Dai Mubai continued to introduce Zhao Wuji's strength.
"Teacher Zhao's martial soul is the Mighty Vajra Bear, and his attack power is extremely strong."
"He has no flaws all over his body, and his defense is extremely terrifying. Even battle soul masters of the same level as him find it very difficult to break through his defense."
"He has the nickname 'Immovable Ming King' in the academy..."
At this time, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
"He's actually Immovable Ming King Zhao Wuji!"
"Ten years ago, the Spirit Hall sent sixteen bishops to besiege him, but he managed to break through."
"The bishops of the Spirit Hall are all at least level - 60 Soul Emperor powerhouses."
The air froze instantly.
For a moment, everyone except Chen Feng was stunned.
Soul Saint!
Battle Soul Master!
He could escape from the siege of more than a dozen Soul Emperors ten years ago!
Is this the opponent they are going to face?
"Don't worry. Teacher Zhao won't go all out."
"He could face the siege of sixteen Soul Emperors without being defeated. What difficulty would there be in dealing with a hundred level - 30 soul masters?"
"So I guess he should only use soul power around level 40 to 45."
"However, you can't be too careless."
"With level - 45 soul power and level - 76 combat awareness, it's very easy to defeat you within the time it takes to burn an incense stick."
"In normal sparring, if Teacher Zhao uses level - 45 soul power, I can't even withstand two waves of his attacks."
Tang San listened to Dai Mubai's words and felt his scalp tingle.
[Ding, it is detected that Tang San has a scared emotion, emotion value + 100]
Forty - five and twenty - nine, there's a full sixteen - level difference.
He quickly calculated in his mind: 29 - 16 = 13.
If there were ten of him at level 13 trying to deal with a level - 29 great soul master, it was estimated that they wouldn't be enough even combined.
(In fact, in the original work, the strength Zhao Wuji showed during the test was less than level 40.
Later, in the Great Soul Arena, the "Three - Five Combination" fought against the "Iron - Blood Brothers" who were in their twenties, and the battle was evenly matched.
They even almost suffered a loss.
This makes people wonder if Zhao Wuji, when not going all out, really only has a level of less than 30?
And later, in the million - word story when it came to the Soul Master Competition, with all kinds of upgraded immortal herbs and soul bones, the opponent Hu Liena was only level 54.)
The incense was about to burn out.
"Have you discussed it yet?"
Zhao Wuji's loud voice came.
As the words fell, another incense stick appeared in his hand, and he lit it.
"The seven treasures turn out to be glazed."
The colorful lights all over the sky were like bright stars, and Ning Rongrong's soul rings shone with dazzling light.
With the release of her soul skill, the prelude to the battle began.
"Xiao Wu, go!"
Xiao Wu leaped up lightly. Her toes gently touched the palm of Tang San's hand.
With the help of Tang San's pushing force, her body was like an arrow leaving the bow, drawing an elegant arc and rushing straight towards Zhao Wuji.
Regarding Xiao Wu's surprise attack, Zhao Wuji's expression was leisurely.
His hands were easily placed behind his back, and a playful smile appeared on his face. He completely looked like he was allowing Xiao Wu to attack.
Xiao Wu's body curled up like a nimble leopard, and then the moment she got close to Zhao Wuji, she suddenly stretched out.
She had completed the preparation for martial soul possession in the air. Her feet were like scissors, accurately stepping towards Zhao Wuji's shoulders.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two dull sounds almost exploded in the air at the same time.
Xiao Wu's feet landed steadily on Zhao Wuji's shoulders.
Dust flew everywhere, but Zhao Wuji didn't move at all, as solid as a huge rock.
He grinned and said, "It doesn't seem to have much strength, little girl."
Tang San's brows furrowed tightly, and a sense of shock welled up in his heart.
Xiao Wu's attack was a killing move that they had coordinated for a long time. Usually, it was enough to uproot a hard small tree.
