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Chapter 425 Stealing Two More Hidden Weapons from Tang 3
Chapter 425 Stealing Two More Hidden Weapons from Tang San
Zhao Wuji's Vajra Palm attack on Zhu Zhuqing was not as powerful as when he attacked Tang San; in fact, it was deliberately weakened.
When he attacked Tang San, he was angry because he was dissatisfied with Tang San, which is why he attacked a little too hard.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji would naturally not treat Zhu Zhuqing the same way he would treat Tang San.
First of all, Zhu Zhuqing did not offend him.
Although her previous attacks were equally cunning and ruthless, they were attack methods unique to agility-type Soul Masters, and there was nothing to criticize about them.
However, the hidden weapons and poisons that Tang San used were clearly not the methods a Soul Master should use. Although this could be considered a manifestation of strength, it was wrong to use them with resentment and killing intent during the assessment, intending to kill him.
On the contrary, Zhu Zhuqing was much more normal. She was just participating in the assessment and launching attacks normally, unlike Tang San who was crazy, resentful and murderous.
Secondly, Zhu Zhuqing is an agility-type Soul Master, which is a weakness in defense. She is naturally weaker, even weaker than Tang San, who is a control-type Soul Master.
In addition, he had admired Zhu Zhuqing from the very beginning.
So naturally, I'll be gentler.
Zhao Wuji deliberately reduced nearly half of the force of the Vajra Palm, only hoping to leave Zhu Zhuqing without the strength to fight again.
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Just as the Vajra Palm was about to strike Zhu Zhuqing, a faint smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's rugged face, which was tinged with purplish-blue.
To his surprise, the Mighty Vajra Palm ultimately failed to strike Zhu Zhuqing as intended; instead, it was lightly deflected to the side by a slender and powerful hand.
This is similar to the method Tang San used at the very beginning of the assessment.
The seemingly long and powerful hand opposite him landed on his own Vajra Palm, but it felt as light as nothing.
However, when he concentrated his soul power in his palm and slapped forward, it felt like he was using the wrong force, as if he had slapped cotton, without any sense of hitting anything substantial.
What's even more surprising is that Zhao Wuji was astonished to find that the force he had thrown out actually returned along the same path, passing through the meridians of his palm, wrist, and arm, and was directly transmitted to his body.
This palm strike felt as if he were attacking himself.
Zhao Wuji struck out with a palm, then retreated. The one who blocked his palm was none other than Ye Qifeng, who had been watching from the sidelines the whole time.
In response to Zhao Wuji's powerful Vajra Palm, Ye Qifeng did not reveal his level 72 Soul Saint cultivation. He simply used the Tai Chi techniques of using force to deflect a thousand pounds and the Qiankun Great Shift to borrow force to strike back.
Zhao Wuji's Vajra Palm slid to the side and struck the air, demonstrating the effect of Tai Chi's "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds".
As for the force that Zhao Wuji felt, it was a manifestation of the Qiankun Great Shift, using the opponent's force against them, and using their own methods against them.
All of the attacks from the Vajra Palm were redirected and diverted by Ye Qifeng, who transformed the Yin and Yang energies and directly channeled them back to attack Zhao Wuji himself.
After catching Zhao Wuji's attack, Ye Qifeng reached out and put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, then floated and leaped more than ten meters away, leaving the area covered by Zhao Wuji's third soul skill, Gravity Field.
After stumbling back several steps, Zhao Wuji finally managed to completely dissipate the force of the attack that had been transmitted back, and stopped his retreating steps.
After stopping, he abruptly raised his head, a hint of anger on his face, and glared fiercely at Ye Qifeng opposite him:
"Why are you interfering with our academy's assessment? Don't you know our academy doesn't allow it?"
Suddenly, he paused for a moment.
Wait a minute, isn't this kid just an ordinary person?
How could someone possess such strength?
Although I reduced the force of my Vajra Palm by half, it still had an attack power of at least Soul Master level. He was actually able to withstand it and even reflected the attack power back at me.
Moreover, he seemed to be able to ignore my third soul skill and walk freely in the field with enhanced gravity.
A series of questions popped into Zhao Wuji's mind. He was filled with doubt and also felt somewhat surprised.
So this kid is that strong?
But why can't I sense any soul power fluctuations from him?
Hmm, perhaps they used some kind of secret technique or skill to hide their soul power aura, which is why it couldn't be sensed.
