Yu Xiaogang frantically rummaged through the ashes.
The swirling ashes covered him in black soot.
Finally, from the ashes beneath the bed, he found a token that had been burned black.
He continuously wiped away the ash and dirt, but unfortunately, the entire token was beyond recognition.
Only the faint outline of the pope decree could still be seen on it.
Then he found another item, his Spirit Master's notebook, also a metal plate, on which he could vaguely make out the characters:
Wang… Gang…
"This Tang San!"
Yu Xiaogang truly wanted to beat Tang San.
The impact of this incident was simply too great.
The next day,
The holiday continued because classes couldn't be held.
Flender also informed Zhao Wuji about taking Tang San as a disciple of Shrek Academy.
When Zhao Wuji heard this news,
His first reaction was to disagree.
The reason was still the same: Shrek Academy doesn't accept waste.
Especially since Tang San had set his own dormitory on fire, what were his intentions?
He hadn't even come to admit his mistake yet.
And now he wanted to be his student?
No way!
Flender then revealed that Tang San's spirit power had already reached level twenty-five.
Since he had reached level twenty-five, he could directly skip to the fourth test.
And an unwritten rule of Shrek Academy was that anyone who could skip to the fourth test would be accepted.
"Since he's reached the fourth test, there's still the fourth test to pass,"
"Let him pass my assessment first."
Flender sighed, hoping Tang San would succeed.
Zhao Wuji's assessment for Tang San was nothing else.
It was to last half an incense stick's time against him.
He wasn't trying to bully anyone.
Everyone gathered in a circle around the combat arena.
Zhao Wuji and Tang San had already taken their stances in the middle, ready for a fight.
"If you can pass my assessment, then that means you have the qualifications to join Shrek Academy."
Zhao Wuji held an incense stick in his hand.
He casually broke it, one half about two-thirds of the length, the other only one-third.
He casually tossed away the one-third piece, then crushed the longer piece between two fingers.
With a flick of his wrist, the burning incense stick, with its glowing tip, plunged into the ground like a javelin.
"Teacher Zhao, this isn't half an incense stick,"
Tang San couldn't help but speak up.
"It's too short."
Zhao Wuji said indifferently,
"If I say it is, then it is. If you don't want to, then leave."
He was also in a bad mood at this point.
If Tang San could just show a little ability, he would have found a way to back down.
The boss had already spoken, what else could he say?
After all, he couldn't disrespect Flender.
Now it was Tang San who was getting angry.
If he was going to be bullied at Yichun Brothel,
And still be bullied after leaving,
Then wouldn't he have left for nothing?
He clenched his right hand, the Blue Silver Hammer already firmly grasped.
Two white spirit rings slowly rose from his feet, moving up and down.
"First Soul Skill, Vigorous Strike!"
Tang San directly used his First spirit ring to hurl his hammer.
"Bang!"
A hammer struck Zhao Wuji's face.
Zhao Wuji helplessly wiped his face.
No power.
How could he fight with that?
He quickly stepped forward and rushed towards Tang San.
A big slap aimed at Tang San's face.
Tang San quickly dodged to the side using his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track ability.
At the same time, he continuously threw Blue Silver Hammers at Zhao Wuji.
Although the Blue Silver Hammers would shatter,
They would still annoy Zhao Wuji greatly.
Especially since the shattered Blue Silver Hammers wouldn't cause the weakness usually associated with a shattered Spirit,
Because the Blue Silver Hammer was originally made of Blue Silver Grass, it could simply re-form.
Although there was no damage, it could affect vision and delay speed.
In the original plot, Tang San constantly threw Hidden Weapons; now he threw hammers, re-formed them, threw them again, and re-formed them again.
"Annoying!"
Zhao Wuji truly felt annoyed.
Relying on the Blue Silver Hammer and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track,
Although Tang San's absolute speed was not as fast as Zhao Wuji's,
Zhao Wuji simply couldn't catch him, his big slaps repeatedly hitting empty air.
"What a slippery monkey,"
"Stalling for time?"
At this moment, Zhao Wuji finally completed his Spirit Possession.
Zhao Wuji's entire body was covered in a thick layer of brown fur.
His height exceeded two and a half meters, his muscles rippled all over, and his brownish-yellow eyes exuded a domineering aura.
Seven spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, continuously moved around his body.
Zhao Wuji's large hands became exceptionally heavy, like oversized cattail-leaf fans.
"Third Spirit Ability, Gravity Enhancement."
Zhao Wuji's third spirit ring, the purple thousand-year spirit ring, suddenly enlarged.
But instead of injecting its power into his body, it drifted downwards, directly sinking into the ground.
Tang San felt as if his feet were sinking into a swamp, and his body suddenly became heavy.
It felt as if his body weight had directly doubled.
Zhao Wuji, however, was clearly unaffected, striding towards him with a faint smile in his eyes.
As if saying, "Now let's see where you run."
The grudge from burning his dormitory yesterday must be settled.
"Let me get my revenge, and I'll let you into the academy."
"I, Old Zhao, am not a vengeful person; at most, I'll just 'take good care' of you during class later."
Under the effect of gravity,
Tang San's speed clearly decreased.
Although the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was exquisite enough, under the influence of gravity, dodging Zhao Wuji's attacks was already becoming difficult.
Several times, he narrowly avoided Zhao Wuji's Great Strength Vajra Palm.
Zhao Wuji glanced at the burning incense stick.
The incense had already burned down to almost half its length.
He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He still couldn't hit him?
How could he give up such a good opportunity?
Thinking this, Zhao Wuji's fourth spirit ring lit up again.
A purple light shone, and surprisingly,
Zhao Wuji's fourth spirit ring actually flew out, as if it had eyes,
It caught up to Tang San's body and directly enveloped him.
What did this mean?
Tang San's heart tensed. But after the purple thousand-year halo enveloped his body,
It didn't bring him any discomfort.
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily,
"It's time to end this. Take this slap!"
As soon as his voice fell,
His thick legs suddenly exerted force,
And he leaped up from the ground.
Tang San quickly shifted his position,
But he was surprised to find that,
Zhao Wuji, who was airborne, actually turned with his movement,
Still descending towards him.
This was Zhao Wuji's Fourth Soul Skill, Fixed-Point Tracking.
Once locked on by his Fourth Soul Ring,
Then, within a hundred meters,
He could instantly close the distance with the power of his jump.
This skill might be useless to Spirit Masters who cultivate in other ways,
But for the power-type Zhao Wuji, it was perfectly suited.
By instantly closing the distance between himself and his opponent with Fixed-Point Tracking,
His strength and attacks had the maximum room for development.
To end the battle as quickly as possible, he had used this skill.