The clash in the training ground had already reached its peak.
Tang San moved like a shadow, his figure darting left and right with the agility of the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. Zhao Wuji's mighty Vajra Palm descended with crushing force, but Tang San, refined in countless battles, twisted his body at the last instant. His arms glowed faintly jade-green—the power of the Mysterious Jade Hand flowed through him—while his technique, Controlling Cranes and Capturing Dragons, diverted the incoming force away from his body.
Yet Zhao Wuji was not a man to be underestimated. The instant Tang San's Eight Spider Lances flared behind his back, thrusting forward to pierce through his blind spot, Zhao Wuji's expression hardened.
"First Soul Skill—Fudo Mingwang Body!"
His roar echoed like thunder. A golden radiance erupted from his body, a defensive aura of absolute immovability. Tang San and Xiao Tian, who had been closing in to assist, were both blasted backwards, sent skidding three meters across the ground. Tang San felt the metallic tang of blood in his mouth as it trickled from the corner of his lips.
Xiao Tian, however, landed steadily. Planting Sword Fifteen into the earth, he smirked. Good. Zhao Wuji, the harder you push Tang San, the more you'll regret it. Tonight will be your worst nightmare.
"Xiao Tian, what do we do now?" Tang San called out, breathing heavily but his gaze still sharp. "Teacher Zhao's defense is impenetrable. My Eight Spider Lances are already exposed—he won't give me another opening."
Xiao Tian's voice was calm, his tone steady as if he were merely analyzing a chess match rather than standing before one of the Seven Shrek Monsters."Don't you have your hidden weapons? Long-range assaults and breaking defenses—leave that to me. All I need from you is support. Summon your Blue Silver Grass beside me."
Tang San hesitated for a brief moment. Hidden weapons… Should I reveal them now? He had only just arrived at Shrek Academy. Displaying his greatest trump cards too early might not be wise. But then his thoughts shifted—this was also a rare opportunity.
If Ning Rongrong and the others witness the might of my hidden weapons, I can forge a connection with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect through her. That connection… could be invaluable.
Resolute, Tang San extended his hand. Vines of Blue Silver Grass spread outward, several tendrils wrapping around Xiao Tian's side. At the same time, Tang San touched his soul guide. In an instant, his aura turned cold and sharp, like a blade of ice. Beside him, Xiao Tian's presence surged—sword intent radiated from his body, cutting through the air itself.
For the first time, Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat. A faint sense of unease crawled across his skin. What are these brats up to?
Meanwhile, in the distance, Flander rushed out of his office. He clutched a jade jar in his hands, having felt Zhao Wuji's overwhelming surge of soul power. His expression darkened.Inside the Academy, and Zhao Wuji unleashes this much force? What on earth is happening?
Sure enough, when he reached the training ground, he found Dai Mubai standing to the side, while Zhao Wuji personally engaged Xiao Tian and Tang San.
Just as Flander prepared to intervene, Yu Xiaogang appeared, raising a hand to stop him."Relax. It has already begun. Watch carefully. Tang San and Xiao Tian will exceed even your expectations. Unless Zhao Wuji reveals his true Spirit Avatar, he won't gain the upper hand against their combined assault."
Flander, taken aback by Yu Xiaogang's confidence, suppressed his worry and turned his gaze to the battlefield.
Zhao Wuji noticed Flander's arrival from the corner of his eye but relaxed when the dean made no move to interfere. Good. Then I can test these little monsters without restraint.
Xiao Tian's eyes gleamed. He whispered toward the sword in his hand, "Fifteen, it's time. Play freely. Show them your strength. Focus on your third soul skill—break through his defense, force him to bleed."
With a hum, Sword Fifteen trembled, as though answering its master. Unlike ordinary martial souls, the blade carried a will of its own.
The curved blade shimmered with red light as the third soul ring flared, enveloping the weapon in bloody radiance.
"What?!" Zhao Wuji's expression twisted in surprise. A martial soul acting with such autonomy?
