's true body. The golden shield on Acala's body was still shining, and it looked intact.
Judging from the two of them, Zhao Wuji has the upper hand?
Actually, it is not.
In fact, in the previous fight, Zhao Wuji's first soul skill was half broken by Ye Zhiqiu, but he only walked out after repairing it with his soul power in the smoke and dust, and looked like nothing happened.
Don't think that it's a simple matter to just blast half of Zhao Wuji's first soul skill into pieces. Ye Zhiqiu was able to withstand his five soul skills, various negative states on his body, and even broke the enhanced version of the Vajra Palm, and then blasted Acala's body into pieces. His clothes were only slightly damaged, which was already incredible.
After all, the level gap between the two was still quite large. If Ye Zhiqiu was at the same level as him, Zhao Wuji would have been 100% dead on the spot with that move towards Kong Que.
"Teacher Zhao, your martial soul's true form is quite good, even tougher than a tortoise shell." Ye Zhiqiu adjusted his breathing. His soul power slowly faded, the green light emanating from his body dissipated, and his Eight Gates of Dunjia were closed.
Family members know their own business. If he continued to open the eight gates, he would most likely be seriously injured. Opening six gates was still quite a stretch for Ye Zhiqiu at the moment, not to mention pushing all six gates to their limit and performing a Jingmen technique - Towards the Peacock with all his strength. Ye Zhiqiu's body now had some minor internal injuries.
From this battle, Ye Zhiqiu knew that he could barely open the six gates without getting hurt, but he couldn't push them to the extreme, otherwise he would still get hurt.
This is probably a considerable gain.
Zhao Wuji saw the strange green light outside Ye Zhiqiu's body dissipate, and his momentum suddenly dropped significantly. He couldn't help but grin. Hehe, can't you hold on, kid? This ability that makes his strength soar will definitely not last long, and there will be negative effects.
And you, even ascended directly from Soul Venerable to the caliber of Soul Sage, surely the negative effects of such a heaven-defying ability would be even greater? A few internal injuries are inevitable, right?
Now that you're no longer in the state of improving your strength, and you're injured, how can you still fight me? Zhao Wuji was secretly proud of himself, and he was also relieved that he had saved his face.
Zhao Wuji didn't care that Ye Zhiqiu compared him to a turtle. Only the weak would talk big, and this was a sign that Ye Zhiqiu was at the end of his rope.
"How about it? Do you want to continue, little brat?" Zhao Wuji said with a smug look on his face, his hands clasped in front of his chest, looking relaxed.
"Of course we have to continue." Ye Zhiqiu replied without hesitation.
"Wait. An incense stick of time has already passed, Aqiu, there's no need to fight any further." Tang San reminded loudly. Ye Zhiqiu looked like he had really reached the end of his rope. Tang San thought that he was unwilling to admit defeat because he couldn't bring himself to do so.
Dai Mubai also nodded and said, "This battle is meaningless. You have already proven your strength to everyone. Wasn't the original goal to pass the assessment? Now that you have passed, stop it."
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu wanted to dissuade him, but Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand at them first, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, and I'm not trying to be brave. It's just that I met an exciting opponent, and I'm a little itchy."
After he finished speaking, Ye Zhiqiu turned around and looked at Zhao Wuji, "Teacher Zhao, go on. Next, I will use 70% of my strength to let you feel the power from God!" Ye Zhiqiu said this with a serious expression on his face.
Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment, but he almost laughed out loud. "You little bastard, you're still bragging to me? Seventy percent, and you still want to feel the power of God? I feel you, you bastard!"
A three-ringed Soul Master said that he wanted to let a seven-ringed Soul Saint feel the power from God.
"Come on, I want to feel it."
Zhao Wuji looked like he was having a hard time holding back his laughter.
Even Tang San and the others in the distance had speechless expressions on their faces.
Ye Zhiqiu smiled faintly, looking nonchalant. "You're laughing now, but I'll beat you until you cry later."
Just as the two were about to continue their fight, a large number of people suddenly arrived from all directions. The black ten-thousand-year spirit rings on their bodies were extremely conspicuous. This group of people were all Soul Kings of at least level 50 or above.
The fastest one flew over from the air. From the direction he came from, it could be seen that he had been in Soto City before. He had three black ten-thousand-year soul rings coiled around his body, and the other soul rings were also top-notch yellow and purple, at least for ordinary soul masters.
He was wearing a gray-black suit that looked like a tuxedo, had short hair, and wore a pair of glasses. His face looked a little weathered, and he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. Behind him was a blue-black owl martial spirit shadow.
"Damn it, Zhao Wuji, you've lost a year's salary." The middle-aged man in his forties had not yet arrived, but his heart-wrenching voice had already been heard from a long distance away.
Zhao Wuji shuddered on the spot and glanced at the sky in the distance. After seeing who was coming, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "You are such a stingy person, F·Miser·Lan·Stingy·De, how dare you talk to me about salary? Since I came to Shrek Academy as a teacher, have I ever received a salary of one copper soul coin?"
Is there anything else I can do for three meals a day that isn't just porridge with pickles? I get angry just talking about my salary.
Didn't it just destroy a few broken floors and a few broken wooden houses? You screamed like a pig being slaughtered, who are you trying to scare?
"Susanoo!"
At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly shouted, and the hexagonal windmills in his eyes spun wildly.
He couldn't wait any longer. If he waited, the college teachers would arrive and he would have no chance to take action.
He wanted to reignite the war and decide the outcome with Zhao Wuji before these academy teachers arrived.
The battle has continued until now, and Ye Zhiqiu is still holding back his anger. He has never had the habit of admitting defeat, not before and not in the future.
As Ye Zhiqiu finished speaking, purple bone-like objects emerged from the void behind him, arranged neatly, like a human sternum. Purple soul power pulsed and burned like flames on each bone, looking both eerie and full of a strange beauty.
"Click~Click~"
One bone after another condensed from the void and arranged automatically. Soon, they formed a semi-human shadow that was more than ten meters tall.
A purple head, its eye sockets pulsing with black flames, appeared at the top of the skeleton. The skeleton seemed to come alive. The pulsing purple flames of soul energy within its bones transformed into meridian-like strands in the blink of an eye, coating the skeleton as if flesh and blood had grown from thin air. The black flames in its eyes trembled, and a wave of destruction emanated from the over ten meter tall purple figure.
Susanoo's third stage is activated!
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, full of shock.