However, such an attack on Zhao Wuji's shoulders seemed like a light catkin, not causing the slightest harm.
Feeling frustrated, he thought to himself:
"I don't believe that my soul skills can't do anything to you."
Just at this moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a great binding force spreading all over his body, like invisible chains, making his movements sluggish.
His gaze quickly dropped, and he saw the twisted and curved blue vines. It was the terrifying power of Tang San's soul skill - the Blue Silver Emperor at work.
The ground seemed to crack into countless tiny crevices in an instant. Countless Blue Silver Emperor vines quietly emerged from the soil and grew wildly.
Their barbed tentacles shone with a fierce cold light, tightly entangled Zhao Wuji. The toxin quietly invaded Zhao Wuji's blood vessels along the barbs of the vines and spread.
At the same time, the vines were still growing wildly underground, trying to lift Zhao Wuji's whole body up, attempting to make him lose control of the ground.
However, Zhao Wuji's feet seemed to have taken root, nailed to the ground like a rock.
Tang San's move would undoubtedly be fatal to an ordinary person, but to him, it was like a slight itch, hardly able to shake him at all.
If Zhao Wuji was only using level - 35 soul power, he might have left the ground. But now that he was using level - 45 soul power, Tang San's soul skill had little effect on him.
Zhao Wuji's face suddenly changed.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
A series of sharp and rapid sounds, dense and continuous, came from behind Zhao Wuji.
It was Zhu Zhuqing's attack.
Her figure was like a swallow in a secluded valley, light and graceful, coming and going without a trace.
Every strike of Zhu Zhuqing seemed to be carefully calculated. Her claw shadows were swift and fierce, approaching quietly and accurately pointing at Zhao Wuji's weak points.
Facing such an offensive, Zhao Wuji had to activate his martial soul for defense.
"Roar!"
Zhao Wuji let out a beast - like roar, as if he was going to shatter the surrounding air.
His body underwent a drastic change in an instant. His already chiseled muscles became even more terrifying at this moment, swelling to the extreme.
His height suddenly increased by one meter, directly turning him into a giant.
Seven gorgeous soul rings emerged along with the change of his body.
Two yellow, two purple, three black, an extremely terrifying combination!
After possessing the martial soul, Zhao Wuji transformed into the Immovable Ming King on the battlefield.
Zhu Zhuqing's claw shadows raged around his body, as if they were going to cut the air into countless pieces, and with a shrill scream, they streak Zhao Wuji's body.
Although her cat claws were extremely sharp and could tear through hard stones, they seemed to lose their former edge in the face of Zhao Wuji's muscles, which were as solid as steel.
"Little ones, this kind of attack isn't enough."
Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, although his smile was a bit creepy.
"Xiao Wu, Meteor Hammer Kick."
A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he gave a low shout.
As soon as the words fell, their tacit cooperation unfolded instantly.
Xiao Wu's toes gently tapped Tang San's shoulder, and her body soared into the air. Her legs crossed and tensed.
Her body turned into a swift meteor in the air, rushing towards Zhao Wuji's head with a sharp howl of wind.
At the same time, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass stretched out quickly like a flexible snake. They were like living tentacles, wriggling towards Zhao Wuji from various unpredictable angles, aiming to completely restrict his movements.
Zhu Zhuqing was not to be outdone. Her figure suddenly accelerated, silently.
She soared into the air, and her whole body, wrapped in soul power, curled up into a ball. With a speed that was almost imperceptible to the human eye, she spun towards Zhao Wuji.
The air seemed to freeze instantly, and the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense.
The next moment, a deafening impact sound erupted.
Xiao Wu's legs, like a hammer head, slammed hard onto the top of Zhao Wuji's head.
And Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Hundred Claws, with the cold and icy breath of death, tore at Zhao Wuji's back.
The onlookers couldn't help but wonder whether this attack could break through Zhao Wuji's defense?