"Heh… tricky one," Zhao Wuji muttered, rotating his body to counter—
But on the side—Felicia moved.
Sleek, silent—deadly. Her aura flared, black and silver intertwining into a sharp bloom.
"First Spirit Skill—Annihilation Claw!"
A silver-coated claw cleaved the air, hissing with annihilation force. She dashed in with relentless speed.
Zhao Wuji raised his palm—ready to intercept.
But—
"Light Sword!"
From the far side, Qian Renxue stood tall, her palm out as a golden blade of energy zipped across the field.
Zhao Wuji's attention flicked. He twisted—
CRACK!
Felicia's Annihilation Claw connected.
His spirit armor shattered slightly, dust peeling off his robes.
"Urgh—damn kids!"
Zhao Wuji spun, launching a retaliatory palm. Felicia dodged—but the shockwave still hurled her backward.
Then—
"Light Cannon!"
Renxue's second ring glowed.
A bright sphere of holy light launched forward, exploding at Zhao Wuji's feet.
BOOM!
The man staggered back.
His face twisted in annoyance. "Enough playing!"
His second ring lit up—Gravity Pulse!
Another wave exploded, this one more concussive, cracking the tiles outward.
"Second Skill—Strength!"
Ning Rongrong's voice chimed. Rainbow light bathed the team, boosting their edge.
Zhao Wuji charged—
But Zhu Zhuqing vanished.
Like shadow and silence, she weaved behind him.
"Nether Claw Combo!"
Four feints, one strike—perfectly placed at his kidney.
Zhao Wuji spun just in time to block—barely.
"Not bad…" he muttered.
But Mo Luochen was already back, and this time—his second spirit ring shined.
"Molecular Deceleration."
Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's limbs felt like they were pushing through molasses.
Each punch, each breath—slowed at the atomic level.
"What the hell…?"
Mo Luochen ducked low. "Now—Lion's Majesty!"
Felicia's second ring activated.
A golden burst flared from her—radiant and regal, like the roar of a king. The pressure forced Zhao Wuji back, his balance staggering.
"Light Sword—Rapid Mode!" Renxue followed up, conjuring multiple golden swords and firing them like a barrage.
Zhao Wuji roared in frustration. His fifth ring ignited—Bear Rampage!
With both fists, he slammed the ground—
CRACK!
A shockwave tore through the arena, throwing rocks and dust into the air.
Zhu Zhuqing was clipped mid-leap. Felicia was flung back. Ning Rongrong barely held the shield.
"Twenty seconds left!" she called.
Zhao Wuji's chest heaved.
But Mo Luochen wasn't done.
His aura split in two layers—Acceleration around himself, Deceleration around Zhao Wuji's legs.
It was risky—unstable.
But it worked.
Mo Luochen roared forward—
Speed incarnate. He blurred into Zhao Wuji's face.
"Point Zero Impact!"
A punch.
One molecule accelerated, the other decelerated—collision created a paradox wave.
BOOOOOOM!
Zhao Wuji was planted into the ground. The tiles shattered, dust burst upward.
A moment of silence.
Then—
Ding!
"Sixty seconds!" the referee or Dai Mubai called.
Zhao Wuji groaned and raised one hand in defeat.
"…Damn. Alright. You pass."
Panting. Scraped. But victorious—
The group stood tall.
Felicia cracked her knuckles, smirking.
"Told you this would be interesting."
" What are you brats?" he looked at them as he asked ,
"Have we passed or not?" Mo Luochen asked with a calm smile.
Zhao Wuji grunted from where he sat, rubbing his back. "You passed… pass."
He waved his hand lazily. "Oscar, get over here."
A young man walked up—a stark contrast to what Mo Luochen remembered. Short, styled hair. Peach-colored eyes. Surprisingly handsome.
Mo Luochen squinted. Wasn't this guy supposed to have a ridiculous beard and look like someone's uncle? Did he… shave after watching us from afar?
Oscar looked around, a little nervous. "Teacher, you called?"
Zhao Wuji nodded. "Give me a sausage."
Oscar blinked, then extended his hand, chanting,"I have a big sausage!"
The words echoed through the field.
Mo Luochen froze.
Felicia choked on her breath and burst out laughing, nearly falling over.
Even Renxue cracked a rare smirk, while Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong tried and failed to stifle their amusement.
"What kind of cursed ability is that?" Felicia asked between fits of laughter.
Zhao Wuji sighed, rubbing his temples. "That's the curse all food-type Spirit Masters bear… they have to shout something ridiculous to activate their skills. It's tradition."
Oscar looked down, clearly embarrassed, as everyone else kept chuckling.
Luochen raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "And what do your sausages actually do?"
Oscar answered with a resigned voice, "My first spirit skill restores health. The second one cures poison."
"Hmm. Give me five of the first ones," Luochen said.
Oscar's eyes lit up. "That'll be 25 copper coins."
Without missing a beat, Luochen flicked out a gold spirit coin and handed it to him. "Here. From now on, just give us sausages whenever we need. Keep the change. I'll pay more if you make good ones."
Oscar looked at the coin in awe, then nodded furiously. "O-of course! You can count on me!"
He raised his hand and, with an exaggerated grin, chanted loudly,
"Your father has a big sausage!"
Felicia bent over laughing again. Even Renxue had to cover her mouth to hide a small laugh. Zhao Wuji didn't even try to stop them this time. He just muttered, "They're doomed."
Mo Luochen couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter along with the others.
Oscar, however, remained unfazed. Humming to himself, he continued summoning sausages one after another with practiced ease. He handed the glowing, spirit-infused food to Luochen, who simply nodded in acknowledgment and stored them away calmly.
Zhao Wuji, having calmed down a little, then turned his sharp eyes toward Tang San and Xiao Wu.
"As for you two… it's your turn now," he said coldly. 'After the humiliating defeat, I still need to vent a bit—and since you two haven't passed yet…' he thought inwardly looking at them.
Tang San sighed internally but nodded, stepping forward. "Oscar, give me some sausages."
"Coming right up," Oscar replied cheerfully. He quickly summoned a few healing sausages and handed them over to Tang San, who took them with a grateful nod.
Zhao Wuji waved his hand. "Heal up, use what you need… and get ready. This won't be easy."
He cracked his knuckles with a grin.
"Dai Mubai," Zhao Wuji added without turning, "once they're done, take them to their dorms. Let them rest. They'll need it."
Dai Mubai, who had been standing off to the side with arms crossed, gave a short nod. "Got it."
Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu, who met his gaze and gave a firm nod. They both stepped into the center of the field, the pressure already mounting.
Zhao Wuji smiled.
"Let's see what you've got."
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