Tang San truly listened to Ma Hongjun's words; he went all out, not just carrying the crossbow on his back.
His attack wasn't over yet. Suddenly, a small, jet-black hammer appeared in his left hand.
After Zhao Wuji blocked his legs, Tang San swung the hammer at Zhao Wuji's face.
"Not over yet," Zhao Wuji thought angrily, deciding to teach this little hedgehog a lesson. He raised his right hand to shield his face and slapped Tang San's chest with his left.
Of course, he didn't use much force; he just felt uncomfortable not getting some revenge after suffering such a great loss. Of course, as he struck, he withdrew his ten-thousand-year soul skill, Gravity Compression; otherwise, Tang San would have been crushed to death.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled groans rang out almost simultaneously.
Tang San's body was sent flying through the air by Zhao Wuji's palm strike, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The seemingly small hammer possessed immense power. Despite Zhao Wuji's timely activation of his soul power, he was still careless, mistaking it for a common hidden weapon. Coupled with the combined effects of the Datura snake venom and the pain throughout his body, he was overwhelmed.
The hammer struck his palm, which then slammed into his face, causing Zhao Wuji's nose to bleed profusely. The slight graze from the blow left his face a gruesome mess. He was completely dazed from the impact.
The small black hammer, however, vanished silently after striking him.
"Mu Bai!" Ma Hongjun called out!
Dai Mu Bai rushed over and caught Tang San as he fell from the sky.
Dai Mu Bai glared at Ma Hongjun with some resentment. "Why didn't you let me carry my fiancée? You went to catch Tang San yourself!"
Tang San politely said, "Thank you." Dai Mu Bai smiled awkwardly and put Tang San down.
This was the first close encounter between two destined brothers, and Ma Hongjun, watching from the side, couldn't help but chuckle.
The small black hammer flashed by, and Dai Mubai and the others hadn't considered the twin martial souls, assuming it was just an ordinary hammer. However, Ma Hongjun knew that only the Clear Sky Hammer, hailed as the strongest weapon martial soul in the Douluo Continent, could have rendered Zhao Wuji so badly. It was Tang San's second martial soul.
Zhao Wuji should be able to sense it, but probably couldn't immediately connect it to the Clear Sky Hammer.
But it didn't matter; it was just a small hammer. A much larger hammer would come to teach Zhao Wuji a lesson later that night.
Unsurprisingly, the renowned Clear Sky Douluo was currently watching this battle from some corner, though those present couldn't detect him due to their cultivation levels.
Oscar was already making sausages and preserved sausages for Tang San and Zhao Wuji. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were still unconscious.
After eating Oscar's sausages, both of them recovered considerably.
"Teacher Zhao, do we pass?" Ning Rongrong, the only one of the four who was unharmed, pointed to the extinguished incense behind Zhao Wuji and asked him.
Zhao Wuji roared irritably,
"You pass!"
"Xiao San, quickly help Teacher Zhao remove the hidden weapon from his body."
Ma Hongjun, holding Zhu Zhuqing, said to Tang San, then walked to Ning Rongrong, who was holding Xiao Wu, kicked her with his leg, and whispered,
"Stop talking nonsense, come with me!"
After taking a few steps, he turned back to the others and said,
"Teacher Zhao, I'll go arrange for the three girls to stay first.
Mu Bai, you take Tang San back to the dormitory later!" After
saying that, he and Ning Rongrong each carried one girl and left with the three girls.
Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar, the four tough guys, were left looking at each other in bewilderment!
"Why are you telling me to leave?"
"What's the point of staying there? Didn't you see how disheveled Teacher Zhao is? He looks so angry, he's definitely about to explode. It's best to stay away from him right now."
"Hehe, haha!"
Just thinking about Zhao Wuji's disheveled appearance made Ning Rongrong laugh happily. The little witch loved to gloat.
"Ma Hongjun, why are you holding her like that!"
"Didn't you see she's unconscious?"
"But you don't need to hold her like that, and you're holding her so tightly!" "
What, are you jealous!"
"I'm not, I don't care about you, you pervert!"
Now that the Shrek Academy's quarters were much emptier, Ma Hongjun took the three girls and arranged for them to stay in Xiang Chengxian's quarters. They would be reassigned after they woke up.
Then Ning Rongrong kicked him out.
That night, Tang San, who was already very tired, fell asleep on Dai Mubai's bed. There wasn't enough time to set up the bedding.
Dai Mubai had no choice but to return to Soto City to find Xiang Chengxian, casually relaying Ma Hongjun's words back to Shuang'er and her sisters to call Xiao Yuanyuan back from Tiandou City.
Ma Hongjun, having nothing better to do, decided to go to the grove behind the academy to reserve seats for the performance.
...
Zhao Wuji sat alone in his room, fuming and frustrated. Having suffered such a great loss, he was thinking about how to properly discipline Tang San and the others after the start of the semester.
