Zhao Wuji heard Lin Fan's words and couldn't stay calm.
This kid is really arrogant?
Zhao Wuji decided to put some pressure on these rookie Soul Masters.
"Mubai, tell them about my strength."
Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and smiled coldly.
"Teacher Zhao. Do I really have to say it?" Dai Mubai didn't think it was very necessary.
Ning Rongrong's lips curled up slightly, clearly holding back a laugh. She couldn't help but mutter to herself that this foolish teacher was truly interesting.
Not just Ning Rongrong, everyone else's expressions were also very strange.
It was like a fierce dog showing off its strength to a lion.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up?"
Zhao Wuji urged Dai Mubai.
"Alright!"
Dai Mubai could only nod "Teacher Zhao is a Rank 76 Soul Saint. His Martial Soul is Vigorous Vajra Bear. a Battle Soul Saint. He is vice-dean of the academy, and his overall strength is second only to the dean."
"Oh. So he's a Soul Saint."
Ning Rongrong feigned surprise.
Even Zhu Zhuqing, whose expression has always been cold, had a strange look flash in her eyes.
If it had been before, she would have been shocked.
But she had already seen a Title Douluo-level powerhouse like the Four Absolute Haotian Douluo, so a Soul Saint was just… alright.
Zhao Wuji on the other hand was stunned.
What kind of attitude was "Oh"? Was this the attitude a group of teenagers should have?
"Forget it, Mubai, you don't need to explain to them anymore."
"They won't shed tears until they see the coffin."
Zhao Wuji clenched his fists and rotated his neck. His bones began to crackle.
"Teacher Zhao. Please be careful…"
Oscar, who had been silent, spoke up.
Before he could finish, Zhao Wuji interrupted him.
"How can you be like Dai Mubai? Is there someone you like among these people?"
"Don't worry, I'll be careful not to hurt them."
Zhao Wuji said with a frown.
Sigh.
Let him be.
Oscar didn't know what else to say.
Zhao Wuji pulled out an incense stick. Lit it up. Then he tossed it aside, embedding it in the ground.
"I'll defeat you first."
Zhao Wuji said as he stared at Lin Fan. Then he bent down and exerted force.
The Phantom of Vigorous Vajra Bear appeared behind his back.
Seven dazzling Soul Rings rose simultaneously: Two Yellow, Two Purple, and Three Black.
Boom!! Dust flew everywhere as Zhao Wuji shot out like a cannonball, charging fiercely towards Lin Fan. The ground he stepped on even showed a layer of fine cracks.
"Is this kid scared silly?"
Zhao Wuji approached Lin Fan at an extremely fast speed, but the latter remained still.
In reality, Lin Fan wasn't moving because there was no need to move.
His own speed was too broken. Zhao Wuji looked fierce, but neither his strength nor his speed was worth Lin Fan's attention.
"No different from a crawling turtle."
This was Lin Fan's assessment of Zhao Wuji.
Boom!
Like a clap of thunder. Lin Fan counterattacked.
A fist arrived first, landing squarely on Zhao Wuji's face.
Immediately after, under everyone's gaze, Zhao Wuji flew backward at an even faster speed.
How could this be?
How could he possess such speed and strength?
Zhao Wuji was utterly bewildered.
Boom!
Traversing a hundred meters, Zhao Wuji crashed heavily into the wall.
Immediately after, the wall collapsed, raising thick clouds of dust.
Lin Fan, on the other hand, was as calm as a lake, as if he had just swatted away an ant.
"Hiss."
"Too strong!"
"Is this the might of a Titled Douluo?"
Everyone present, except for Ning Rongrong, was seeing a Titled Douluo in action for the first time, and they were greatly shocked.
Especially Dai Mubai and Oscar, who had suffered greatly under Zhao Wuji. They couldn't imagine that Teacher Zhao, who was like a devil king, would be sent flying by a single punch.
This was truly too shocking!
Xiao Wu on the other hand became even more fearful.
"Cough, cough, cough."
A violent coughing sound came from afar.
Then, Zhao Wuji's figure emerged from the dust.
He looked at Lin Fan and asked "Kid, Tell me who is helping you."
His gaze constantly swept over everyone, trying to find some clue.
'Who is helping him?' Zhao Wuji thought in his heart.
"Stop looking, I'm the one who attacked you." Lin Fan stated.
"Just you? Kid, I don't believe it."
Zhao Wuji shook his head disdainfully.
Are you kidding? This person in front of me is at most seventeen or eighteen years old. Even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, how strong can he be?
A Soul Ancestor should be enough, right?
As for a Soul King...
That's impossible.
An eighteen-year-old Soul King, even Haotian Douluo, the former number one genius of the Douluo Continent, can't achieve that.
But, the next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted, revealing a look as if he had seen a ghost.
The True God's Thunder Haotian Hammer appeared in Lin Fan's hand. Nine Red Soul Rings emerged from beneath his feet.
In the Dark. Tang Hao became stunned.
Haotian Hammer. That was Haotian Hammer.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji was going crazy.
"No, impossible, this must be an illusion!"
He raised his hand and slapped himself hard, trying to clear his mind.
Slap!
A wave of soreness spread throughout his body.
However, The person in the distance still had Nine Red Soul Rings pulsating around him.
"Titled Douluo?"
Zhao Wuji uttered in disbelief.
In his heart he accepted the truth.
"Now, do you still think there's a problem?"
A smile appeared on Lin Fan's face. He gently waved his hand, and thunder exploded in the sky.
A powerful Soul Power pressure instantly descended upon Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain.
"I… I believe it."
Drip. Drop. Large beads of sweat continuously rolled down from Zhao Wuji's forehead. He hurriedly said "Zhao Wuji had no intention of offending Your Excellency."
"Ignorance can be forgiven."
Lin Fan replied. But then he added "Let's continue, there's still more than half an incense stick's time left."
Again?
Zhao Wuji immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Are you kidding?
Unless I, Zhao Wuji, am out of my mind, I wouldn't fight a Titled Douluo.
However, Lin Fan shook his head "That won't do. This is the assessment requirement and it can't be changed."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji shivered. Are you a devil?
Subconsciously, he wanted to turn and run away.
But, would Lin Fan give him the chance?
"First Soul Skill: Thunder Pool!"
Lin Fan's first Soul Ring lit up.
Streaks of lightning appeared out of thin air, encompassing Zhao Wuji.