Chapter 61: Monster! A True Monster! The Rule-Breaking Zhao Wuji!
He cursed Lin Qingmo inwardly, calling him a monster.
Zhao Wuji tried to pull his hand back.
But at that very moment—
Rustle… rustle…
A faint sound came from beneath his feet.
He lowered his head—and his expression changed instantly.
At some unknown point, dense patches of Blue Silver Grass had already sprouted around Lin Qingmo's feet!
Like serpents, the Blue Silver Grass slithered up along Zhao Wuji's legs. In the blink of an eye, it wrapped around his arms!
And Lin Qingmo's fist was now completely encased in Blue Silver Grass.
Between the two of them, countless strands of Blue Silver Grass were tightly linked together, binding them as one.
"Y-You… when did you do this?!"
Zhao Wuji was both shocked and furious.
He hadn't noticed at all when Lin Qingmo had laid this trap of Blue Silver Grass!
"Just now—when we exchanged punches."
Lin Qingmo smiled innocently.
"Teacher Zhao, you were far too careless."
The moment his words fell—
Hualala!
The Blue Silver vines that had been motionless all around them suddenly surged again, wildly writhing.
This time, they didn't attack individually.
Instead, they formed a massive encirclement, rushing toward Zhao Wuji from all directions.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Wuji's face turned ashen.
He tried to break free, but his arms were bound tightly by the Blue Silver Grass.
With a violent pull, the extraordinarily resilient Blue Silver Grass merely deformed slightly—there wasn't the slightest sign of it breaking.
The toughness of this Blue Silver Grass was outrageously strong!
"He's trapped!"
Xiao Wu was the first to react, her eyes lighting up instantly.
"Hit him! Everyone, together!"
She dashed forward in a single step, her legs turning into blurs.
"Eight-Fold Kick—Combo!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Eight consecutive kicks landed on the exact same spot on Zhao Wuji's back.
The force stacked layer upon layer!
"Urgh!"
Zhao Wuji let out a muffled groan as intense pain exploded across his back.
Although it couldn't break his defenses, it hurt like hell!
"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"
Dai Mubai seized the opportunity, blasting a dazzling white beam from his mouth.
Chi!
The white light slammed into Zhao Wuji's chest, scorching a large patch of fur.
Zhu Zhuqing moved like a phantom, circling to Zhao Wuji's side. Her claws still targeted his joints with deadly precision.
"Hell Rush Stab!"
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Three flashes of cold light streaked past, leaving shallow white marks on Zhao Wuji's arm.
Though it still couldn't break his defense, the sensation of having his weak points constantly targeted made Zhao Wuji extremely uncomfortable.
What was most infuriating was that every time he tried to counterattack, Lin Qingmo forcibly restrained him with Blue Silver Grass!
And after landing a strike, Xiao Wu and the others immediately retreated, not giving him even the slightest chance to retaliate!
The same old tactic again!!!
"Ahhh! This is pissing me off!"
Zhao Wuji completely lost it.
Being treated like a punching bag by a bunch of kids—this was unbearably humiliating!
Who was he?
Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King!
A Soul Saint-level powerhouse!
When had he ever suffered this kind of humiliation?
"Roar!!!"
Zhao Wuji threw his head back and roared, the sound shaking the ground itself.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead.
"You forced my hand!"
As his words fell—
The fifth soul ring beneath Zhao Wuji's feet suddenly lit up—a black ten-thousand-year soul ring!
"Fifth Soul Skill—"
Zhao Wuji's voice turned low and hoarse, carrying terrifying pressure.
"Gravity Crush!"
Wooooong!!!
An invisible force field erupted outward from Zhao Wuji as its center, instantly engulfing the entire assessment arena.
Crack!
The Blue Silver Spirit Tree was the first to suffer.
Its thick trunk let out a strained groan as dense cracks spread across its surface!
Rip!
Under the terrifying gravitational pressure, the hundreds of Blue Silver vines surging toward Zhao Wuji lost all their momentum and were crushed into fragments!
