"Roar ——"
Zhao Wuji was like a provoked giant beast, and his angry roar reverberated all around.
His fists clenched tightly, and the pressure of a seven - ringed soul master was fully unleashed.
That astonishing pressure spread out with his roar.
His first soul ring was like the dawn before daybreak, suddenly bursting out with a dazzling golden halo, making the battlefield look like a golden ocean in the sunlight.
Powerful soul power burst out from his body, like a flood breaking through a dyke. The magnificent golden light instantly overwhelmed Zhu Zhuqing's offensive.
Her Nether Hundred Claws seemed vulnerable in the face of Zhao Wuji's vast soul power and was mercilessly defeated.
Zhu Zhuqing was sent flying backwards, drawing a beautiful but sad arc in the air.
Fortunately, Chen Feng was quick - eyed and quick - handed. His figure flashed nimbly in the air, and he caught her firmly.
Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly, and she found a moment of peace on Chen Feng's broad chest.
However, Ning Rongrong wasn't so lucky.
Although she was at a safe distance from the center of the battle, the shockwave released by Zhao Wuji still swept over like a wild beast, mercilessly knocking her flying.
Gu Long wanted to rescue her, but unfortunately, he was too close to Zhao Wuji and had no time.
Her body drew an unwilling trajectory in the air and finally landed in a sorry state. Dust and disappointment surrounded her.
It hurts so much!
Ning Rongrong struggled to stand up from the ground and patted the dust off her body.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing being gently held in Chen Feng's arms, Ning Rongrong felt as if her heart was being licked by flames, and the flames burned more and more fiercely under the instigation of jealousy.
Zhu Zhuqing's subtle expression, with a look of shyness and dependence, stabbed Ning Rongrong's eyes.
An indescribable emotion welled up in Ning Rongrong's heart. She glared at Zhu Zhuqing, and the bitterness and envy were like vines twining around her heart.
This woman actually behaved like that in front of Chen Feng.
It really makes me so angry.
Why isn't it me in Chen Feng's arms!
[Ding, it is detected that Ning Rongrong has emotions of jealousy + anger, emotion value + 200]
"Gu Long, you useless thing!"
Ning Rongrong had nowhere to vent her anger, so she could only take it out on Gu Long.
Gu Long hung his head in dejection and dared not speak.
Xiao Wu's situation wasn't optimistic either.
Although her attack was accurate, Zhao Wuji was like a towering mountain, standing firmly without moving.
On the contrary, at the moment of her attack, an irresistible shock force came like waves, making her figure fly backwards involuntarily.
Tang San's eyes fell on Zhao Wuji, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
"Is this the real strength of a Soul Saint?"
The corner of his mouth curled into a self - deprecating bitter smile. With just the power of the first soul ring, Zhao Wuji could easily suppress the combined efforts of the four of them.
[Ding, it is detected that Tang San has a pessimistic emotion, emotion value + 100]
Just then, Zhao Wuji's movement suddenly sped up. It seemed that with just a gentle step, he instantly arrived in front of Tang San.
His huge palm, as big as a mountain, was raised high and then slapped down hard towards Tang San.
Xiao Wu's eyes turned blood - red at this moment. Her gaze was fixed firmly on Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji only felt a sudden dizziness. Startled, the slap he was about to deliver naturally became slower, and his soul power was also greatly weakened. Golden light burst out from his eyes. "Good, there's actually a confusing - type soul skill."
The red light in Xiao Wu's eyes met the golden light in Zhao Wuji's eyes. Without even making a sound, she fainted directly into Tang San's arms, and blood spilled from her nose and mouth.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu." Tang San called out anxiously several times.
Zhao Wuji didn't pursue the attack again. He stood there and said, "She's fine. Although the effect of the confusing - type soul skill is good, the gap between her soul power and mine is too large, so she suffered a backlash from her own soul power. Let her sleep for a night, and she'll recover when she wakes up tomorrow."
After handing Xiao Wu over to Ning Rongrong to take care of, Tang San turned around and walked step by step towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji was taken aback. "What, do you still want to continue?"
"Yeah." Tang San nodded.
The battle broke out again. Tang San used all kinds of insidious hidden weapons.
It forced Zhao Wuji to use two soul skills to block them.
However, when Tang San used up all his moves and the final hammer strike came towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji just waved his hand gently, and with a more massive soul power, almost like a monstrous wave, he easily defused Tang San's full - force attack.
Tang San's figure was like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc in the air and slamming heavily to the ground.
Amidst the billowing dust, he painfully coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood bloomed into blood - colored flowers on the ground, as if heralding his struggle and powerlessness.
Zhao Wuji's voice, like an aloof bystander from the heavens, faintly echoed in Tang San's ears:
"You're Tang San, right? You have some skills. If I were only using level - 35 soul power, I'm afraid I'd suffer a great loss at your hands."
"But now that I'm using level - 45 soul power, you're still a bit lacking in strength."
Tang San curled up in pain on the ground, his face paler than snow. Blood silently spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining a patch of dust red.
His heart was filled with a sense of unwillingness, but he was powerless to refute.
He had made a flurry of moves, but only half of the time for burning an incense stick had passed.
Tang San smiled bitterly in his heart. The gap between him and a high - level soul master was really huge.
And even his proud hidden weapons didn't seem to gain him much advantage against Teacher Zhao.
[Ding, it is detected that Tang San has a depressed emotion, emotion value + 100]
"Chen Feng, now you're the only one left." Zhao Wuji said.
A hint of cunning flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. He secretly winked at Zhao Wuji, as if reminding him: This Chen Feng is no ordinary new student.
"Little Dai, what are you winking for? You just want to say that this kid Chen Feng is really awesome."
"I know. He slapped you flying with one move in Soto City yesterday."
"He has remarkable strength. Don't worry, I'll take him seriously."
Zhao Wuji said impatiently.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked. The atmosphere on the training ground seemed to become even more solemn.
A flash of understanding passed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. She had been prepared in her heart.
However, the others all showed expressions of disbelief.
They kept repeating Zhao Wuji's words in their minds. Was Chen Feng's strength really so unfathomable?
Before even enrolling, he defeated a level - 37 old student. Could a new student do this?
It was incredible!
Li Yusong, a teacher who had long been used to all kinds of situations, couldn't help but be amazed at this moment.
He had originally thought that Chen Feng could at most be evenly matched with Dai Mubai, but he didn't expect Chen Feng to win.
Judging from Zhao Wuji's casual tone, it seemed that Chen Feng's victory was rather easy.
This made the surprise in Li Yusong's heart even deeper.
At this moment, Tang San deeply regretted it.
If he had known that Chen Feng was so strong, he shouldn't have said those words to Chen Feng.
Now, it was his turn to make a fool of himself.
If Chen Feng could hold off Teacher Zhao alone later, he would lose even more face.
Alas, it's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world.
[Ding, it is detected that Tang San has a regretful emotion, emotion value + 150]