Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Don't act impulsively.

This is the Heaven Dou Empire, and this is Shrek Academy.

……

Dai Mubai led Tang San and Cinderella through several dilapidated mud-brick houses to a relatively open space.

The open space was about 500 square meters, with the ground made of compacted soil, and some simple equipment placed nearby.

A burly man with an unusually large build stood in the middle of the open space, arms crossed, seemingly sunbathing or perhaps taking a nap.

He looked to be about fifty years old, not very tall, but extremely robust, his whole body like a solid fortress.

His arms were thicker than an average person's thighs, his exposed skin had a healthy bronze color, and his face was covered with a full beard. Paired with those fierce-looking eyes even when closed, he gave off an imposing and unyielding aura.

He was none other than one of the teachers at Shrek Academy, the Immovable King Zhao Wuji.

Hearing footsteps, Zhao Wuji lazily opened one eye and glanced at Dai Mubai, who was walking over, and Tang San and Cinderella behind him.

"Hmm? This time, two of the little ones actually made it to the fourth level?"

His voice was booming, and he sounded a little surprised, as if seeing two students who had passed the first three rounds at once was already quite an achievement.

Just then, another light footstep sound came.

The group turned to look and saw that Zhu Zhuqing, the girl in black who had been queuing at the village entrance, had also walked over.

Zhao Wuji saw another one arrive, and this one had a steady aura and sharp eyes. He couldn't help but touch his stubble-covered chin.

"Hey, what day is it today? Monsters are all piling up? Three of them?"

Dai Mubai quickly moved closer to Zhao Wuji, lowered his voice, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Teacher Zhao, it's that kid in the blue shirt, Tang San. I fought him yesterday in Soto City, but I lost."

His voice trailed off, clearly feeling ashamed about the incident.

Chapter 246 Battle

"what?"

Zhao Wuji's half-closed eyes widened instantly, and the languid look on his face was replaced by intense interest.

He looked Tang San up and down, who had a calm expression, then glanced at Cinderella, who was beautiful and had an extraordinary temperament, and finally his gaze swept over Zhu Zhuqing, who was as cold as ice.

He was well aware of Dai Mubai's strength; the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, a level 39 Soul Master, was definitely a top-tier existence among these children.

They actually lost to this Tang San who looks even younger?

This is getting interesting.

A playful and scrutinizing smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. He took two steps forward, and the heavy, oppressive aura of a powerful offensive Soul Master naturally emanated from him, making the air around the open space seem to stagnate.

He glanced at the three young men in front of him and said in a loud voice, "I am Zhao Wuji, Shrek Academy's teacher. Since the three of you have all made it to this fourth stage, I will decide the content of the assessment."

He paused, noticing the three people's gazes suddenly focusing on him, then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth with a hint of malice: "Your test today is very simple. Endure my attacks for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Upon hearing this, everyone except Tang San showed varying degrees of surprise on their faces.

The undisguised powerful aura emanating from Zhao Wuji made them realize that he was definitely not an ordinary Soul Master.

To endure an incense stick's worth of time under his supervision? The difficulty is unimaginable.

Dai Mubai listened from the side, a hint of worry on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Because he knew that Zhao Wuji rarely changed his mind once he made a decision.

Zhao Wuji was pleased with the seriousness on the faces of the three men. He continued, "The three of you, come at me together. Any method is acceptable. As long as you can last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you will pass."

His gaze lingered on Tang San for a moment, filled with obvious provocation and interest. "Kid, you managed to make Mu Bai lose face, let me see just how much you're worth."

Zhao Wuji pulled out a rough incense stick from somewhere, rubbed it between his fingers, released a little soul power, and the tip of the incense lit up with a red glow, with wisps of green smoke rising.

He casually stuck the incense stick into the mud next to him.

"One incense stick's time, let's begin."

The moment he finished speaking, his previously somewhat lazy posture suddenly tensed up, and a terrifying aura several times stronger than before erupted like a landslide and a tsunami!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black! Seven spirit rings swirled up from beneath his feet.

"Level 76 Battle Soul Saint, Zhao Wuji. Martial Soul, Mighty Vajra Bear."

Zhao Wuji announced his name with a playful smile, like a cat catching a mouse.

"Little guys, don't say I'm bullying you. I'm giving you the first chance."

He stood there casually with his arms crossed, seemingly full of openings, yet the heavy sense of oppression was pervasive, reminding the three of the terrifying nature of their opponent.

The visual impact of Zhao Wuji revealing his Soul Saint identity and seven Soul Rings was unparalleled.

The air seemed to grow heavier, and even the smoke rising from the incense sticks burning slowly in the soil appeared sluggish.

Dai Mubai watched from the sidelines, secretly amazed. Teacher Zhao was really going all out from the start! The soul power pressure of this Soul Saint was enough to give these three kids a run for their money.

"What? Scared out of your wits?" Zhao Wuji chuckled, looking at the three men's solemn expressions, and crossed his arms, completely at ease.

