Zhao Wuji was only concerned with one thing right now: Shrek Academy was about to rise, and he had to keep these monsters here no matter what! However, before that, he figured he'd have a bit of fun, just to establish his authority as their teacher.
Seeing them all release their spirits, Zhao Wuji sprang into action, squatting down with both fists smashing toward the ground.
"Not good! Su Ming, protect Ning Rongrong!" Tang San shouted urgently.
Su Ming already anticipated Zhao Wuji's plan. He wanted to take out Ning Rongrong first to break the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile's support effect. But no chance! Su Ming quickly wrapped a branch around Ning Rongrong's waist, pulling her up with him to evade Zhao Wuji's attack.
Seeing that Ning Rongrong was well-protected, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief. Without the need to worry about her, he could focus entirely on his attacks.
With a low shout, Tang San commanded, "Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, let's go!"
Attacking was the best defense. They needed to keep Zhao Wuji on the defensive, preventing him from using his full strength.
Zhao Wuji grinned when his first attack missed. Their reactions were indeed sharp—seems they were no pushovers.
As Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing charged toward him, Zhao Wuji didn't flinch. He clasped his hands behind his back, acting as if he was inviting them to attack.
Naturally, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't pass up the opportunity. They didn't believe Zhao Wuji's defenses could completely withstand their attacks without using any soul skills.
Xiao Wu instantly teleported behind him, landing precisely on his shoulders and delivering a flurry of kicks to both sides of his neck.
Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing seized the opportunity from the side. "First soul skill: Ghost Shadow Strike! Second soul skill: Hundred Claws!"
She targeted Zhao Wuji's waist, launching dozens of quick strikes in the same spot.
But Zhao Wuji didn't even budge, grinning. "You two don't seem to have much strength, huh!"
Though he spoke dismissively, Xiao Wu's relentless kicks did make him feel something, and each kick seemed to get stronger. Not bad!
As for Zhu Zhuqing's strikes, her attacks felt as ineffective as scratching an itch. Being an agility-type, her attacks were fast but lacked power. Given the disparity in their abilities, he couldn't blame her.
Xiao Wu snorted, "Not enough power? Then let me show you what real power looks like!"
"Brother!"
Su Ming smiled knowingly. The fourth spirit ring beneath him lit up. "Fourth Soul Skill: Withered Tree in Spring!"
Two beams of energy enveloped Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. Instantly, both felt a surge of vitality, as if their power had increased by fifty percent!
The vitality energy not only healed but also energized their bodies, similar to Oscar's Exciting Pink Sausage—but Su Ming's ability was even stronger!
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance and attacked again.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji watched with interest, curious about the effects of Su Ming's fourth soul skill. Was Su Ming actually a support-type soul master?
Xiao Wu took to the air once more, aiming not at Zhao Wuji's neck this time, but his head. Zhu Zhuqing, understanding Xiao Wu's plan, launched her first soul skill again, targeting Zhao Wuji's temples.
Whether Zhao Wuji would dodge or not depended on Tang San's control.
Tang San, seeing how extreme Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's attack positions were, feared Zhao Wuji might not stand still like before.
"Su Ming, let's control Teacher Zhao together!" Tang San shouted.
"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Bind!"
Knowing that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass alone couldn't restrain Zhao Wuji, Su Ming acted as well.
"Wood Release: Great Tree Bind!"
Zhao Wuji, realizing the severity of Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's attacks, prepared to dodge. But before he could move, he felt his body tighten. The sharp Blue Silver Grass had wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly, with its paralytic toxin subtly seeping in.
Then, Zhao Wuji noticed something even more surprising—Su Ming had used a control-type soul skill! Wasn't he supposed to be a support-type soul master?
He watched as a thick layer of sturdy vines wrapped over the Blue Silver Grass, creating an even tighter bind.
At that moment, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's attacks came as planned.
Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Zhao Wuji prepared to take the hit head-on. A soul power shield quietly appeared around him—he refused to believe he couldn't withstand the attack of two young girls.
Boom!
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's attacks landed on Zhao Wuji. Though they didn't really hurt him, given his formidable defense, he couldn't help but feel surprised. Compared to their previous strikes, the power of their attacks had increased significantly!
Could Su Ming's support skill be even stronger than the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile?
Zhao Wuji looked intently at Su Ming. What kind of monster was he? This kid had to be accepted into the academy!
Xiao Wu, noticing that their attacks didn't do much damage to Zhao Wuji, frowned. Breaking through his defense was turning out to be incredibly tough!
But she wasn't ready to give up.
"Brother, can your vines extend even longer? I'm going to use my ultimate move!"
Su Ming understood her plan immediately. It seemed Xiao Wu intended to use her Eight Stage Throw!
"Of course! Go for it!" he replied confidently.
Then, turning to Tang San, Su Ming said, "Tang San, let's hold down Teacher Zhao together. When you hear my signal, I'll say 'release,' and we'll both retract our soul skills so Xiao Wu can launch her strongest attack!"
Tang San knew exactly what move Xiao Wu planned to use. He still remembered it vividly and had no desire to experience the full version of her Eight Stage Throw again.
Xiao Wu snorted, "This time, I refuse to believe it won't work on you!"
"First Soul Skill: Waist Bow!"
She bent down and launched Zhao Wuji into the air with a powerful kick.
"Third Soul Skill: Teleportation!"
In an instant, Xiao Wu appeared right in front of Zhao Wuji and began her Eight Stage Throw.
With Tang San's Blue Silver Grass and Su Ming's vines tightly binding Zhao Wuji, she focused her attacks primarily on his head, determined to leave him looking like a swollen pig!
Under the repeated throws, Zhao Wuji was sent spinning through the air. At first, he barely felt the hits, but as the throws continued, each one grew heavier than the last!
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