Zhao Wuji felt like he was about to go insane.
All he wanted now was to lie down immediately, find a healing-type Soul Master, or simply pass out and be done with it!
An examination?
At this point, he could barely stand without feeling the world spinning around him. His internal organs felt as though they had been displaced, and he had barely a tenth of his soul power remaining. Even maintaining his Martial Soul Possession was extremely difficult!
How was he supposed to conduct an examination?
Was he supposed to use his head to conduct it?
An overwhelming sense of grief, indignation, and despair completely engulfed him.
However, the moment his gaze met Lin Xia's calm eyes, which contained not the slightest ripple of emotion, all his resentment and grievances instantly froze and shattered.
No!
Absolutely not!
He could not say no!
The alarm bells in Zhao Wuji's mind rang furiously.
Refuse?
He had no doubt that Lin Xia's "little fellow" would immediately appear again and give him another round of "massage" in an even gentler manner.
Or perhaps simply let him experience what it truly meant to "be buried in peace."
Fear overwhelmed everything!
Relying almost entirely on his instinct for survival, Zhao Wuji forcibly straightened his trembling body, even though the movement caused his vision to go black and nearly made him collapse onto the ground again.
He summoned every ounce of strength he had and squeezed out a "brilliant" smile that looked even worse than crying. His voice rose as he spoke with an almost obsequious urgency:
"Yes! Yes! City Lord Lin is absolutely right! The rules cannot be broken! The fourth test is a practical combat examination!"
Zhao Wuji vigorously waved the arm that was still relatively intact, pointing toward Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong, who were standing dumbfounded in the examination ground. His voice cracked slightly from both excitement and his injuries.
"Next! It's your turn! The rules of Shrek Academy state that you have one incense stick's worth of time! That Mubai! Where the hell is my incense?! Hurry! Light it! Light it!"
Zhao Wuji urged him anxiously, seemingly afraid that Lin Xia might change his mind or lose patience.
Only then did Dai Mubai, who had been called out, snap back to reality. He scrambled out of the shadowy corner and almost crawled his way over.
He did not even notice the wet stain on his trousers as he frantically searched around in the scorched, brownish-black soil.
Fortunately, the thick incense stick that represented "one incense stick's worth of time" had been buried deep underground during the earlier destruction. Yet when Lin Xia restored the earth, it seemed to have been restored along with it and was now standing upright in the center of the examination ground.
Dai Mubai tremblingly took out a fire starter, but his hands were shaking so badly that it took several attempts before he finally managed to light the tip.
A wisp of greenish smoke slowly curled upward once again, marking the countdown to this absurd yet heavy new round of the examination.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong exchanged glances, their faces all bearing the same expression.
Completely dumbfounded!
After all that, they still had to take the examination?!
Looking at Zhao Wuji's miserable appearance, barely able to remain standing as though a gust of wind could knock him over, and then seeing the fear buried deep within his eyes that he could not conceal no matter how hard he tried, the three of them were overwhelmed by an intense sense of absurdity.
The world-shattering scene from moments ago was still vividly etched in their minds. The roar of the Sandstorm Sovereign still seemed to echo in their ears, while the "miracle" of the earth being torn apart and then restored had left their hearts deeply shaken.
And now, they were expected to face the Immovable King, who had been beaten to within an inch of his life but was theoretically still a Level 76 Soul Saint, despite the fact that the strongest among them was only a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster?
The feeling was like narrowly escaping an apocalyptic catastrophe, only to be immediately forced into a boxing match that was destined to end with them getting beaten senseless.
And their opponent was a seriously injured boxing champion.
But even a seriously injured boxing champion could kill an ordinary person with one punch!
The immense pressure felt almost tangible as it bore down on their nerves.
Especially Tang San.
He understood far better than Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong what a Soul Saint represented.
Even though Zhao Wuji was seriously injured, the quality of his soul power, his combat experience, and his body's instinctive reactions were by no means things that they could easily shake!
