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

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and even Dai Mubai watching from afar were all stunned, looking at Wang Shuo in disbelief.

Ning Rongrong hid behind Wang Shuo, her heart pounding wildly. Looking at that not-so-tall but exceptionally upright figure, her small mouth opened slightly, and she forgot to speak for a moment.

Zhao Wuji shook his numb wrist, his rough face showing no anger, but instead burning with fighting spirit.

His tiger-like eyes were fixed on Wang Shuo, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"Good lad! You've been hiding your strength well! So you're the real tough one! You actually managed to take my punch with just your physical strength, interesting, very interesting! Let's go again!"

Wang Shuo slowly lowered his arm, stretched his wrist, looked up at Zhao Wuji, and the long-dormant fighting spirit in his eyes was completely ignited, a smug smile curving his lips.

"Alright, it's no fun for Teacher Zhao to fight them. Let me have a go at you!"

Without exchanging any further words, Wang Shuo took a step and charged straight towards Zhao Wuji.

There was no use of martial spirits or spirit skills, only the most primitive and brutal physical collisions.

boom! boom! boom!

Punch to punch, elbow to elbow, the dull thuds echoed through the empty courtyard, each collision causing the ground to tremble slightly, and dust billowing wildly with each step of the two men.

Zhao Wuji is a Soul Saint known for his strength and defense. His muscles are like cast iron, which shows how powerful and terrifying his strength and defense are.

Wang Shuo's physical body was in no way inferior, and the two clashed head-on, with every punch drawing blood.

The two fought fiercer and more excitedly.

"Awesome! Again!"

Zhao Wuji had not encountered such a pleasing opponent in a long time, and his roars and attacks became increasingly fierce.

"Again! Again! Again!"

Wang Shuo fought with increasing ferocity, his pent-up fighting spirit erupting completely at this moment. Every collision made his blood surge, but also made him feel exhilarated.

In the earthen courtyard, two figures were locked in fierce combat, their auras soaring to the heavens. What was originally an entrance test had turned into a thrilling physical duel between the two.

The dull thuds of flesh colliding grew louder and louder in the courtyard, each clash of fists and elbows a terrifying sight.

A bloody gash had appeared on Wang Shuo's forehead, and warm blood slid down his brow bone into his eye socket, staining half of his vision crimson.

His left arm was struck by Zhao Wuji's heavy elbow, and a dull pain shot through his bones. Every time he raised his arm, it felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

On the other hand, Zhao Wuji was not much better.

This Immovable King, known for his physical prowess, had swollen cheeks, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, and several deep purple fist marks clearly visible on his chest.

His thick arms trembled slightly, clearly indicating that his proud defenses had been breached under Wang Shuo's reckless and aggressive attack.

"Again!"

Wang Shuo was panting heavily, his chest felt like it was burning with fire, each breath was accompanied by a scalding pain, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

During his head-on battle with Zhao Wuji, he could clearly feel a dormant power deep within him being gradually awakened.

The meridians in the limbs and bones expanded slightly under the impact of the violent force, and the originally taut muscles became more and more resilient with each injury.

Ning Rongrong stood behind, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her palm shining almost to its fullest extent, and her power amplification and speed amplification soul skills were poured into Wang Shuo's body without reservation.

She bit her lower lip and stared intently at the young man fighting bloody battle in the arena, feeling flustered, confused, and shocked as she had never experienced before.

She had initially thought Wang Shuo was just a big, silly guy who loved to talk nonsense, but now she saw him, with his mortal body, fight to a standstill against Zhao Wuji, who was at the Soul Saint level.

That blood-soaked figure was more dazzling than any other Soul Master on the field.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had already stopped fighting and stood aside, completely stunned.

"What an incredibly strong physical body!"

Tang San loosened his grip on the Blue Silver Grass slightly, his face filled with disbelief.

He had witnessed the ferocity of offensive-type Soul Masters, but he had never seen anyone who could go toe-to-toe with Zhao Wuji without relying on their Martial Soul or Soul Rings, solely on their physical body.