"Don't dare to make a move? Then after this incense stick burns out, you'll all be considered failures."

Before he could finish speaking, a black figure launched an attack like an arrow released from a bow.

It's Zhu Zhuqing!

She knew that her soul power was the lowest, so she had to use her speed advantage to seize the initiative and create opportunities for the other two.

Her body left a faint afterimage in the air, moving at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, she was close to Zhao Wuji's side. Her cat claws, covered with a faint, eerie light, whistled through the air and aimed straight for Zhao Wuji's ribs.

"Oh? This little wildcat has quite a fiery temper."

Zhao Wuji didn't move at all, and even had a hint of approval in his eyes.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing's cat paw was about to touch his body, Zhao Wuji's third purple soul ring flashed slightly.

"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Enhancement!"

A sudden, immense gravitational force instantly enveloped a ten-meter radius centered on Zhao Wuji!

Zhu Zhuqing felt her body suddenly sink, as if she were carrying a thousand-pound burden. Her incredibly fast speed suddenly plummeted, and her originally precise and ruthless claw strike lost its accuracy and power due to this sudden change. It landed softly on Zhao Wuji's arm, which was as hard as granite, without even leaving a white mark.

"Good speed, but unfortunately, lacking in power."

Zhao Wuji grinned and casually waved his hand.

An irresistible, immense force struck her. Zhu Zhuqing felt as if she had been hit by a giant hammer. With a muffled groan, her delicate body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a small mouthful of blood in mid-air.

Zhu Zhuqing forcibly twisted her body in mid-air, her toes touching a large tree at the edge of the open space before she staggered to the ground. Although her face was pale, she stubbornly stood still, but she had clearly lost the ability to continue fighting.

She looked at Zhao Wuji, her eyes filled with resentment, but even more so with a clear understanding of the absolute gap in strength.

In a single encounter, Zhu Zhuqing, who possessed a top-tier agility-based martial soul, was easily eliminated.

This is the power of a Soul Saint.

Tang San and Cinderella exchanged glances and instantly understood each other's intentions.

If we cannot defeat them by force, we can only outsmart them and buy time.

"Sis, take control of the situation!"

Tang San let out a low shout, and his third spirit ring lit up beneath his feet.

"Third Soul Skill, Blue Silver Growth!"

Rumble!

Centered on Tang San, the deep blue light surged and spread like a tide, instantly covering most of the open space!

Countless thick, resilient Blue Silver Grasses, shimmering with a blue halo, burst forth from the earth and grew wildly, transforming the clearing into a dense and eerie blue forest in the blink of an eye.

Thick vines twisted like giant pythons, and fine grass blades intertwined to form a net, greatly obstructing the view and drastically compressing the space.

Zhao Wuji felt a sudden tightness under his feet as several vines, thicker than the other Blue Silver Grasses, wrapped around his legs as if they were alive, pulling at him with tremendous force, trying to hold him to the ground.

"That's interesting!"

Zhao Wuji's surprise deepened. He struggled, and the blue silver grass wrapped around his legs made a teeth-grinding crunching sound, and cracks appeared, but it did not break immediately.

"This Blue Silver Grass is incredibly resilient!"

At the same time that Zhao Wuji was temporarily restricted by the Blue Silver Forest, Cindre pulled.

Like an elegant dancer, she lightly touched the swaying blue silver grass with her toes, and the first spirit ring under her feet shone brightly.

"First Soul Skill, Starlight Leap!"

Chapter 247 The Thorn Waltz

Swish!

Cinderella's figure blurred instantly, turning into a streak of light, like leaping starlight, and appeared thirty meters behind Zhao Wuji in an instant, landing silently.

Around where she had stood and landed, sparkling stardust scattered, having little effect on a powerful figure like Zhao Wuji, but it did bring a slight sense of sluggishness.

"Second Soul Skill, Thorn Waltz!"

Cinderella didn't stop, her body spinning at high speed like a top, her crystal dancing shoes drawing graceful arcs. With her spin, countless sharp, gleaming crystal spikes shot towards Zhao Wuji's back like a storm!

Jingle bells!

The crystal spikes struck Zhao Wuji's metallic skin, producing a dense sound like raindrops hitting banana leaves. Most of them were deflected, but a few successfully pierced through, leaving tiny wounds. At these wounds, faint "thorn marks" made of starlight were left.

Zhao Wuji felt as if he had been stung by a swarm of wasps on his back; it was a little itchy and a little numb.

He twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.

"Does it tickle you? Little girl, you're not strong enough."

He stomped his foot suddenly!

"Second Soul Skill, Mighty Vajra Palm!"

boom!

A violent shockwave exploded outwards from him, and the blue silver grass that was wrapped around his legs finally couldn't withstand it and broke off inch by inch! His fan-like hand, carrying a terrifying golden light, directly slapped a thick blue silver grass vine that was whipping towards him from the side.

Bang!