Chapter 47:Just a Little Prank
Tang San, somewhat puzzled, pointed at Oscar's cart.
"Which classmate did you buy this from?"
"Spit it out!"
"Why, it's quite delicious!"
Dai Mubai's expression was odd, and he led the others over to Oscar.
"Xiaoao, get a new sausage."
Oscar looked embarrassed. "Boss Dai, after all, we're classmates. You'll make the new kid resent me."
"Stop talking nonsense! Watch out, I'll hit you."
Oscar had no choice but to use his effeminate and limp voice.
"I have a big sausage!"
At this moment, Xiao Wu and Tang San, who were enjoying their sausages, had their faces change drastically.
"Ugh..."
Xiao Wu's face flushed red after vomiting, looking delicate.
Seeing this, Tang San's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and he activated his "red rage" switch, staring intently at Oscar.
"He... how could he? Xiao Wu even ate it! Xiao Wu hasn't even eaten it yet!"
He summoned his Spirit, the Blue Silver Grass, and was about to say, "You've already got yourself killed!"
Dai Mubai quickly stopped Tang San. "We're all classmates. Besides, it's just a manifestation of Spirit power. It's just a similar appearance. It's nothing serious!"
With Dai Mubai's persuasion, Tang San calmed down a bit. He glared at Oscar fiercely, but inwardly, he was trying to console himself.
"That's fake! Fake! Xiao Wu's first one must be mine!"
Then, after scolding Oscar a few times, Dai Mubai led Tang San and the other four back to the academy.
Arriving at a testing area, Dai Mubai spoke to the examiner and led the four to the final test.
"Teacher, why are the four of them allowed to enter the fourth round without taking the test, while we have to pass every round?" a boy asked, unconvinced.
"If your Spirit Power is above level 25, you can proceed directly to the fourth stage. But yours is only level 21, so honestly pass each one."
The students were incredulous. How could someone reach level 25 Spirit Power at just 12 years old?
Dai Mubai cursed and tossed the test crystal to Tang San and the other three. After the test was complete, he led them away.
Liu Yanyang, following behind them, couldn't help but sigh.
"Level 25 at 12 years old? You need at least level 8 Innate Spirit Power to achieve that!"
Along the way, Dai Mubai boasted about Shrek Academy to the four, using the same tricks he had used to trick them.
However, when he mentioned the most successful person becoming the youngest elder in the Spirit Hall, he noticed that Ning Rongrong's expression remained unchanged, as if she was still listening.
Liu Yanyang was quite puzzled. Tang San and the others were country bumpkins, so it was natural for them to be fooled. But Ning Rongrong was the future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect. Even if she was playful, she couldn't have been unaware of such a thing.
If Ning Fengzhi knew about this, he would be so frightened that he would immediately re-evaluate his relationship with the Spirit Hall.
Liu Yanyang looked up at the sky.
"Either there's something wrong with this 'sky'?"
"Or Ning Fengzhi knew about it beforehand, but he still secretly guided Ning Rongrong to this scam academy. I'm afraid there's a big secret behind this!"
Following Dai Mubai, they arrived at an open space about two hundred meters away.
A middle-aged man of average build and appearance, but very strong, was dozing on a recliner.
"Teacher Zhao, I'm bringing someone to the fourth level assessment."
Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and looked at Tang San and the other three. "Yes, there are four this year, and they're all exempt from the test."
He then had Dai Mubai explain the rules of the competition, giving Tang San and the other three time to discuss.
Liu Yanyang found a clean spot, his lips curled slightly. Without the Dragon Whisker Needle, he wondered what Zhao Wuji would do to that little jerk.
A few minutes later, Zhao Wuji lit an incense stick, and the competition officially began.
Zhao Wuji took the initiative, charging directly at the group.
After Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing dodged, Tang San used Blue Silver Grass to bind Ning Rongrong and retreated.
Tang San seized the opportunity to activate "Mother's Entanglement" to bind Zhao Wuji. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing charged forward, unleashing their Spirit abilities.
After a series of elaborate maneuvers, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing rushed forward, unleashing their Spirit abilities. Awesome! The damage was zero!
Perhaps unable to withstand the innocuous attack, Zhao Wuji's first Spirit ring ignited, a burst of golden light erupting, sending Xiao Wu and the other two vomiting blood and flying back.
Tang San immediately caught Xiao Wu. Seeing her spitting blood in his arms, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his "Red Rage" about to activate.
At that moment, Xiao Wu, suppressing the pain, unleashed her second Spirit ability—Charm.
Zhao Wuji was briefly restrained, but recovered instantly.
Xiao Wu, without a sound, collapsed into Tang San's arms, blood pouring from her mouth and nose.
"That old rabbit is truly foolish!"
"Gangzi is also a complete loser. He didn't even tell this idiot that low-level Spirit masters can't use spiritual skills against high-level Spirit masters!"
"No, isn't she a hundred-thousand-year-old transformed Spirit beast? She even knows that ten-thousand-year Spirit rings can have spiritual shock effects. There's no way she wouldn't know the dangers of spiritual skills!"
"Could this be a tea rabbit?!"
Seeing Xiao Wu bleeding from all three orifices and unconscious, Tang San heartbrokenly put her down.
"Red Rage" activated, staring intently at Zhao Wuji, and Tang San began the famous "bet" scene.
"Teacher Zhao, let's play again. Win, we all pass. Lose, we withdraw."
The others nodded in agreement, and the match resumed.
"Teacher Zhao, be careful!"
Then, ten cold beams emanated from Tang San's fingers, shooting towards Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and abdomen. Remarkably, each of these strikes landed in the same spot, each targeting a vital area. Scimitars, locust stones, gold coin darts, bone-piercing nails—all manner of hidden weapons flew in Tang San's halo of flower rain, some flying straight, some diagonally, some circling behind him, but all with a single ultimate target: Zhao Wuji's body.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Liu Yanyang sighed. An ordinary Soul King would have been wiped out instantly.
Zhao Wuji's entire body shone with golden light, preventing any hidden weapons from even approaching.
Tang San continued to unleash wave after wave of hidden weapons, soon piling up on the ground.
But it was just a tickle for Zhao Wuji, who had an extremely strong defense. Zhao Wuji was extremely unhappy when he saw Tang San jumping up and down.
The fourth Spirit ring under his feet lit up, locked onto Tang San, and rushed straight towards him.
Tang San, who couldn't dodge in time, could only summon the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit in his left hand, and while Zhao Wuji was not paying attention, hammered him on the right cheek.
At the same time, he was slapped away by Zhao Wuji. The two fell to the ground at the same time. Zhao Wuji covered his red and swollen old face, and saw Tang San lying quietly beside him with his left cheek swollen and two bloody teeth.
He just said, "You have passed the test," and left in a hurry.
Seeing the little punk who might not even recognize his own mother, Liu Yanyang couldn't help laughing.
At the same time, he also mourned for Zhao Wuji silently!
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