Just...
It was completely impossible for Wukong to transform into a Super Saiyan right now. Although he had awakened the Super Saiyan transformation last night, he could clearly feel a force hindering him.
It was like...
That feeling when you have to fart but can't.
Hahahaha, that's hilarious.
Maybe it was his own bloodline, thinking he was too handsome and didn't want him to get any stronger?
Alright, alright, I'm just kidding.
The reason he couldn't transform into a Super Saiyan was entirely due to the presence of his tail. You could say that his tail was currently limiting Wukong's growth potential.
"What did you say? There's a Great Ape Form too?"
I think I'll pass. The Great Ape Form is too cumbersome. It only increases power tenfold, and it's been nerfed by the system, so it's probably only a fivefold increase now.
"A Super Saiyan can increase your original power by 50 times."
But it's been heavily nerfed by the system, so it's only a 30-fold increase now. But even with that 30-fold increase, he can still crush everyone in Douluo Continent right now.
Except for the gods, of course.
"What's wrong, Teacher Zhao? Come on, crush me with your so-called proud power!" Wukong roared at the dust-filled crater, provoking Zhao Wuji.
The few people who were just watching the fight also looked towards the dust-filled crater following Wukong's gaze.
BOOM!
A fist covered in dust emerged from the rubble, and then a muscular man slowly climbed out.
His left cheek looked even more swollen than his right.
Blood streamed from his nose, and his eyes glowed red.
He was radiating killing intent.
"Kid!" Zhao Wuji leaped upwards, bursting out of the dirt pile.
"Congratulations, kid, you've pissed me off!"
"Spirit Avatar!" Zhao Wuji immediately activated his Spirit Avatar, and a giant bear appeared behind him.
This elevated Zhao Wuji's aura to a new level.
Is he getting serious? No, he's still holding back. Wukong could sense that Zhao Wuji was still holding something back. He figured Zhao Wuji only wanted to injure him, not kill him.
During his years in Spirit Hall, Wukong had been in thousands, if not tens of thousands, of battles. How could he not recognize that Zhao Wuji was still holding back?
"Don't you all come over here!" Seeing Wukong after Zhao Wuji's Spirit Avatar, sensing something was wrong, immediately told the others behind him not to approach.
Actually, he was only speaking to Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong. As for the other two, he couldn't care less where they went or how they fared.
Wukong couldn't be bothered with them.
Hearing this, the others immediately stayed put, not daring to move.
After settling them, Wukong also entered a state of full readiness.
Zhao Wuji exerted force with his calves, stomping on the ground. With a loud BOOM, cracks appeared in the ground around him.
A heavy gravity compression attacked Wukong.
At this moment, they should really be thankful that the person standing opposite Zhao Wuji was Wukong. If it had been Tang San and the others, they would probably be gasping for air by now.
Not to mention things like Zhao Wuji releasing hidden weapons. In the original story, Zhao Wuji wasn't taking it seriously. If he had, Tang San wouldn't even have had a chance to reach for his belt.
"Gravity compression, huh? Let me try breaking it!" Wukong immediately activated his Ki Burst Mode. White aura surged around him, boosting his aura and strength several levels.
The powerful aura emanating from Wukong completely overshadowed the gravity compression released by Zhao Wuji.
This made Zhao Wuji wonder, "This aura is exactly the same as the one three years ago. There's definitely some connection between these two!"
Zhao Wuji didn't want to waste time with Wukong. Since Wukong had a similar aura to the person he fought three years ago, his strength must have reached the same level.
Therefore, he didn't intend to hold back. The fact that his opponent could dilute his gravity compression, or even completely break it, was enough to rival a Soul Saint at level 70.
"Hehe, Teacher Zhao, you've said Soul Skills don't have eyes. Be careful!" Wukong suddenly looked at Zhao Wuji with a half-smile.
In the center of his two black hands, covered in Busoshoku Haki, something began to gather.