Holy crap, this kid's playing dumb to fool everyone!
Upon realizing this, Zhao Wuji suddenly understood and finally realized that Ye Qifeng was not as simple as he seemed on the surface; his strength was probably already above that of a Soul Master.
"Teacher Zhao, the assessment is over."
Ye Qifeng had no idea what Zhao Wuji was thinking. After putting Zhu Zhuqing down, he pointed to the incense sticks stuck in the ground next to him and gestured to Zhao Wuji.
"Is the assessment over?"
Zhao Wuji was visibly stunned for a moment, then glanced at the ground beside him in the direction Ye Qifeng was pointing.
Sure enough, the incense stick had burned out completely, and the ash had all fallen to the ground, leaving only the last wisp of white smoke, which was now gradually dissipating with the breeze.
"Haha, so the time has come."
Zhao Wuji raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, smiled awkwardly, then coughed twice, looked at Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, and said somewhat indistinctly with a swollen tongue:
"You have passed the fourth test. From today onwards, you are officially students of Shrek Academy."
After saying that, he pointed to Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were lying unconscious on the ground:
"Yes, both of them too."
Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Ning Rongrong, who had been anxiously waiting beside him, finally breathed a sigh of relief and then cheered:
"Yay, great! I finally passed the test!"
A slight smile appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's usually cold face.
"Zhu Qing, well done."
Ye Qifeng didn't hold back his praise, patting Zhu Zhuqing's little hand and complimenting her.
Upon hearing Ye Qifeng's praise, Zhu Zhuqing's smile widened and became even more beautiful. Feeling the lingering warmth around her waist, her face suddenly flushed.
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"You're quite strong, kid. You actually managed to block my attack. You must have reached the Soul Master realm, right?"
At this moment, Zhao Wuji strode up to Ye Qifeng and asked in a muffled voice.
The kid in front of me is obviously a little monster, but unfortunately he's too old. He looks even older than that little rascal Mu Bai, so he doesn't meet Shrek Academy's admission requirements.
Otherwise, if the age is right, he could be a good prospect.
Ye Qifeng smiled faintly at Zhao Wuji's question, neither confirming nor denying.
Seeing that he smiled without saying anything, Zhao Wuji didn't mind and cheerfully suggested:
"So, how about it? Interested in coming up and sparring with me?"
Zhao Wuji is now quite interested in Ye Qifeng, a guy whose strength is unknown, and wants to find out what level his cultivation has reached.
Ye Qifeng lowered his head slightly, glanced at Zhao Wuji, and gently reminded him:
"Well, Teacher Zhao, I think you should get some treatment first."
"Teacher Zhao, your face..."
Ning Rongrong, standing beside him, pointed at Zhao Wuji's rugged face and exclaimed in a sweet voice.
Zhao Wuji's face had turned a bluish-purple color, and the color was even showing signs of deepening.
What happened to my face?
Zhao Wuji reached out and touched his stubble-covered face. Apart from a slight numbness and swelling in his tongue, he felt nothing else unusual.
"Teacher Zhao, you've been poisoned."
At this moment, Dai Mubai, carrying Tang San and Xiao Wu on his arms, limped over. Looking at Zhao Wuji, whose face was covered in bruises, he wanted to laugh but dared not, and quickly reminded him.
Zhao Wuji then remembered that he still hadn't cleared the deadly poison left by that bastard Tang San from his body.
Moreover, in the remaining assessment, he also used his third soul skill, Gravity Enhancement.
The sudden eruption of soul power within the body and the surging of blood and qi inevitably caused a breach in the suppression of the toxins by the soul power. The toxins then intensified their invasion through the surging blood and qi, and at this moment they have probably already spread to every part of the body.
Upon thinking this, Zhao Wuji was instantly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. Suddenly feeling dizzy and unsteady, he quickly called out to Dai Mubai:
"Mu Bai, hurry, hurry, call Oscar here for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji could no longer hold on and fell straight to the side.
Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly abandoned Tang San and Xiao Wu, rushed forward to support Zhao Wuji, and then activated his soul power, amplifying his voice as he shouted loudly:
"Oscar, Oscar, come quick! You've got a customer!"
A deep, resonant voice, imbued with soul power, instantly echoed throughout Shrek Academy. Soon after, Oscar's distinctively soft voice approached from afar:
"Where is the business? Where is the business?"
Oscar himself came running over, panting, and quickly appeared in front of everyone, though he seemed a little weak.
