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Zhao Wuji braced himself on the ground and pulled his head out. He
slapped the dirt off his head in a flustered manner. His attempt to show off had failed, and Zhao Wuji stomped his foot in frustration.
He had underestimated these four monsters; he had been far too careless. His gaze fell on Ning Rongrong; the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda truly lived up to its reputation as the most powerful auxiliary martial soul.
The amplification of strength and speed just now had directly elevated Tang San and the other two to the level of Soul Master.
The laughter of Ma Hongjun and the other two was undisguised, making Zhao Wuji feel extremely embarrassed. He said irritably,
"It's like an eighty-year-old mother has ruined her child. Looks like I have to take you guys seriously. Hongjun, what are you three laughing about? Come to me for a practical lesson tomorrow."
"Uh..."
The laughter of the three beside him stopped abruptly. They looked at each other, no longer looking at Zhao Wuji.
"Hmph! Kids, come on. Let's continue."
Zhao Wuji strode towards Tang San and Xiao Wu. Their previous seamless teamwork had left a deep "impression" on him.
"Xiao Wu, Meteor Hammer!" Tang San shouted.
Xiao Wu lightly touched Tang San's shoulder with her toes and pounced again, but this time her feet were forward instead of her hands, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's head.
At the same time, dozens of Blue Silver Grasses surged out from around Tang San's body, wrapping around Zhao Wuji from different directions.
Zhao Wuji raised his hand to strike Xiao Wu, but before she even reached him, she suddenly changed direction, and his palm missed. Xiao Wu swept past from the side and kicked Zhao Wuji in the shoulder.
Meteor Hammer was a move Tang San had learned from the principles of the hidden weapon Meteor Hammer. With the help of the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San controlled Xiao Wu's body to move nimbly in the air and launch attacks.
Unfortunately, Zhao Wuji's defense was simply too formidable. Although he wasn't particularly skilled at dodging, it wasn't easy to break through his defenses.
Zhao Wuji was also taken aback by the kick, and a hint of seriousness finally appeared in his brown-yellow eyes. These four little monsters were good enough to enter Shrek Academy. They would all become his students in the future. If he let them continue like this, he would lose all face, and how could he teach them in the future?
Zhu Zhuqing waited for her opportunity. Seeing Zhao Wuji rushing towards Tang San and the other two, the two yellow spirit rings on her body lit up at the same time. The pupils of her two eyes, one blue and one green, suddenly turned vertical. She silently accelerated forward, her body instantly taking off. Enveloped in spirit power, she curled up in the air and spun rapidly towards Zhao Wuji.
At this moment, her second spirit ring lit up.
"Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
Within her coiled figure, countless claw shadows appeared. Relying on her rapid body rotation and the sharp, penetrating power of her cat claws, she unleashed hundreds of attacks on the enemy in a very short time, all targeting the same spot—the power was astonishing.
Just as Zhao Wuji was kicked by Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Hundred Claws struck his back. The Netherworld Hundred Claws were like a rapidly spinning sawtooth gear, swiftly cutting through Zhao Wuji's back.
"Roar—"
A furious roar suddenly rang out, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashing with cold light, his fists clenching tightly. The first yellow soul ring among his seven soul rings instantly lit up.
"Immovable King Body!"
A powerful golden light erupted almost instantly, and Zhu Zhuqing, who had unleashed the Netherworld Hundred Claws, was sent flying, letting out a miserable groan in mid-air.
"The opportunity has arrived!"
Ma Hongjun thought to himself, having been watching the battle closely, waiting for his chance to be the hero and save the damsel in distress.
With a flourish of his Phoenix Playing with a Hundred Birds stance, Ma Hongjun sprinted forward before Dai Mubai and Oscar could react.
He leaped into the air, catching Zhu Zhuqing in a loving princess carry.
Zhao Wuji's strength was immense; the impact was too much for Zhu Zhuqing to bear. In her unconscious state, she saw a wisp of red hair floating in the air and felt a pair of strong hands embracing her.
In her delirium, she felt a safe and warm embrace!
Ma Hongjun landed her safely. Although Zhu Zhuqing had a voluptuous figure, she wasn't heavy; only her ample bosom gave off an invisible pressure.
Unlike her cold demeanor, her body was warm.
Ma Hongjun carried Zhu Zhuqing to the side, but he didn't put her down, still holding her in his arms.