"What's he doing?" Ning Rongrong asked those around her from behind. As a support-type Soul Master, although her combat strength wasn't as outstanding as other battle Soul Masters, she was still quite proficient in sensing.
Because she had been dealing with two Super Douluo for many years, Ning Rongrong was naturally familiar with the aura of high-level Soul Masters.
And at this moment, Wukong's aura was slowly rising from around the Soul Elder level.
She had never seen anyone who could increase their own power purely naturally, without using any Soul Rings, or even the amplification of a support-type Soul Master, and moreover, it was multiplying again and again.
Ning Rongrong clenched her small fists, slightly lowered her head, as if she didn't dare to look directly at Wukong, as if she was directly admitting that she was inferior.
In fact, Ning Rongrong was also quite puzzled about why she would have such a feeling.
She was the little demoness of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! She should have been the type who feared nothing, and felt that everyone was beneath her, but today, she saw Wukong's rapidly rising aura.
She couldn't help but feel that she seemed a bit short-sighted and insignificant.
"He's using a secret technique to enhance his aura," Zhu Zhuqing said coldly. She already wasn't fond of Ning Rongrong, and the way Ning Rongrong had been flirting with Wukong had really gotten under her skin, causing her to get jealous.
You have to admit, girls are pretty scary when they get jealous.
"A secret technique? I've never heard of one like that before. To boost his power so quickly without relying on spirit rings or support-type spirit masters..."
Ning Rongrong was completely convinced this time. Before, her feelings for Wukong were entirely based on his looks, his spirit ring configuration, and his impressive talent of reaching Soul Elder at such a young age.
But now, she was completely won over by Wukong's actual combat performance: he'd sent a power-type Soul Saint with a level of 70 flying with a single punch, and he had a Soul Skill that could greatly enhance his own power.
"That blue ball he formed in his hand possessed an incredibly overbearing power. It seemed like the longer he concentrated, the more power it could unleash."
Dai Mubai was incredibly shocked, but the hatred and killing intent in his heart towards Wukong intensified.
This person's existence was undoubtedly the biggest obstacle in his relationship with Zhu Zhuqing!
It was hard to say whether Dai Mubai was truly in love with Zhu Zhuqing at this point; most of it was likely the anger of wanting to reclaim his fiancée after she was "stolen."
The rest was just because he was greedy for their bodies.
Despicable! Disgusting!
Tang San was in low spirits, remaining silent on the side. The stronger Wukong became, the heavier the burden felt on his shoulders.
If I were hit by that thing, I'd probably be annihilated! Tang San thought despondently.
He had originally thought that with the Dragon Whisker Needles, he could kill Wukong, but the other party had displayed a Soul Skill even more powerful than all of his current techniques.
This was undoubtedly a blow to Tang San.
As for Wukong, the blue energy balls in his hands were getting bigger and bigger, like balloons about to burst.
"Hey, Teacher Zhao, you don't really think this is for attacking, do you?" Wukong glanced at Zhao Wuji with a chuckle.
However, Zhao Wuji didn't care about anything now. This kid had given him such a huge show of force from the start. If he didn't get something back, he wouldn't be the Immovable Bright King.
"Great Strength Diamond Palm!"
"Take this, kid!"
Zhao Wuji's knees bent slightly, and the power he unleashed seemed to expand the cracks around him. With a loud boom, he shot out from his spot like a cannonball.
The Great Strength Diamond Bear Spirit Avatar behind him contained incredibly strong offensive energy.
He intended to shatter the basketball in Wukong's hands with a single palm strike.
"Heh heh, Flash!" Wukong put force into his hands, directly shattering the giant blue ball of light in his hands.
Instantly, a bright blue light erupted, directly obscuring the vision of everyone present.
Are you thinking Wukong is going to use the Kamehameha? No, no, no, this is just a giant air balloon with a blue aura. If you break the outer layer, the blue light inside will gush out and scatter.