Lin Xia's "playing around" just now had been based on absolute overwhelming strength.
But what about them?
Helplessness!
Utter helplessness!
Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart and the sense of insignificance that had arisen after witnessing Lin Xia's absolute power.
He activated his Purple Demon Eyes and forced himself to calm down and analyze the situation.
No matter what, if they wanted to enter the academy, they had to pass this test!
And they had to work together as a team!
"There's not much time!"
Tang San's voice carried a faint, almost imperceptible hoarseness, but it was exceptionally firm. His words instantly pulled the absent-minded Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong back to their senses.
His sharp gaze swept across his two teammates as he quickened his speech.
"First, let's understand each other's Martial Souls and abilities and formulate a battle strategy! I'm Tang San, with the Blue Silver Grass as my Tool Martial Soul. I'm a Level 29 Control System Battle Soul Master. My Blue Silver Grass carries poison. I'm good at binding and restricting an opponent's movements, and I can also provide a certain amount of terrain awareness."
Seeing Tang San take the initiative to speak, Xiao Wu seemed to have found someone to rely on. She took a deep breath, suppressed her dual fear of Zhao Wuji and Lin Xia, and puffed out her little chest.
Her clear voice carried a hint of stubbornness.
"Xiao Wu. My Martial Soul is a Rabbit, and I'm a Level 29 Assault System Battle Soul Master. I'm fast and specialize in close-range combat using Soft Skills. My Waist Bow and Charm can unleash explosive bursts of power and control my opponents instantly!"
Then it was Ning Rongrong's turn.
The little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had long since lost all of the arrogance she had displayed earlier. All that remained on her face was deep shock and a complicated trace of awe.
Her gaze swept over Zhao Wuji's battered and swollen face before moving to Tang San and Xiao Wu, whose eyes were clearly urging her to introduce herself.
In the end, the pride belonging to a direct descendant of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, along with the stubbornness in her bones that refused to hold the others back, won out.
She bit her lower lip. Her voice was not loud, but it rang out clearly.
"Ning Rongrong. My Tool Martial Soul is the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I'm a Level 26 Auxiliary System Tool Soul Master."
"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?!"
"What?!"
The name exploded like a thunderclap out of nowhere, instantly leaving everyone present except Lin Xia and Zhu Zhuqing completely stunned!
Zhao Wuji, who had been enduring the excruciating pain and desperately trying to maintain his dignity as an examiner, suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.
The movement aggravated his internal injuries, causing his vision to go black and nearly making him collapse again!
His swollen eyes stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong, filled with utter shock and disbelief.
The little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?!
What was she doing in this backwater place?!
What kind of day was today?
Was this a gathering of monsters?!
Dai Mubai was even more shocked. His mouth hung open so wide that an egg could practically fit inside.
He looked at Ning Rongrong, then instinctively glanced toward Lin Xia.
He felt that the amount of shock he had experienced today was greater than everything he had experienced during the past decade combined!
One mysterious City Lord of Gengxin City wasn't enough, and now there was a direct descendant of one of the Upper Three Sects as well?
Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes fluctuated violently, and the storm raging in his heart even temporarily overwhelmed his fear of Lin Xia's power.
He blurted out,"Your Martial Soul is the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda! Then that means you're from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?!"
As Grandmaster's disciple, he knew far too well what this Martial Soul and this sect represented on the continent!
The pinnacle of Auxiliary System Martial Souls!
Wealth rivaling an entire kingdom!
A top-tier sect protected by a Titled Douluo!
Ning Rongrong felt somewhat uncomfortable under everyone's focused gazes.
Especially when she sensed that Lin Xia seemed to have cast a calm, indifferent glance in her direction, causing her cheeks to flush slightly.
She instinctively moved half a step toward Tang San and Xiao Wu, trying to avoid those burning gazes. She stuck out her cute little tongue, revealing a hint of girlish innocence and undisguised nervousness.
"Hey, stop staring! I'm no different from an ordinary person. I just secretly ran away from home."
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