The power that Wang Shuo displayed had completely exceeded his understanding of ordinary soul masters.

"So it was you..."

Xiao Wu covered her mouth, her pink eyes filled with surprise and shock. She had already recognized the person in front of her as Wang Shuo.

Even the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing widened her eyes slightly, her dark eyes filled with astonishment. She hadn't expected Wang Shuo to be so powerful.

The battle in the courtyard continued, and Wang Shuo and Zhao Wuji were soaked in sweat and blood.

Their clothes were tattered and their bodies were covered in wounds, but their fighting spirit had reached its peak, and all they could see was each other and the most primal battle.

Zhao Wuji roared, unleashing his full power, his muscles swelled again, and his fist, carrying terrifying force, slammed straight at Wang Shuo's face.

Wang Shuo neither dodged nor evaded, but instead clenched his fist and fiercely met the opponent's heavy punch.

Boom!

This collision was far more powerful than before. The shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, even cracking the ground with several fine lines.

Both men groaned at the same time and took several steps back. Wang Shuo's legs went weak and he almost knelt down, but he managed to stand up straight by supporting himself on his knees.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, yet he still raised his head, staring intently at Zhao Wuji, his fighting spirit undiminished.

Zhao Wuji was also panting heavily, his chest heaving as he looked at the young man in front of him who was clearly more seriously injured but was like a ferocious beast that never knew fatigue. He felt a sense of admiration for him.

"Teacher Zhao, get ready for this move, it's really powerful!"

Wang Shuo's soul power surged, and his aura soared. He was about to use the fifth move of the Eight Extremes Heaven, Shaking the Mountain, which was the strongest attack he could currently unleash.

"Come!"

Just as the two were catching their breath and preparing to pounce on each other again, a sharp owl's cry suddenly pierced the noise of the courtyard.

A dark gray figure descended from the sky like a ghost, landing lightly between Wang Shuo and Zhao Wuji. With a stretch of his arms, he seemingly casually separated them.

A gentle yet incredibly powerful soul force instantly spread out, completely shattering the attack that the two were about to unleash.

"Enough! Do you want to tear my academy down?"

A deep shout rang out, and Flander stood between the two men with a frown and a solemn expression, looking at the two blood-soaked and chaotic figures in front of him, feeling both angry and helpless.

He was dumbfounded from a distance, never expecting that a simple entrance test could turn into such a terrifying physical battle. If the fight continued, these two guys would definitely lose their lives here.

Flander glared at Zhao Wuji first, then said irritably, "Zhao Wuji! You're a Soul Saint, fighting like this with a child, have you no shame? Are you really planning to kill him?"

Zhao Wuji touched his swollen cheek, scratched his head sheepishly, and was about to explain when he was interrupted by Flander's gaze.

Flander looked at Wang Shuo's body covered in wounds with shock and curiosity in his eyes. He could clearly sense that the boy had not released a trace of martial spirit aura from beginning to end, and it was all physical strength, but this strength was terrifyingly absurd.

"You're a lunatic too," Flander sighed, his tone softening slightly. "If you keep fighting, you'll both be in bed. The test ends here!"

Wang Shuo slowly loosened his clenched fists, and the violent aura around him gradually faded away. He felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart and aching all over.

He staggered slightly, and a slender yet strong hand immediately reached out from behind and firmly supported his arm.

Wang Shuo turned his head and was somewhat surprised to see that it was Ning Rongrong.

The girl's cheeks were still flushed, and she muttered somewhat awkwardly in a low voice, "Who wants to help you... I'm just afraid you'll fall and hit me."

Wang Shuo turned his head, a blood-stained smile playing on his lips, and weakly said, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda truly is the number one martial soul in the world, absolutely amazing!"

Wang Shuo knew that without Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, he was no match for Zhao Wuji, and this auxiliary power provided him with a continuous source of strength.

Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat, her ears instantly turned bright red, and she quickly let go of Wang Shuo and turned her head away.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing quickly surrounded him, their gazes towards Wang Shuo no longer casual, but filled with awe.