"Damn it, what Soul Skill is this? I can't see a thing." Zhao Wuji was enveloped by the blue light, and he didn't even have time to maintain his Great Strength Diamond Palm Soul Skill.
"Flash, it's Flash! Of course, it's a trick to confuse your eyes."
"Teacher Zhao, stay in there for a moment. I need to take care of something." After saying that, Wukong took off directly from where he was standing, using the Sky Dance Technique to fly directly in front of Ning Rongrong.
"You, what are you going to do?" Ning Rongrong looked at Wukong in terror. Was it because her support earlier wasn't good enough?
"Rongrong, can I call you that?" Wukong asked Ning Rongrong.
"Y-yes… you can." Ning Rongrong's face flushed slightly as she stammered her reply.
"Look at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in your hand, doesn't it feel like a weapon of some sort…" Wukong grinned, a mischievous idea bubbling to the surface.
"Huh?"
Ning Rongrong was puzzled. You pulled yourself out of the fight just to ask me this?
Zhu Zhuqing, standing to the side, was also keeping a close eye on Wukong's movements.
"Do what I say. Flip it over, and grab its top."
"Oh, okay, I got it." Ning Rongrong felt very strange, but she still followed his instructions. With her martial soul in her hands, she could manipulate it however she pleased.
Ning Rongrong then held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda upside down, making it look like a mace.
"Yes! That's it!" Wukong was ecstatic, as if he had discovered a new toy.
He then went behind Ning Rongrong, his two black arms wrapped around her slender waist, lifting her into the air and quickly flying towards Zhao Wuji, who was surrounded by the light.
"Ah! What are you doing! I'm afraid of heights!" Ning Rongrong's limbs were constantly flailing. At first, she hadn't minded Wukong grabbing her waist, and she was even a little pleased. But as Wukong slowly lifted her into the air, she started to feel uncomfortable.
"Put me down, quick! I'm a support-type Soul Master; I shouldn't be involved in direct combat!" Ning Rongrong shouted urgently.
Zhu Zhuqing, watching from the side, gritted her teeth, breathing heavily with anger. This guy is getting cocky, definitely cocky! And daring to be so insolent in front of her.
"No, no, no! Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can be used for attacks," Wukong explained.
"What! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can also attack?" Ning Rongrong was shocked when she heard this. From childhood, she had been taught the concepts and ideas of support-type Soul Masters, as well as how to cultivate. She had never thought she could be a battle Soul Master.
"Actually, your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can be used as a club!"
"Go on, hit him! Hit him on the head! Don't worry, he can't hit you."
Wukong said with confidence.
Ning Rongrong in his arms widened her eyes. She had never imagined this kind of operation. But it sounded quite exciting.
"Alright! This young lady will trust you once. If you dare to lie to me, I won't let you off!" Ning Rongrong, half-believing, held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Wukong then supported Ning Rongrong's waist as they slowly descended under the light screen, and Ning Rongrong added another layer of power amplification to herself.
Thump!
"Who! Who hit me?" Zhao Wuji's pained roar echoed from the blue light screen. Even though Ning Rongrong was a support-type Soul Master, her strength was still greater than most people, and she had also amplified her own strength. This resulted in a series of blows landing on the back of Zhao Wuji's head.
When a person can't see, their senses become incredibly sensitive. If something were to hit you at that moment, you'd notice it with even greater precision than usual.
After a few more strikes, Wukong quickly brought Ning Rongrong back to the spectator seats.
Back in the stands, Ning Rongrong savored what had just happened, relishing the warmth of Wukong's embrace and the feeling of a support-type Soul Master beating up a battle Soul Master for the first time.
I never thought the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could be used as a club to hit people. Hmm, I must tell Dad when I get back! Ning Rongrong secretly resolved, intending to boast about it to her father.
Wukong returned to the battlefield, not forgetting to say to the others before he left, "What are you standing around for? Aren't you going to continue the assessment!"
"His gravity pressure is gone. You can go up now."
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