He sneered, masking his shock. "So reckless! You've sent your martial soul away from your body, leaving yourself defenseless. Let's see how long you last."
But Xiao Tian's calm smile never wavered. He wasn't controlling Sword Fifteen—the blade moved according to its own spirit. That fact alone unsettled every onlooker.
Tang San seized the moment. With a flick of his wrist, a barrage of hidden weapons—some laced with deadly poison, others merely sharp—shot forward, raining upon Zhao Wuji.
Clang! Clang! Each projectile was deflected by Zhao Wuji's golden aura, bouncing harmlessly away.
"Tsk." Tang San narrowed his eyes. There's no such thing as flawless defense. No one can cover all 360 degrees. Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track—activate!
His figure blurred, vanishing and reappearing at odd angles, attacking Zhao Wuji from front, side, and rear in perfect rhythm with Sword Fifteen's relentless strikes.
Xiao Tian, standing calmly amidst the chaos, closed his eyes. When they opened again, his pupils glimmered silver-white, like countless blades of light.
Sword Heart Eyes!
"Tang San, let me show you how to truly wield your Blue Silver Grass."
Sword energy coated his hands. He grasped the soft leaves of the vines beside him, and with incredible speed, tore them free. In his hands, the flimsy leaves hardened into sharp blades. With flicks of his wrists, he hurled them like a storm of knives.
The rhythm quickened. His hands blurred, leaving afterimages as more and more leaves were plucked, transformed, and launched.
Tang San's heart shook. Plucking flowers and leaves as weapons… This technique—could he, too, have come from another martial arts world like me?
In his previous life, Tang San had seen similar skills, yet never had he witnessed Blue Silver Grass hardened to such an extent.
Now, Zhao Wuji stood encircled. Sword Fifteen's crimson strikes, Tang San's ghostly movements, and Xiao Tian's storm of razor leaves pressed him from every side. For the first time, Zhao Wuji was forced onto the defensive, his Vajra Body working at its utmost to repel the onslaught.
Sensing an opening, Zhao Wuji deliberately exposed a flaw, luring Sword Fifteen forward. The instant the blade lunged, his palm shot out."Vajra Palm!"
But the sword split into clones.
"First Soul Skill—Qingmu Soul Condensation!"
Illusory images of Sword Fifteen struck from multiple directions, forcing Zhao Wuji to twist away. At that exact moment, Xiao Tian's own body glowed—he activated his first soul skill, surging with energy to keep pace.
"Well played!" Zhao Wuji grunted, irritation flashing across his features. Each dodge left shallow wounds across his body, and though none were fatal, blood now seeped freely, staining his robes red.
Tang San's eyes gleamed purple as he invoked his Purple Demon Eye. His palms, reinforced by the Mysterious Jade Hand, flicked forward—several tiny golden needles pierced through Zhao Wuji's weakened defenses.
Dragon Beard Needles!
A treasure purchased from Flander's shop for a hundred gold soul coins, and now unleashed at the perfect moment.
Zhao Wuji staggered as sharp pain lanced across his body. His roar shook the air."Bastards!"
His aura exploded once again."Third Soul Skill—Gravity Enhancement!"
The ground seemed to tremble. A crushing weight pressed down, slowing every movement. Tang San gritted his teeth, sweat dripping as his body resisted the invisible pressure. Sword Fifteen faltered, its speed dropping sharply.
Zhao Wuji's eyes locked onto the blade. His voice thundered:"Fifth Soul Skill—Gravity Squeeze!"
The suction force intensified, locking onto Sword Fifteen's form. Unable to resist, the blade's figure was dragged forward at blinding speed toward Zhao Wuji's waiting strike.
Zhao Wuji's lips curled into a cold smile. "Hehe… Just for you!"
The tension spiked. The battlefield was a storm of pressure, blades, and blood. Each combatant now stood at the edge of their limits, and the clash between teacher and students reached its fiercest crescendo.
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