Chapter 60: Though I'm a Control-Type, I Have a Heart That Longs to Be a Power Attack-Type
"Since you brats want to play so badly, then I'll play with you till the end!"
Completely fed up, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a vicious light as his first soul ring suddenly lit up.
First Soul Skill: Motionless Bright King Body!
Dazzling golden light erupted from Zhao Wuji's body, forming a layered protective barrier.
Any attack that entered the range of this soul skill was instantly rebounded by the golden glow!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xiao Wu's kicks, Dai Mubai's fist wind, Zhu Zhuqing's claw strikes—all of them were bounced back!
The three were sent staggering backward, their qi and blood churning violently.
Second Soul Skill: Vigorous Vajra Palm!
Zhao Wuji's palms turned golden, carrying a terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone as he went on a rampage, smashing apart the surrounding vines.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The thick Blue Silver Grass vines snapped one after another like brittle branches under the Vigorous Vajra Palm.
Fragments of Blue Silver Grass flew everywhere.
Third Soul Skill: Gravity Increase!
The third soul ring on Zhao Wuji's body lit up with a deep purple light.
Buzz—!
Centered on Zhao Wuji, the gravity within a hundred-meter radius instantly increased fivefold!
"Ugh!"
Xiao Wu felt her body sink heavily, her legs turning as heavy as lead. Her movements slowed by several beats in an instant.
Dai Mubai had it even worse. His body weight was the greatest, so he was affected the most.
Every step became incomparably difficult, veins bulging on his forehead.
Zhu Zhuqing was the fastest among them, but the enhanced gravity affected her just as clearly.
Her originally ghost-like footwork now became sluggish and clumsy.
The rhythm of the three attacks was completely disrupted.
With the annoying harassment dealt with, Zhao Wuji could finally focus on Lin Qingmo.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of vines and locking onto Lin Qingmo beneath the Blue Silver Spirit Tree.
A ferocious grin spread across his face.
"Kid, your Blue Silver Grass is indeed very troublesome."
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji strode toward Lin Qingmo with heavy steps.
Wherever he passed, the vines were all shattered by the violent shockwaves.
"But this ends here!"
He raised his palm, aiming it at the towering Blue Silver Spirit Tree over thirty meters tall.
As long as he destroyed this tree, the effectiveness of Lin Qingmo's soul skills would be reduced by at least half!
But just as he was about to strike—
Crash—!
Countless Blue Silver Grass vines surged in from all directions once again—this time even more numerous, denser, and crazier than before!
Like a tsunami, they pounced toward Zhao Wuji, trying to drown him completely.
And from deep within the sea of vines, Lin Qingmo's voice drifted over calmly.
"Teacher Zhao, don't rush."
It carried a hint of amusement—and provocation.
"This is barely the beginning. The real battle is only just starting."
Seeing the Blue Silver vines flooding in from all sides, Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched.
This was just too damn annoying!
Endless. Absolutely endless!
"Kid, do you think this is enough to trap me?"
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly as the fourth soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.
Purple light flowed along the soul ring, emitting an eerie aura.
Fourth Soul Skill: Position Trace!
He raised his right hand and pointed with his index finger toward the distance.
Whoosh!
A faint golden mark shot out from Zhao Wuji's fingertip, fast as lightning!
Before anyone could react, the mark had already landed squarely on the person farthest back—
Ning Rongrong.
"Huh? This is…?"
Ning Rongrong looked down at her chest, where a golden mark had appeared.
She blinked, her face filled with confusion.
"W–What is this?"
Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty and unease, as if she'd been locked onto by some terrifying presence.
Zhao Wuji grinned, the smile especially ferocious.
"Little girl, blame it on the fact that you're a support-type soul master!"
He licked his lips, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.
"I'll give you a lesson today—rule number one of team battles: eliminate the support first, especially a top-tier support like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
The instant his words fell, the muscles in Zhao Wuji's legs tensed explosively!
Boom!
The ground caved in under his step as his entire body shot into the air like a cannonball!
And the moment he leapt—
The golden mark on Ning Rongrong's body suddenly burst out with blinding light!
"What?!"
Ning Rongrong cried out in alarm, feeling as though her body had been forcibly tugged by something unseen.
Then something even more terrifying happened.
Zhao Wuji, who had still been dozens of meters away, suddenly blurred!
In the next instant—
He appeared less than three meters in front of Ning Rongrong!
"The effect of Position Trace—instant distance closing within a hundred meters!"
Zhao Wuji's voice sounded beside her ear, filled with smug delight.
"Sorry, little girl. You'll have to step off the field and rest first!"
He raised his massive bear palm and struck toward Ning Rongrong with restrained force.
The wind from the Vigorous Vajra Palm sent Ning Rongrong's long hair whipping wildly.
"Ah!"
Her face went deathly pale as she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.
Only one thought echoed in her mind—
It's over.
With this strike, she would definitely be seriously injured and forced out of the fight!
How could a support-type soul master's body withstand a Soul Saint's attack?
Even if Zhao Wuji held back, it would still be impossible!
Yet the expected pain never arrived.
Instead, a heavy, muffled collision rang out!
Bang!
A shockwave exploded outward, kicking up clouds of dust!
Ning Rongrong, who hadn't been sent flying, froze in confusion.
Not… painful?
She cautiously opened one eye.
Then she froze.
A blue figure stood firmly in front of her, blocking everything.
It was Lin Qingmo!
The youth clenched one fist and forcibly caught Zhao Wuji's Vigorous Vajra Palm head-on!
At the point where fist and palm collided, visible ripples of compressed air spread outward in rings, and the terrifying aftershock continued to churn.
"H–How is this possible?!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes went wide, the smugness on his face instantly replaced by shock.
This palm strike—though restrained—still carried power at the Soul King level!
And Lin Qingmo, a control-type soul master, actually blocked it with his bare fist?
A direct, head-on clash?!
He admitted that Lin Qingmo's soul skill effects were outrageous and that his absolute control over Blue Silver Grass was terrifying.
But a control-type was still a control-type.
They shouldn't possess the physical strength of a power attack-type soul master.
So what was this supposed to mean?!
"Teacher Zhao."
Lin Qingmo raised his head, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not an ordinary control-type soul master."
He suddenly exerted force with his arm, pushing Zhao Wuji's bear palm back several centimeters.
"I may be walking the control-type path, but I've always had a dream of becoming a power attack-type. So over the years, I've never once slacked off in training my body."
As he spoke, the muscle lines on Lin Qingmo's arm became clearly visible.
Not exaggerated bulges, but refined, balanced muscles packed with explosive power.
Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched twice.
"Training your body… to reach this level?"
Inside, he was screaming: Who are you trying to fool?!
This physical strength was at least comparable to that of a power attack-type Soul King!
A normal Soul Elder could train themselves to death and still never reach this level.
There was absolutely something wrong with this kid!
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End of Chapter