stonecrandall Chapter 10 Teasing Zhao Wuji, When the Japanese...
Chapter 10 Teasing Zhao Wuji, When the Japanese...
As soon as he finished speaking, a low laugh came from the pit.
"Hehe...hehehehe..."
Zhao Wuji slowly got up, dusted himself off, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Kid..." He stared at Ye Chen, his eyes blazing with real fury, "You've successfully angered me."
The seven spirit rings spun wildly beneath his feet, their two yellow, two purple, and three black lights illuminating the entire training ground.
The Soul Saint's aura erupted in full force, making the air heavy, and the people on the sidelines were so overwhelmed by this aura that they could hardly breathe.
Ye Chen's heart tightened.
Oh no, we've messed up.
But he glanced at Xiang on the sidelines out of the corner of his eye.
There's only a tiny bit left, about the length of a little finger.
He took a deep breath and steadied himself. Just a little longer...
Zhao Wuji walked out of the pit, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with each step.
"I'll show you the consequences of angering a Soul Saint."
Ye Chen took a step back, his mind racing with calculations.
A direct confrontation?
Impossible. The side effects of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation have already begun to appear; his meridians are aching all over, and his soul power is almost depleted.
Then...
He suddenly pointed at Xiang on the sidelines and shouted with a serious expression:
"Wait! The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is up!"
Zhao Wuji subconsciously turned his head to look.
The incense is still burning, just a little bit short.
"Not here yet!" Zhao Wuji roared.
But the instant he turned his head, Ye Chen pushed with both hands, and golden light burst forth from his face!
"White Tiger Bewitching Beam!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes glazed over for a moment again.
Although it was only for a moment, Ye Chen had already taken the opportunity to retreat more than ten steps, creating distance between them.
"You dare to play me?"
Zhao Wuji snapped out of his daze, his anger intensifying, veins bulging on his forehead.
He raised his right hand, and the golden light of the Vajra Palm condensed once more, this time with even greater power than before. Clearly, Zhao Wuji did not want to give Ye Chen any more chances.
Ye Chen pointed to the incense again.
"Teacher Zhao, we've really arrived this time! Look!"
Zhao Wuji hesitated for half a second.
His gaze swept back and forth between Ye Chen and Xiang.
It hasn't arrived yet.
"You brat!!!" Zhao Wuji roared in fury, his palm strike about to strike, "If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'm not worthy of the title Immovable King!"
Ye Chen did not use the charm effect again; using the same move a third time would be suicide.
He took a deep breath and made a move that no one expected.
A sliding tackle.
He slid between Zhao Wuji's legs, hooking one foot around Zhao Wuji's ankle while pushing off with the other foot at the back of Zhao Wuji's knee.
"Thump!"
Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, Immovable King, and a seventh-ring expert, was tackled by a sliding tackle.
He fell forward, face down, and crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The entire venue fell silent once again.
Dai Mubai covered his face, his expression of utter despair peeking through his fingers: "This even works?!"
Ning Rongrong laughed so hard she bent over, tears streaming down her face: "Hahahaha, Teacher Zhao got tackled! A sliding tackle!"
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but twitch her lips.
Xiao Wu clapped excitedly: "Slide tackle!"
Tang San's lips twitched and his eyes twitched.
This move is not found in the Tang Clan's movement techniques.
Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, completely stunned.
He lived for over forty years, fought countless battles, and rose from a Soul Warrior to a Soul Saint. He was defeated by powerful opponents, besieged and trapped, and ambushed.
But it has never been knocked down by a sliding tackle.
there has never been.
He gritted his teeth and got up, his face covered in dust and blood from his mouth, looking utterly pathetic. "I'm going to hang you up in front of Shrek Academy as a warning!"
Ye Chen pointed to the incense again.
"Teacher Zhao, we've really arrived this time."
"I absolutely do not believe you this time!" Zhao Wuji roared, his voice shaking the walls of the training ground.
But at that moment, the five people on the sidelines shouted in unison:
"Teacher Zhao, we've really arrived!!!"
Five people, five voices, speaking in unison.
Zhao Wuji was startled and suddenly turned his head to look.
The incense has burned out.
The last wisp of smoke dissipated into the air.
The time has truly come.
Zhao Wuji stood there dumbfounded, his right hand still raised in mid-air, half of the golden light condensed and half of the palm force gathered. He was caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure whether to attack or not.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen gave an innocent smile, his golden-pink double pupils filled with sincerity:
"Teacher Zhao, I told you, we've really arrived."
Zhao Wuji remained silent for three seconds.
Five seconds.
ten seconds.
Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his martial soul. One by one, the seven soul rings disappeared, and the oppressive aura receded like the tide.
He looked at the devastated playground.
"You guys..." Zhao Wuji remained silent for a long time before finally sighing helplessly, "You've passed."
"yeah!!!"
……
Tang San walked over and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder: "Brother Chen, you're awesome."
Ye Chen gave a wry smile.
The side effects of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation came like a tidal wave. His meridians felt like they were being pricked with needles, his soul power was almost exhausted, his legs went weak, and his vision blurred.
His legs went weak and he almost fell.
Xiao Wu rushed to his side and caught him, saying, "Brother Chen!"
Ye Chen leaned against Xiao Wu and said weakly, "I'm fine... just a little weak."
Xiao Wu blushed, but held on even tighter.
Zhao Wuji shook his head helplessly at the scene, muttering, "I've been fighting for so many years, and this is the first time I've been outmaneuvered like this by a Grand Soul Master. Slide tackle...where did this kid learn that dirty trick?"
He looked at Dai Mubai: "Mubai, take them to arrange their dormitories."
Dai Mubai got up from the ground and nodded.
He glanced back at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen, supported by Xiao Wu, chatted and laughed, without even glancing at Dai Mubai.
A strange sense of loss welled up in Dai Mubai's heart.
This guy... he was so enthusiastic towards me before, touching and hugging me, but now he won't even give me a second glance?
He shook his head, suppressing the strange thought.
On the way, Dai Mubai explained the dormitory assignments:
"Tang San, you'll be in the same room as Oscar. Oscar was a student who enrolled earlier; he has a food-type martial soul, and he's a pretty good guy."
Tang San nodded.
"Ye Chen, you'll have a room to yourself." Dai Mubai glanced at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow; this was an unexpected delight.
"Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong share a room," Dai Mubai continued.
"Yay!" Ning Rongrong took Xiao Wu's arm.
"Little Wu, please take care of me from now on!"
Xiao Wu smiled, but her gaze kept drifting towards Ye Chen.
"Zhu Zhuqing, you'll have a room to yourself." Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing, his tone unconsciously becoming more cautious.
Zhu Zhuqing gave a curt "hmm" and said nothing more.
Night was falling.
The dormitories at Shrek Academy were simple but clean.
Ye Chen lay in his own room, moonlight streaming in through the window and illuminating his pale face.
A soft knock came from the door.
"Brother Chen, are you asleep?" It was Xiao Wu's voice.
"not yet."
The door was pushed open a crack, and Xiao Wu's head peeked in. Her long hair hung down her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"Ning Rongrong is asleep, but I can't sleep."
She whispered, "May I come in?"
Xiao Wu slipped in, gently closed the door, and then naturally crawled into Ye Chen's bed, snuggling into his arms, feeling slippery and soft.