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Chapter 371 Practical Assessment Ends

Under the varied gazes of everyone present, Ning Qingyun, instead of retreating, advanced as Zhao Wuji leaped high and pounced on her. She reversed her grip on the iron sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly stood at an angle in front of her.

Her figure first shifted slightly, as if hovering in place, yet her speed was dizzying. Then, just as Zhao Wuji's bear-like body was about to fall, she leaped up to meet it, changing her sword grip to a horizontal one, her lithe figure twisting and turning...

Swish!

The next moment, Ning Qingyun and Zhao Wuji's figures intersected in the air. Although Zhao Wuji, who was experienced in combat, was somewhat surprised that Ning Qingyun would bravely meet his attack, he quickly reacted and planned to use his fist to smash the leaping Ning Qingyun back to the ground.

At this moment, the purple soul ring that had flown out from Zhao Wuji and attached itself to Ning Qingyun gradually detached, which meant that the tracking effect of Zhao Wuji's fourth soul skill was disappearing. This was likely because it had determined that Ning Qingyun and Zhao Wuji were very close at the moment.

Just then, Ning Qingyun noticed that the faint feeling of restraint on her body had disappeared, and she felt a sense of relief, with a slight smile on her lips.

She guessed right. Sure enough, Zhao Wuji's fourth soul skill effect did not necessarily disappear only when his attack landed on her.

Since that's the case, Ning Qingyun said that it's time for her to perform again!

As Zhao Wuji unleashed his Peerless Bear Fist, Ning Qingyun, anticipating his attack, turned to dodge. Suddenly, she slashed with her sword, using her waist to generate power, instantly leaving another bloody gash on Zhao Wuji's body.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Qingyun took another step with the "Free and Easy Steps," instantly increasing her speed to another level. Her figure shifted, and she passed by Zhao Wuji, creating distance between them. In the end, she landed on the ground a step ahead of Zhao Wuji, who then landed not far behind her.

Ning Qingyun slowly stood up from her half-squat position, seemingly effortlessly twirling her sword, and swung it to her side, spilling a few drops of blood, leaving the sword unstained.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji, whose fist had missed its target, stared wide-eyed, not caring that he staggered slightly due to the inertia of his own force, and simply lowered his head in a daze.

His clothes were torn at the waist, and streaks of blood were seeping out.

This little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School actually... passed by unharmed despite being tracked by my fourth soul skill, and even managed to injure me in the process?

She, she...

Even if the Sword Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School might have taught her a few moves.

But this is just too damn outrageous!

Zhao Wuji turned around again, and saw Ning Qingyun standing with her back to him, holding a sword, exuding a hint of unparalleled elegance. His gaze changed several times, and he looked like he was about to make a move again.

Unexpectedly, Ning Qingyun seemed to sense everything and casually pointed to the ground beside her just as Zhao Wuji was about to move.

It turns out, without realizing it...

The incense has burned out.

Zhao Wuji paused. Although Ning Qingyun remained silent with an inscrutable expression, he already understood her meaning.

"Tsk... what a monster. The practical assessment is over, and all five of you have passed."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, his face showing a mixture of helplessness and frustration. He glanced one last time at Ning Qingyun and Huo Yuhao, who had been mostly just observing from a distance, before silently walking out of the arena.

On Ning Qingyun's right hand, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial spirit disappeared, and the iron sword in her left hand was also put into her storage soul tool. As she opened and closed her eyes, the expression deep within her had changed.

Ning Rongrong logged back into the account.

After the body transfer, she heard her sister Qingyun's voice in her mind's eye: "I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep now. I also need to think about some things. I'll explain everything to you when I wake up. Just remember, be careful of that Tang San..."

Not long after, outside the arena, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had been taking the recovery sausages that Oscar had just sent, woke up at the same time under Dai Mubai's deliberate care. They saw Huo Yuhao, who had somehow come over to them, and Ning Qingyun, who was slowly walking out of the arena not far away. Both of them had a somewhat confused look in their eyes.

"How did the assessment go?"

Xiao Wu was the first to ask a question, followed closely by Tang San.

Soon, the two learned about the battle from Huo Yuhao and Dai Mubai's conversation. When Huo Yuhao mentioned that Zhu Zhuqing had been knocked out of the arena by Zhao Wuji, both Huo Yuhao and Tang San couldn't help but glance strangely at Dai Mubai, whose face was grim.

Then, they talked about Ning Qingyun's upcoming battle against Zhao Wuji...

"She looks so delicate and frail, how come she's so capable?!"

After hearing the details of the combat assessment that took place after she fell unconscious, Xiao Wu couldn't help but open her mouth and look at Ning Rongrong, who was sitting alone not far away and seemed a bit out of place, and exclaimed.

Tang San also looked over, his eyes flashing with surprise and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, further away, Zhu Zhuqing had regained some strength and stood up from Wang Zhao's body without hesitation, her face still slightly flushed.

Wang Zhao simply smiled and then stood up, folded up the chair he was sitting on, and then, with Zhu Zhuqing, followed by Flander and Oscar, the four of them walked towards the venue.

Then, Wang Zhao walked straight towards Tang San, and suddenly, somewhat inexplicably, said in a loud voice:

"Tang Hao, the former soul beast wife of that fallen soul master, is said to be a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor that has taken human form..."

"?!?!"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes widened suddenly. He subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at Wang Zhao, but calmly suppressed his movement. His mind was in turmoil as he couldn't help but think deeply.

What does this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall know? What is he planning to do now? Why did he suddenly bring this up?

Our three sisters were filled with panic and even a little fright at this moment, and for a moment they didn't make any moves. Wang Zhao noticed this and chuckled, not caring about the strange expressions of the people around him after his sudden words.

He continued, "Your name is Tang San, right? I happened to learn from the Spirit Hall's records that you possess the Blue Silver Grass spirit with innate full spirit power. I wondered if you might be the illegitimate son of that villain Tang Hao. So, my purpose in coming here today is also to investigate the background of this Blue Silver Grass spirit master with innate full spirit power."

"But I didn't expect your Blue Silver Grass to be like this. If we rule out the possibility that it was harmed by some unscrupulous mentor, is your Blue Silver Grass just like this from the beginning... um."

"Your surname was Tang, but now it seems it was just a coincidence."

(End of this chapter)