After saying that, Zhao Wuji seemed determined to demonstrate his disdain and strength. He actually closed his eyes again and leaned back against the creaking wooden chair, looking as though he intended to sit there and wait for them to discuss their strategy, curious to see what tricks they could come up with.
The thin stream of smoke rising from the burning incense silently marked the passage of time.
A brief silence descended upon Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong.
Tang San's mind was racing as he analyzed the situation.
Zhao Wuji was a power-type assault Soul Sage with immense strength and extraordinary defensive capabilities. His attacks were ferocious, so confronting him head-on was undoubtedly a dead end.
Lin Xia's strength was unfathomable, but they knew nothing about his actual fighting style.
The same was true for Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.
Tang San himself was a control-type Soul Master, while Xiao Wu was an assault-type Soul Master.
If they wanted to last an entire incense stick against a Soul Sage, their only hope was to cooperate closely, using control abilities to restrict Zhao Wuji while allowing Lin Xia to take the main offensive or defensive role, with Xiao Wu looking for opportunities to harass him.
However, just as Tang San had begun to formulate a rough battle strategy, and Ning Rongrong was preparing to explain the support abilities of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
"There's no need."
A calm and indifferent voice rang out, yet it carried an undeniable authority that instantly cut off everyone's thoughts before they could fully take shape.
Lin Xia stepped forward and stopped directly in front of the rising smoke of the incense.
The morning sunlight, which was not yet particularly intense, fell upon him, seemingly coating his figure with a faint golden outline.
The Tyranitar resting on Lin Xia's shoulder seemed to sense its master's intentions as well. Its small head, covered in steel-like armor, lifted slightly. Its dark golden eyes locked onto the seemingly sleeping Zhao Wuji, while a low, threatening growl escaped its throat.
"Tyran"
Lin Xia's gaze passed over the burning incense and settled on Zhao Wuji's rugged, fierce face. A faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips, but that smile was as cold as a blade.
"Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhuqing."
Lin Xia's voice clearly reached everyone's ears, his tone as steady as ever.
"Step back. You don't need to take part."
The moment those words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
Ning Rongrong's small mouth fell open in astonishment, as if she were seeing this person for the first time.
A sharp light flashed through Tang San's eyes, filled with disbelief and deep suspicion.
Was he crazy?
Was he actually planning to challenge a Soul Sage alone?
Zhu Zhuqing, however, was not surprised in the slightest. Instead, a look of complete understanding and absolute trust appeared in her eyes, as though she had expected this all along. Without the slightest hesitation, she stepped back several paces, her movements light yet decisive.
Xiao Wu could not help shouting, "Lin Xia! How can you do this alone? He's a Soul Sage!"
Although she was shocked by Lin Xia's strength, a Soul Sage was still an existence that, in her mind, a Soul King could not possibly fight.
Lin Xia did not turn around, as though he had not heard Xiao Wu's cry.
His gaze remained calmly fixed on Zhao Wuji. Beneath that calmness surged confidence as deep as an abyss and power as vast as an ocean.
Lin Xia's voice was not loud, yet it possessed a strange penetrating quality that allowed it to echo clearly through the morning air.
"As for joining forces and cooperating heh."
Lin Xia's gaze swept over Tang San and Ning Rongrong, as though seeing straight through the battle strategy that had only just begun to take shape in their minds.
"Against the Unmoving Bright King, such trouble is unnecessary for now."
His tone remained calm, yet every word carried the resounding certainty of metal striking stone.
It was as though he were simply stating an obvious fact.
"You."
Lin Xia's gaze finally returned to Zhao Wuji. Deep within those tranquil eyes, it seemed as though stars were being born and extinguished, while the cold gleam of metal flowed within them.
"Just stand by and watch."
Lin Xia paused slightly, and the cold curve of his lips deepened.
Then, one word at a time, he spoke his next sentence with a clarity that struck everyone's hearts like a warhammer.
"I, on the other hand, would like to personally find out just how powerful the legendary Unmoving Bright King really is!"
The instant his voice fell, an invisible and immense aura slowly spread from Lin Xia's body, like an ancient primordial beast awakening from a deep slumber.
It was not a wild eruption of Soul Power.
Instead, it was something far deeper and more restrained, an absolute majesty that seemed to command the veins of earth and metal themselves.
The air suddenly became heavy.
Even the fine dust and gravel on the ground began to tremble slightly, producing faint rustling sounds.
The Tyranitar, which had appeared harmless while resting on Lin Xia's shoulder, suddenly gleamed with a deep metallic sheen across its dark-gray armor.
A heavy, savage aura filled with destructive power erupted like a storm, perfectly merging with Lin Xia's own presence.
"Tyranitar!!!"
A roar filled with the sensation of tearing metal erupted like a battle horn, ruthlessly shattering the tranquility of Shrek Academy's morning!
Zhao Wuji's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
Two beams of dazzling light shot from them as though they were tangible!
The laziness and feigned sleepiness on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and battle intent!
He abruptly rose from the broken wooden chair. His burly body seemed like a mountain rising from the ground, and an even more violent wave of Soul Power, filled with primal strength, exploded outward like golden flames!
"Good! Good, kid! You've got some nerve! I'd like to see whether your bones are as hard as your mouth, you Level 58 Soul King!"
Golden light erupted from Zhao Wuji's body. Beneath the dense radiance of his Soul Power, his body expanded rapidly. His already massive muscles swelled as though inflated, stretching his clothes until they bulged tightly. Golden fur resembling a bear's mane appeared across the surface of his skin, filling him with explosive power.
At the same time, seven Soul Rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet and spiraled upward:
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
A standard seven-ring Soul Saint!
Two equally powerful yet completely different auras collided violently like two invisible dragons in the middle of the crude open space! The air was compressed, producing a deep, muffled hum.
Under the pressure of their opposing auras, the broken stones scattered across the ground silently shattered and turned to dust.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the others had already been forced backward again and again by the sudden, overwhelming pressure. They only managed to steady themselves after retreating all the way to the edge of the field.
Their faces were filled with shock. Merely the collision of their auras was enough to make these so-called geniuses feel an almost suffocating pressure!
Although Zhu Zhuqing had retreated somewhat farther away, her cold, feline eyes remained firmly fixed on the battlefield. There was not the slightest trace of fear in them, only absolute confidence in Lin Xia.
Dai Mubai's face was even paler. He shrank into a corner, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and hide from this terrifying pressure.
At the center of the field, the incense stick continued to burn slowly, its thin trail of smoke rising straight into the air. But at this moment, no one was paying attention to how much of it had burned.
Lin Xia moved.
He did not unleash any earth-shattering burst of Soul Power. He simply raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and casually pressed down toward Zhao Wuji.
Buzz—!
With this seemingly effortless movement, the earth element throughout the entire open space, no, throughout the entire farmhouse area, seemed to suddenly be imbued with a violent life of its own!
The earth began to tremble violently, like a slumbering giant turning over in its sleep!
The ground beneath Zhao Wuji's feet, along with the solid soil and rocks, seemed to be kneaded and softened by an invisible giant hand, instantly transforming into rolling, boiling grains of sand that shimmered with light!
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