"Hongjun, put her here!"
Dai Mubai pointed to the empty space beside them.
"It's alright, she's not heavy, I can carry her!"
Ma Hongjun said nonchalantly.
Dai Mubai: "..."
"Oh, I mean, the ground is too dirty, I'll carry her!"
Ma Hongjun quickly explained, seeing the disdainful looks from Dai Mubai and Oscar.
Zhu Zhuqing's hands were deformed, likely injured by the recoil from Zhao Wuji's first soul skill, her joints dislocated.
Ignoring the murderous stares of the two beside him, Ma Hongjun half-squatted down, letting Zhu Zhuqing lie across his lap. Then, he freed his hands and took Zhu Zhuqing's slender hands to set her bones.
The posture was a little awkward, but Ma Hongjun thought it was fine this way.
He liked Zhu Zhuqing's scent, and this way they were closer to the mountain peak.
Ma Hongjun couldn't remain calm because Zhu Zhuqing, even in her unconscious state, still exuded a fierce aura.
On the other side, Xiao Wu was also blasted away by Zhao Wuji and was caught in Tang San's arms by his Blue Silver Grass. However, Xiao Wu's injuries weren't as severe as Zhu Zhuqing's, and she remained conscious.
Zhao Wuji didn't stop; instead, he activated his second spirit ring.
"Mighty Vajra Palm!"
The enormous palm doubled in size again, instantly turning golden, and struck directly at Tang San.
At this moment, Xiao Wu, in Tang San's arms, had her second spirit ring gleam.
"Charm!"
Xiao Wu's eyes suddenly turned blood red, staring intently at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji paused briefly, shaking his head, slowing his attack, but instantly regained his senses, his eyes blazing with golden light.
"Good, he actually has a charm-type spirit skill."
The red light in Xiao Wu's eyes met the golden light in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and she immediately fainted without uttering a sound, collapsing into Tang San's arms. Blood flowed from her mouth and nose.
Taking advantage of this brief respite, Tang San used his Ghostly Shadow Steps to escape Zhao Wuji's attack range.
Zhao Wuji's palm strike wasn't actually delivered; it was merely a test, and he had no intention of harming Tang San and the others.
Zhao Wuji didn't pursue further, standing there and saying,
"She's alright. While the effect of a bewitching soul skill is good, her soul power is far inferior to mine. She suffered a backlash from her own soul power, so this was the only possible outcome. Just like the poison attached to your Blue Silver Grass is ineffective against me. Let her sleep for a night; she'll recover by tomorrow."
Zhao Wuji turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong and smiled, "I don't need to intervene anymore, do I? Little girls from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. You've lost. You're all too weak. You couldn't even withstand my attacks for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. That's the difference in strength."
However, Xiao Wu's unconsciousness spurred Tang San, who handed Xiao Wu over to Ning Rongrong. Then he challenged Zhao Wuji to a one-on-one duel.
The real show was about to begin.
Ma Hongjun had also set Zhu Zhuqing's dislocated hands and was still holding her, standing to the side.
Zhu Zhu suddenly regained consciousness. Opening her eyes, she found herself lying in a man's arms. The red hair fluttering before her eyes reminded her of what had happened before she fainted.
In this comforting embrace, Zhu Zhu could feel the man's strong presence. From this angle, she could clearly see his silhouette.
Zhu Zhu's breath was weak; she didn't even have the strength to move.
Ma Hongjun had already noticed that Zhu Zhu was awake, but he deliberately avoided looking down, keeping his eyes fixed ahead, pretending not to know that Zhu Zhu had woken up.
He wanted to hold her a little longer; if he could, he wanted to hold her forever.
Zhu Zhu's soft, cotton-like body was really comfortable to hold. It really felt like holding a cat; Ma Hongjun even had an urge to pet her a couple of times.
Zhu Zhu's eyes darted around, taking in her current situation. She tried to struggle, but she had no strength at all.
"Cough cough!"
"Ah, you're awake!" Ma Hongjun said, feigning surprise.
"Put, put me down!" Zhu Zhu's voice was barely audible.
Ma Hongjun pretended not to hear, shamelessly moving her head closer to his chest. He continued in a soft, shameless voice,
"Don't speak!"
A beautiful day begins with holding Zhu Qing!
(End of Chapter)