Just as Xiao Wu's sharp claws were about to touch him, Zhao Wuji suddenly twisted his thick waist at an angle that defied common sense. He leaned his body back slightly, narrowly avoiding the vital strikes.
At the same time, his right fist, like a battering ram, came crashing forward with suffocating wind pressure and astonishing speed. Without any fancy movements, it slammed squarely into Xiao Wu's slender waist and abdomen!
"Ugh…"
The madness in Xiao Wu's eyes was instantly replaced by boundless pain!
She felt as though all her internal organs had been brutally struck and crushed by a high-speed Soul-powered train!
Her pink figure was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when she had charged forward!
Bang!
Xiao Wu's body crashed heavily into the ground near Tang San and rolled several times before finally coming to a stop.
She curled her body up, the intense pain leaving her unable to even make a sound. She could only let out painful whimpers as blood continuously trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Her pretty face instantly lost all color, and it was obvious that she had suffered extremely severe internal injuries.
The entire battle had unfolded in the blink of an eye!
From the moment Tang San launched Blue Silver Entanglement to the moment Xiao Wu was sent flying, only a few seconds had passed!
Ning Rongrong stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. The light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in her palm trembled slightly from its owner's overwhelming shock and fear.
She looked at Tang San's miserable state, embedded in the wall. Then she looked at Xiao Wu lying on the ground, vomiting blood in agony. Finally, she looked at Zhao Wuji standing in the middle of the examination ground, covered in blood and panting heavily, yet towering there like a demon god from hell.
A bone-chilling cold instantly swept through her entire body!
This wasn't an examination at all!
This was one-sided abuse!
Zhao Wuji was simply venting all the humiliation and fear he had endured at Lin Xia's hands just moments ago!
Just then, Zhao Wuji's bloodshot bear-like eyes, still filled with lingering ferocity, turned toward her.
His gaze was cold and vicious, devoid of the slightest trace of emotion, as though he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Ning Rongrong's heart instantly jumped into her throat. She was so frightened that she staggered backward, almost unable to maintain her Martial Soul.
Dragging his heavy, pain-ridden body, Zhao Wuji slowly approached Ning Rongrong one step at a time.
Every step he took was like the beating of a drum of death against Ning Rongrong's heart.
Tang San's blood stained his body, mixed with the blood seeping from his own wounds, filling the air with a heavy stench of blood.
"You…"
Zhao Wuji's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against each other, carrying undisguised malice and a hint of impatience.
"Are you going to admit defeat yourself?"
Zhao Wuji stopped a few steps away from Ning Rongrong. His enormous shadow completely enveloped the petite girl, and the oppressive feeling almost made it impossible for her to breathe.
"Or should I 'send' you on your way?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "send," his gaze sweeping toward Tang San and Xiao Wu. The threat behind his words was obvious.
Ning Rongrong's body began trembling violently uncontrollably.
Overwhelming fear seized her. The pride of the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was as fragile as paper in the face of absolute violence and the threat of death.
She even felt that Zhao Wuji's bloodstained giant palm would strike her in the next second, leaving her in the same miserable state as Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Amidst this extreme fear, her gaze involuntarily passed over the ferocious Zhao Wuji and landed on the large tree at the edge of the examination ground.
There, Lin Xia was still calmly leaning against the tree trunk, looking relaxed and unhurried.
The morning sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, casting dappled shadows across his body.
On his shoulder, that palm-sized dark-gray little beast was affectionately rubbing its tiny head against his neck, letting out a soft cry of "Tyran~," seemingly completely uninterested in the brutal scene unfolding before it.
Standing beside him, Zhu Zhuqing's cold cat-like eyes held a trace of indifference and understanding, as though everything happening before her had been within her expectations.
The stark contrast was like a bucket of ice water poured over Ning Rongrong's head, instantly clearing a trace of reason within her chaotic and terrified mind.
They were facing the same Zhao Wuji.
Tang San and Xiao Wu had fought with everything they had. Even with the powerful enhancements from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, they had still been defeated in an instant like broken dolls, suffering grievous injuries and teetering on the brink of death.
And Lin Xia...
He did not even need to act personally. Simply revealing a glimpse of his seemingly harmless little beast was enough to send Zhao Wuji, at the peak of his strength, straight into hell. It had triggered a natural disaster, tearing the earth apart before restoring it to its original state!
It had left the notorious "Immovable King" embedded in the bottom of a crater like a lump of mud, without even the right to look up!
In the end, Lin Xia had merely raised his hand casually, and that terrifying Sandstorm Lord had obediently returned to his side.
This was the absolute gap!
This was true power!
People of the same age?
A bitter feeling and indescribable shock welled up in Ning Rongrong's heart.
She finally understood where the pride and mockery in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes had come from.
Lin Xia's very existence was an insurmountable chasm!
Awe!
Admiration!
Even a trace of indescribable longing instantly overwhelmed Ning Rongrong's fear of Zhao Wuji.
Rather than being "sent on her way" by this madman who was on the verge of collapse, it was better to.
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the trembling of her body. She raised her head. Although her face was still pale, her eyes had become surprisingly calm.
She looked directly into Zhao Wuji's vicious eyes. Her clear voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, yet rang out with extraordinary determination.
"I admit defeat!"
Those three words were like heavenly music, clearly echoing across the suddenly silent examination ground.
The tension in Zhao Wuji's nerves and muscles visibly relaxed the instant he heard those three words.
An immense sense of relief after surviving a disaster nearly drowned him!
He could even feel the cold sweat sliding down his forehead.
Only heaven knew how much pressure he had been under just now!
What would he have done if Ning Rongrong had refused to admit defeat?
Actually fight her?
In his current condition, if he forcibly pushed himself to erupt with more power, his injuries would probably worsen immediately, and he might even suffer permanent damage.
And seriously injuring the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?
Even Flender would not be able to protect him. The entire Shrek Academy might even face total destruction!
Then not fight?
What would Lin Xia think?
Would he think Zhao Wuji had gone easy on them during the examination?
At the thought of that mountain-like figure and those cold eyes, Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine.
Ning Rongrong's surrender had practically pulled him back from the edge of a cliff!
"Cough... cough Good! At least you know your own limits!"
Zhao Wuji forced himself to support his nearly shattered body, desperately maintaining the last remnants of his dignity as an examiner. However, there was no way to conceal the hoarseness and weakness in his voice.
He struggled to raise the arm that had suffered relatively little damage and pointed toward the incense stick in the center of the examination ground, which had just burned down completely.
"One incense stick has burned out! The examination is over!"
He practically gritted his teeth as he forced out those final words.
All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant. His vision went black, his burly body swayed, and he nearly collapsed straight to the ground.
He could only rely on his powerful willpower to remain standing.
There was only one thought left in his mind.
Treatment! Immediately! Right now!
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