"Zhao Wuji!"
Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice rang in his mind.
As a level 76 Soul Saint, he was a high-ranking figure in the entire Douluo Continent's Soul Master world. His Soul Power was so strong that he could create a wondrous aura around his body, clearly discerning the sound of leaves falling within a hundred meters.
Yet, he felt no one around him, and this voice pierced his ears, sounding as if it were speaking right next to him. This power immediately put Zhao Wuji on high alert. He didn't recognize the voice, but he was certain the newcomer's strength was no less than his own.
"Who is it?"
He abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing with cold light. His reputation in the Soul Master world wasn't good, and he had many enemies. He had lived a peaceful life hidden within Shrek Academy for years, but unexpectedly, a powerful opponent had suddenly appeared.
The opponent's aura had locked onto him, and the voice rang out again:
"Come out!"
Who was Zhao Wuji? Immovable King, a man who had killed countless people in the past, was provoked by an unknown opponent. Coupled with the pent-up anger he had been holding in all day, his rage surged.
He pushed off with his feet, quickly chasing after the direction the aura was leading him. In a short while, he had left the Shrek Academy's territory and arrived at a grove of trees outside. The aura had disappeared there.
"Come out. I know you're here,"
Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice. At the same time, he instantly completed his Martial Soul Possession. Seven spirit rings pulsed around his body, flashing with dazzling light, especially the three black ten-thousand-year spirit rings, which looked incredibly profound.
A black figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree. This person was completely shrouded in black, even wearing a black hood. From his appearance, one could only tell that he was a tall man.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Wuji shouted coldly, having completed his Martial Soul Possession, the Mighty Vajra Bear. He exuded a wild aura, radiating an imposing presence.
The man in black didn't answer his question directly, but simply said, "Meeting the Immovable King in this small place, I just want to spar with you. It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles."
As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand, and instantly, a black light condensed in his palm, transforming into a huge artifact. At the same time, nine spirit rings quietly appeared on his body:
two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. Unlike Zhao Wuji's rhythmic movements, the nine spirit rings remained still in different positions on the man in black's body, completely enveloping him.
Nine spirit rings were an extremely terrifying existence, especially his last spirit ring, which emitted a dangerous aura of blood red, captivating onlookers.
Seeing the man in black release nine spirit rings, Zhao Wuji felt as if a cold water had been poured over his face, and a chill ran down his spine. As a Soul Saint-level Soul Master, he understood the gap between high-level Soul Masters all too well.
Above level sixty, let alone a difference of one stage, even a difference of just one level could result in a significant difference in strength. On the surface, he and the man in black before him appeared to be about twenty levels apart, but he knew very well that the gap between them was even greater than the difference in soul power between Tang San and himself.
"Title Douluo."
With difficulty, Zhao Wuji uttered these four words, his Immovable King body trembling slightly. If he was a high-level soul master, then a Title Douluo was the pinnacle.
And this wasn't just any Title Douluo; the red soul ring represented the 100,000-year soul ring of the number one soul master on the Dream Ranking. Thinking about it carefully, terror surged through his heart like a tidal wave.
The domineering air he had previously displayed vanished, and Zhao Wuji quickly bowed respectfully:
"May I ask which senior has graced us with their presence? Please don't joke with me. How could I be worthy to spar with you?"
Without emanating any powerful aura, the man in black, holding the enormous artifact, walked step by step towards Zhao Wuji.
The man in black said calmly,
"What's there to be unworthy of? You bullied those kids quite well during the day, didn't you? I've discovered that bullying others feels pretty good. Let me bully you too. Of course, you can think I'm just taking advantage of the weak."
Zhao Wuji was stunned. He hadn't yet connected the dots—the hammer in this man's hand was the same as the one Tang San used to attack him earlier, only the one in black was larger.
This was truly a case of beating the weak, and the strong coming out to settle scores.
"Hehe!"
An untimely laugh interrupted the man in black's steps.
"Hmm!"
The man in black snorted coldly, and the giant tree behind him snapped in two and collapsed.
"Ah!"
Ma Hongjun lost his balance and fell from the branch, landing hard on his backside.
The man in black was also somewhat surprised to see Ma Hongjun. He had only sensed one person following him, but it wasn't this kid. That meant this kid had been here all along.
Seeing it was Ma Hongjun, Zhao Wuji's expression grew even more anxious. He never expected this brat to appear here; wasn't this just adding to the trouble?
Actually, what surprised him even more was that Ma Hongjun had been waiting there all along, ready to watch him make a fool of himself.
Ma Hongjun quickly got up. Originally intending to watch the show, he now seemed a little embarrassed. He patted his behind and prepared to slip away:
"I've wandered onto the wrong set! You guys continue!"
Zhao Wuji: "..."
Tang San's father: "..."