Green sap splattered everywhere!
"!!!"
Lin Qingmo's expression changed drastically.
He felt his body suddenly become incomparably heavy, as though a massive mountain were pressing down on him!
Every inch of muscle, every bone in his body, let out a pained protest.
"Urgh…"
He let out a muffled groan and was forced to release Zhao Wuji's arm.
His feet sank deep into the ground, his knees bending slightly as he barely managed to stay standing.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Zhu Zhuqing had it even worse.
The three of them were pressed flat against the ground, unable to lift even their heads.
"Teacher… Teacher Zhao Wuji, you broke the rules!"
Ning Rongrong's voice rang out suddenly, filled with anger and accusation.
She struggled to raise her head and pointed at the fifth soul ring beneath Zhao Wuji's feet.
"You said you wouldn't use soul skills above ten thousand years! Your fifth soul ring is a ten-thousand-year soul ring—Gravity Crush is a ten-thousand-year soul skill!"
"!"
The air went silent for a second.
The fury on Zhao Wuji's face froze instantly.
He blinked, then lowered his head to look at the black soul ring beneath his feet.
"Uh…"
Awkward.
Extremely awkward!
He had been so enraged that he'd completely forgotten about that!
"Ahem…"
Zhao Wuji coughed dryly twice and hurriedly cut off his fifth soul skill.
The effects of Gravity Crush vanished instantly.
Only then did Xiao Wu and the others struggle to get back up, their faces pale as they gasped for breath.
Lin Qingmo also let out a breath of relief, moving his slightly numb body.
His gaze flickered.
As expected of a ten-thousand-year soul skill from a Soul Saint, it wasn't something he could withstand at his current level.
"Well, uh…"
Zhao Wuji scratched his head, his expression a bit unnatural.
"That was my mistake just now. I lost control for a moment."
He glanced at the incense burner nearby.
The incense inside had burned down to its final stub.
"Alright, alright."
Zhao Wuji waved his hand, his tone turning casual.
"The test is over. All of you pass."
In truth, he knew it very well.
Without using his fifth soul skill, it would have been almost impossible to take down these little brats within a single stick of incense.
And that was entirely because of Lin Qingmo.
His Blue Silver Grass was simply too troublesome.
Add Ning Rongrong's support and the coordination between Xiao Wu and the others… This lineup was genuinely disgusting to fight against.
Besides, he never intended to fail them in the first place—this was just a strength test.
Who would've thought that by the end of it, he'd be forced to use a ten-thousand-year soul skill himself?
Humiliating!
Upon hearing Zhao Wuji announce the result, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief.
Lin Qingmo tidied his disheveled clothes and turned to look at Ning Rongrong.
"Are you alright?"
His voice was gentle, filled with concern.
Ning Rongrong froze for a moment.
Looking at Lin Qingmo's face, a blush uncontrollably spread across her cheeks.
"I—I'm fine."
Her reply was so soft it was barely louder than a mosquito.
"Th-Thank you for saving me just now."
"You're my teammate. Protecting teammates is only natural."
Lin Qingmo smiled.
"Ah Qing!"
Xiao Wu rushed over like a gust of wind and grabbed Lin Qingmo's arm.
She puffed out her cheeks and glared at Zhao Wuji.
"Teacher Zhao was too mean! He actually broke the rules—he said he wouldn't use ten-thousand-year soul skills! What if Ah Qing got hurt?"
"..."
Zhao Wuji's old face flushed red as he pretended not to hear her.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing also walked over.
The looks they gave Lin Qingmo were unbelievably complex.
There was shock, admiration, and even a trace of… awe?
That battle had shown power from Lin Qingmo that far exceeded anything they had imagined.
"Monster…"
Dai Mubai muttered softly.
He had never seen Teacher Zhao, a Soul Saint, forced into such a corner—especially when facing a twelve-year-old Quasi Soul Ancestor who hadn't even absorbed his fourth soul ring yet.
"A true monster."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but her eyes said it all.
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