Douluo Continent: Invincible Physical Body, I Became a God with a Mortal Form

"Of course, I will suppress my cultivation and only use Soul Venerable level strength. I won't harm your lives, but you will inevitably suffer."

As soon as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, the atmosphere in the courtyard instantly became tense.

The people present had all heard of Zhao Wuji's reputation to some extent. The fearsome name of the Immovable King was not an exaggeration. Even with his cultivation suppressed, he was by no means an easy opponent.

Tang San raised his hand with a serious expression, gesturing for everyone to gather around. He lowered his voice and said, "Everyone, come over here and discuss our strategy. We must work together to survive until the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing all subconsciously took a few steps closer to Tang San, ready to hear the tactical instructions.

Only Wang Shuo stood still, his head slightly lowered and his eyes closed as he rapidly calculated in his mind.

He knew Tang San's plan very well: to use the Blue Silver Grass for control, Xiao Wu for close combat, Zhu Zhuqing for speed advantage to launch a surprise attack, and finally Ning Rongrong for support, all in a standard coordinated manner.

But he had his own plans. He not only wanted to pass this test, but also to show his talent and make Dai Mubai and Tang San truly take his existence seriously.

Seeing that Wang Shuo remained unmoved, Tang San frowned almost imperceptibly, but he didn't have time to dwell on it and quickly finished explaining his tactics.

The group nodded to each other and took their positions with solemn expressions.

"Are you ready?" Zhu Zhuqing asked Wang Shuo in a low voice.

She has never seen Wang Shuo use any soul skills, which makes it even harder for her to understand him; he is too mysterious.

Wang Shuo smiled and nodded, then stepped back and stood quietly in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Teacher Zhao, we're ready!"

The group found their positions and prepared to launch their attack.

Zhu Zhuqing slightly bowed, her soul power quietly circulating, her soul rings flashing as the Netherworld Cat possessed her, and she entered battle mode.

Xiao Wu lightly touched the ground with her toes, her movements graceful, ready to fight at any moment.

Ning Rongrong raised her hand, and a dazzling Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda faintly appeared in her palm, while two yellow soul rings on her body slowly pulsed.

Tang San stood at the very front, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul ready to unleash its power.

Wang Shuo finally slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the imposing Zhao Wuji, a faint, battle-ready smile curving his lips.

Tang San's eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "Attack!"

Before she finished speaking, Xiao Wu transformed into a pink lightning bolt and darted out. Her graceful movements were fluid and powerful, and her slender legs, accompanied by the sound of air being cut, rushed straight towards Zhao Wuji's lower body.

Soul rings lit up around her, and every movement she made was as light as a willow catkin in the wind, yet her attacks were all cunning and ruthless.

"First Soul Skill, Netherworld Thrust."

Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind, her long black hair flying backwards as her soul power whipped it up. Her soul rings suddenly lit up, and her speed instantly increased to its maximum, leaving only a few blurry afterimages.

Her sharp claws gleamed with a cold light, targeting Zhao Wuji's joints and eye sockets—areas of vulnerability—with incredible speed that was difficult to catch.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement."

Tang San stood firmly in the center circle, and patches of Blue Silver Grass grew wildly from the ground, the vines thick and powerful, wrapping around Zhao Wuji's legs and arms as if they were alive.

Tang San continued to utilize the characteristics of Blue Silver Grass, combining restraint and parrying to fully demonstrate the role of a control-type Soul Master.

"The seven treasures are transformed into crystal, which has two characteristics: power and speed."

Ning Rongrong pursed her red lips, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her palm shone brightly, a golden halo suddenly enveloping the entire area.

With the simultaneous activation of the two soul skills—power amplification and skill speed amplification—a surge of powerful auxiliary soul energy flowed into their bodies, instantly boosting the combat strength of Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Tang San, making their moves even more ferocious.

In an instant, the courtyard was filled with surging soul power as three figures relentlessly fought around the burly Zhao Wuji. Amidst the flying dust, the Immovable King was temporarily rendered unable to move.

One person at the scene was quite unique: Wang Shuo stood motionless, half a step to Ning Rongrong's side the entire time.

While maintaining the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Rongrong turned her head to glare at the composed young man beside her. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she couldn't help but mutter under her breath:

"Hey, you big oaf, everyone's fighting tooth and nail, are you just standing here like a wooden stake? Get up and help!"

Wang Shuo turned his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, his gaze falling on her puffed-up little face, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"I'm not going."

"Then what do you want to do?" Ning Rongrong was even angrier.

"Of course, it's to protect you," Wang Shuo replied with a smile and great interest.

Hearing those three light words, Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed instantly, as if burned. She immediately shrank back, glaring at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Who needs your protection? You pervert!"

Wang Shuo simply smiled and said nothing more, his gaze returning to the battlefield, his eyes sharp as an eagle, firmly locking onto Zhao Wuji's every move.

The battle intensified. With Ning Rongrong's strong support, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass became increasingly effective at controlling Zhao Wuji, while Xiao Wu's soft techniques sluggish his movements.

Zhu Zhuqing's surprise attacks were repeatedly successful. Although she could not break through his powerful physical defense, she still made this Soul Saint level expert look disheveled.

Zhao Wuji's face gradually darkened, his heavy breathing filled with anger. Being pushed to this point by a few teenagers, even he, with his calm temperament, couldn't help but lose his temper.

"A bunch of brats, do they really think I, Fudo Myoo, am easy to bully?"

With a furious roar, Zhao Wuji exerted his strength, his powerful soul force suddenly erupting. His muscles bulged, forcefully severing the Blue Silver Grass binding his body. His enormous palm swept out, directly blasting Xiao Wu, who was right next to him, away.

Tang San's expression changed, and he hurriedly activated the Blue Silver Grass to catch Xiao Wu. But in that instant, a cold light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and he suddenly turned around, taking big strides and rushing straight towards Ning Rongrong, who was powerless to fight, like a thunderbolt.

Zhao Wuji was so fast that he even created a gust of wind.

"Watch out!" Tang San cried out in alarm, but it was too late to activate the Blue Silver Grass to save him.

Xiao Wu staggered to the ground, her face deathly pale. Zhu Zhuqing was far away on the other side and had no time to defend her.

"what!"

Ning Rongrong froze in fright, the light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda trembled slightly, and panic instantly surged in her beautiful eyes. She watched helplessly as the mountain-like black shadow approached, without even having time to think of dodging.

Just at this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Teacher Zhao, this road is blocked!"

Wang Shuo rushed out instantly, crossing his arms to protect himself. His bones suddenly emitted a series of fine crackling sounds, and the veins under his skin bulged faintly. A powerful aura far beyond that of ordinary people erupted.

boom!

With a deafening roar, Zhao Wuji delivered a powerful punch that landed squarely on Wang Shuo's arm.

Dust flew everywhere, and air surged.

An unexpected scene unfolded: Zhao Wuji, who held an absolute advantage in strength, was forced back three steps by the shock, leaving deep footprints in the yellow earth beneath his feet, his face filled with astonishment.

Wang Shuo also staggered back several steps, each step causing the ground to cave in, his arms tingling slightly from the impact, but he did not allow Zhao Wuji to harm Ning Rongrong behind him in the slightest.

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.