"Don't be too arrogant!"
Xiao Wu frowned at Tang San's words. This guy was way too confident, wasn't he? Level 29 challenging Level 76?
And doing it alone?
That was just delusional nonsense!
"What's your name again?"
Dai Mubai looked at Tang San, then turned to the others:
"Why don't you all introduce yourselves?"
"I'm Tang San, Tool Spirit: Blue Silver Chicken, Level 29 Control-Type Battle Spirit Master from Nuoding Academy."
The white-robed girl glanced at this overly cocky guy and followed up:
"I'm Ning Rongrong, Tool Spirit: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Level 26 Support-Type Tool Spirit Master."
"Zhu Zhuqing, Beast Spirit: Netherworld Civet Cat, Level 27 Agility-Type Battle Spirit Master."
"Tang San's spirit is obviously a plant-type, how is it a tool spirit?"
Xiao Wu questioned, then said:
"Xiao Wu, Beast Spirit: Bunny, Level 31 Power Attack-Type Spirit Ancestor."
"Zhang Fan, Tool Spirit: Heaven-Rotten Sword, Level 38 Spirit Ancestor."
Zhang Fan nodded in agreement with Xiao Wu's comment:
"Tang San's spirit should definitely count as plant-type."
"I am a tool spirit master, what are you gonna do about it?"
Tang San snorted smugly.
"You from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?"
Dai Mubai looked curiously at the white-dress girl:
"That spirit is the strongest support-type. Plus, your clan's one of the three top sects in the Heaven Dou Empire!"
"It's alright. I've only got two spirit rings so far—can boost speed and strength by around 30%, lasts one incense stick's time."
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, her aura like a spring breeze.
"30% is already amazing!"
After chatting with Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai turned to Tang San again:
"You're Level 29, with a trash spirit, and want to solo Teacher Zhao? I admire your courage."
"His spirit is the Vigorous Vajra Bear, a power-type beast spirit with insane defense.
Even spirit masters of the same level can't break through his defense. They call him the Immovable King!"
"...The Immovable King?!"
The white-robed girl gasped:
"Is that the same Immovable King Zhao Wuji who vanished ten years ago?
He clashed with the Spirit Hall, and they sent sixteen Bishops to hunt him—none succeeded.
All of them were over Level 60, and back then he was just in his sixties. That's nuts!"
"Don't care. I'm dueling him one-on-one!"
Tang San was confident. He had Xuantian Arts, Xuantian Treasure Records, hidden weapons, Mysterious Jade Hands, Purple Demon Eye, and his ultimate weapon—the Goldfish Mustache Needle. Even a Spirit Saint would be KO'd if hit!
He believed that with that final ace, he would surely win.
Unfortunately, he didn't realize that the Goldfish Mustache Needle had long since turned into a real goldfish whisker needle, utterly useless.
Still, he thought it had the same power as a Dragon Beard Needle.
"Kid, you're full of it—I'll humor you!"
Zhao Wuji stood up, cracking his knuckles with a loud "crack crack crack…", invisible pressure blasting out around him.
Don't know where he pulled it from, but he lit an incense stick with a squeeze—
"Fwoosh!"
He flung it. The stick stabbed into the ground, swaying slightly.
"This year's little monsters are really cocky."
Zhao Wuji smirked and stepped forward with interest.
Zhang Fan, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong and the others backed off to a safe distance.
Zhao Wuji half-squatted.
"BOOM!"
With a sudden stomp, he lunged like a beast, appearing in front of Tang San in the blink of an eye. His massive fist, like a sandbag, swung violently down.
"So fast!"
Tang San was shocked. He didn't expect someone so bulky to move that fast!
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"
Tang San instantly activated his footwork, flickering like a ghost, leaving afterimages as he narrowly dodged the brutal blow.
"BAM!"Zhao Wuji's fist slammed into the grass.
"FWOOOSH!" Dirt and grass exploded, shockwaves rippling outward.
"Swoosh!" Tang San flipped mid-air, narrowly dodging the shockwave with a clean 360 spin.
"Whizz! Whizz!"
The moment he landed, he unleashed a dozen Bone-Piercing Nails, shooting from front, left, right, and rear to test Zhao Wuji's weaknesses.
"Clang! Clang!"
Sparks flew, but all his hidden weapons were blocked by Zhao Wuji's powerful soul force.
"This brat's fast!"
Zhao Wuji muttered. The kid was like a monkey—quick and tricky with his hidden weapons. They couldn't hurt him much, but damn if they didn't sting.
"WUMMMM…"
Seven spirit rings rose from under Zhao Wuji's feet. Looks like he had to use real strength—this kid was getting too cocky!
The immense spirit power swept outward.
Even Dai Mubai and the others were forced back a few steps.
"Tang San's got some skills, but all he uses is weird tricks. Now he's pissed off Teacher Zhao—he's in trouble!"
This was the first time Dai Mubai had seen Zhao Wuji use spirit rings in a spar with students.
Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's body bulked up, growing a meter taller, his physique turning massive and beastly.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Tang San went wild with his hidden weapons—Bone-Piercing Nails, Willow Leaf Knives, Locust Stones, Coin Nails—all shot out like a storm.
"Immovable King Body!"
Zhao Wuji shouted. His entire body gleamed golden, deflecting all the incoming weapons.
But he still couldn't land a hit on Tang San, who just kept dodging.
"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Boost!"
The third soul ring, a glowing purple millennium ring, lit up and wrapped around him, surging soul power into the ground.
"WUMMMM…"Tang San felt his feet sink like into a swamp, his body becoming unbearably heavy—his weight practically doubled.
His speed plummeted.
Zhao Wuji, unaffected, "SWOOSH!"
"Ding! Plot Modification Task Triggered!"
[Tang San dodged Zhao Wuji's punch aimed at his butt.] ← 2 modifiable words.
Zhang Fan smirked devilishly and waved his hand:
He changed "dodged" to "couldn't dodge"Changed "punch" to "finger"
"Ding! Plot successfully modified. This story is now extra cursed. Reward: 80 modification points."
Tang San moved to dodge—but failed to avoid Zhao Wuji's finger strike to his...
"AAAHHH!!!"A tragic, blood-curdling scream echoed—"PUHH!"
His eyes widened as if he had seen death itself.
And in his mind… a sorrowful melody began playing:
"Chrysanthemums wilt, frost on the ground… Flowers fall, intestines snap…"
His expression twisted in pain—as if he had eaten a basket of ghost peppers and they were now all burning one place:
His poor butt.
Instinctively, he flung his Blue Silver Chicken spirit, which suddenly stretched out and latched onto a nearby house, pulling him into a backward flight to lessen the pain.
"SPLAT!"
He crashed into the ground three meters away, clutching his rear and hopping around.
"Uhhh…"
Zhao Wuji froze for a second—Why the hell did I poke there?!
Seeing Tang San still bouncing around, he triggered his fourth spirit ring, which gleamed with bright purple light.
Then he blinked right in front of Tang San.
Zhao Wuji's Fourth Spirit Skill: Homing Strike—once locked on, there was no escape!
(To be continued)