PS: I will increase my updates to three since the gap to the advanced chapters keeps increasing.
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"Seven Treasures: Strength!" Ning Rongrong, seeing the situation, decisively withdrew all her soul power that had been supporting others and focused entirely on assisting Tang San.
"Hehe, not bad. Even when faced with my ten-thousand-year soul skill, they refuse to give up. These little monsters have remarkable perseverance," Zhao Wuji thought to himself with a nod of approval.
Because Ning Rongrong was far more capable than in the original story, this battle had already veered off its expected course. Just from the performance of these four at this moment, Zhao Wuji was already satisfied. Initially, he had only planned to use his first four soul skills. However, now he had to resort to his fifth soul skill to barely suppress them. Frankly, there was no need to hold on for the duration of a single stick of incense; the children had already won.
However, as a Soul Sage, Zhao Wuji also had his pride. Since he had already used a ten-thousand-year soul skill, losing now would be too embarrassing. How could he show his face at the academy afterward?
"Gravity Crush!" Zhao Wuji shouted, unleashing even stronger soul power.
At this moment, Tang San could no longer hold on, and all four of them were drawn toward Zhao Wuji. The strength of a Seven-Ring Soul Sage was indeed incomparable to that of a mere Soul Grandmaster. At the start, Zhao Wuji likely hadn't even used 20% of his power. Even now, he wasn't exceeding 40%.
"Mighty Vajra Palm!" Zhao Wuji raised his massive palms, preparing to send them all flying.
"It's over! No, I can't let it end like this," Tang San thought, unwilling to admit defeat. He was preparing to use more hidden weapons, even his Clear Sky Hammer. Just at that moment, however, Ning Rongrong's figure suddenly disappeared.
This caught Tang San off guard for a moment, and he decided not to use his trump cards. Although Zhao Wuji's Mighty Vajra Palm successfully knocked out Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, it completely missed Ning Rongrong.
"Teacher Zhao, the time for a stick of incense has passed, and I'm still standing. Does this mean we've passed the assessment?" Ning Rongrong strolled forward leisurely, a smile on her face.
Unexpectedly, in the end, the one unscathed from the battle was her, a support-type soul master. This was thanks to the various ultimate techniques her Sword Brother had taught her, as well as the soul bone he had helped her acquire.
"Hmm, you've passed," Zhao Wuji admitted straightforwardly. Although he was a bit annoyed, a loss was a loss, and he accepted it. However, there was something he needed to confirm. "Earlier, the one I absorbed was just your clone, wasn't it? But logically, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda doesn't have clone-related soul skills. Does this mean you have a soul bone?"
Ning Rongrong nodded. Since she had already used the skill, there was no way to hide it. "Yes, I possess a Purple Crystal Spirit Cat Right Leg Bone. It grants me the clone skill of the Purple Crystal Spirit Cat."
"Not bad. A clone can greatly increase the survival rate of a support-type soul master like you on the battlefield. Moreover, you've also mastered such an extraordinary movement technique," Zhao Wuji said with satisfaction. "Then I announce that the four of you little monsters are officially new students of Shrek Academy!"
After speaking, Zhao Wuji prepared to leave. Having used a ten-thousand-year soul skill and still lost, he felt utterly humiliated. All he wanted now was to hide under a blanket and avoid everyone.
"Teacher Zhao, wait. You've just been injured by my Dragon Beard Needle. This needle requires a special method to remove; otherwise, you'd have to completely cut off the affected flesh," Tang San said as he approached Zhao Wuji and used his Mysterious Jade Hand to extract the Dragon Beard Needle from his body.
Zhao Wuji nodded at Tang San before leaving without another word.
Not long after, Dai Mubai brought Oscar over. Oscar's sausages were excellent for healing and restoring soul power. Unfortunately, his soul incantation was so vulgar that Ning Rongrong and the other girls would rather recover slowly than try it.
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As night fell, the entire Shrek Academy grew quiet. The day's entrance exams had come to an end. Unfortunately, apart from Ning Rongrong's group of four, no other applicants had successfully enrolled. Even those who made it to the fourth round couldn't last more than one or two moves against Dai Mubai.
Nevertheless, this was already the most students Shrek Academy had admitted in years.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji sat alone in his room, feeling a bit frustrated. As the vice dean, he naturally had his quarters.
He hadn't expected that what started as a casual desire to stretch his muscles would end up with him losing face, unable to defeat a few children.
At the same time, he had grown deeply impressed with the four of them, especially Tang San and Ning Rongrong. Although Tang San's martial soul was weak, his combat awareness was exceptional, and his talent surpassed even Dai Mubai's. He was destined to become a great figure in the future.
As for Ning Rongrong, the phrase "born with a silver spoon" couldn't be more fitting. Not only did she possess the strongest support-type tool martial soul, but she also had mastered Heart Separation Control, sensory techniques, and enigmatic movement skills. On top of that, she already owned a ten-thousand-year soul bone despite her young age. She was practically the prototype of the future continent's number-one support-type soul master.
Clenching his right fist and pounding it into his left palm, Zhao Wuji sighed helplessly. "Bad luck for me, running into such a group of little monsters. It seems I'll have to train them properly in the future. Jade must be polished to become a gem." A mischievous smile crept across his face as he said this.
"Zhao Wuji." Just as Zhao Wuji was contemplating how to refine these little monsters, two voices suddenly called his name in unison from behind him.
As a Level 76 Soul Sage, Zhao Wuji was a high-ranking figure in the soul master world. Within a hundred meters, even the sound of falling leaves couldn't escape his ears.
Yet at this moment, he hadn't sensed anyone nearby, but the voices rang directly in his ears as if spoken right beside him. This level of power immediately made Zhao Wuji wary.
"Who's there!" Zhao Wuji stood up, his eyes cold. In his years as a wandering soul master, he had made many enemies. He couldn't help but suspect that someone had come seeking revenge.
"Come out!" Two faint yet oppressive auras locked onto Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji instantly gathered his soul power and leaped out of the window, heading toward the source of the voices.
"Show yourselves. I know you're here," Zhao Wuji said cautiously, immediately activating his martial soul. Seven soul rings revolved around his body, their radiant colors dazzling in the dark.
"Hmph, a Seven-Ring Soul Sage. Who would've thought that the famous Unmoving Ming King, who vanished from the soul master world years ago, would be hiding in a small academy like Shrek," Yin Yang sneered as he suddenly appeared behind Zhao Wuji, startling him into a cold sweat.
The earlier voices were one thing, but now someone had appeared so close to him without him noticing. What kind of power did this person possess?
"Not bad. Let's spar with him. It's been a while since I've stretched my muscles!" Another figure appeared on a treetop in front of Zhao Wuji before he could react.