Upon seeing Oscar appear, Dai Mubai, who was supporting Zhao Wuji's muscular physique, waved to him:
"Little Ao, over here."
"Boss Dai, did you call me?"
Oscar rushed over, catching his breath, and glanced at Zhao Wuji, whom Dai Mubai was supporting, before asking in surprise:
"Huh? Who are you hugging? They look kind of familiar."
Dai Mubai nodded and said very quickly:
"Quick, get one of your big sausages and one of your small sausages. Teacher Zhao has been poisoned."
"Wow, is this Teacher Zhao?"
Oscar blinked his captivating eyes in shock.
He knew Zhao Wuji's strength very well; he was a level 76 Soul Saint. Who could possibly hurt him and poison him, turning his face blue and purple?
"Five copper soul coins each, don't forget to pay later."
Oscar was puzzled, but said nothing or asked any further questions. His eyes lit up with joy, and he immediately activated the little soul power he had just recovered, chanting two obscene soul incantations in succession:
"I have a big sausage!"
"I have a little sausage!"
Two spirit rings flashed around Oscar's body, and light condensed in his hand. A fragrant sausage and a small sausage only as thick as a little finger appeared in his palm one after the other.
He then handed it to Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai didn't hesitate either. After taking it, he immediately pried open Zhao Wuji's swollen mouth and stuffed the large sausage and small sausage inside.
This made Ye Qifeng, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, who were standing nearby, twitch their eyelids and couldn't bear to look at it.
"Little Ao, bring two more big sausages, they're injured too."
After feeding Zhao Wuji the large and small sausages, Dai Mubai pointed to Tang San and Xiao Wu lying on the ground and gave an order to Oscar.
"Uh, Boss Dai, I'm sorry, I've exhausted my soul power and can't do it."
Oscar shrugged and said weakly.
Just now, Ye Qifeng, that big customer, paid a gold soul coin. To express his gratitude for the other party's generosity, he squeezed out all the soul power in his body and condensed it into a large sausage and a small sausage, which he then gave to the other party.
Only a little over fifteen minutes have passed, and Oscar's soul power has not recovered much. Condensing one large sausage and one small sausage is already his limit, and he has no way to make another large sausage.
Unless he has time to meditate and recover his soul power.
"What? You can't figure it out?"
Dai Mubai's lips twitched involuntarily. He suddenly remembered that Oscar had apparently sold all the large and small sausages to that pretty boy, Ye Qifeng. "Why don't you go ask that handsome guy for a couple?"
Oscar clearly noticed Dai Mubai's twitching face. With his clever mind, he seemed to realize something, and immediately raised his peach blossom eyes, pointed in the direction of Ye Qifeng, and encouraged him.
"You talk too much."
Dai Mubai glared at Oscar.
Although he considered Tang San a brother, it was impossible for him to ask Ye Qifeng for two recovery sausages.
He didn't want to go to their door and be humiliated.
Oscar gave an awkward smile and explained:
"That handsome guy bought all my big sausages, but I'm sure he hasn't finished eating them yet. I just saw him put them away. He has a storage soul tool in his hand."
Dai Mubai glanced at him with a wicked look and coldly ordered:
"Go and get two big sausages from him."
"Uh, okay."
Oscar was stunned. He wanted to refuse, but under Dai Mubai's cold threat, he backed down and could only obey his orders, walking towards Ye Qifeng.
Soon, Oscar arrived in front of Ye Qifeng and pointed to Tang San and Xiao Wu, who were lying motionless on the ground with a trace of blood clearly remaining at the corner of their mouths:
"Brother, could you give me two of those healing sausages I sold you before? They're injured and need two sausages to heal their wounds."
Seemingly afraid that Ye Qifeng would refuse, Oscar added another sentence:
"I can buy them with money, five copper soul coins each at the original price, how about that?"
Paying money to buy sausages he made himself, that's really something else. Oscar pulled out ten copper soul coins from his pocket with a pained expression.
"Oh? You want giant sausages to help them heal their injuries?"
Following the direction Oscar pointed, Ye Qifeng glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu. He knew, of course, that Oscar's request to restore the giant sausage was at Dai Mubai's behest.
"Yes."
Oscar nodded quickly.
"sure."
Ye Qifeng nodded slightly, but then changed the subject and said:
"But I don't want money; I need to exchange it for something else."
Oscar's expression faltered slightly:
"No money? Then what do you need?"
Ye Qifeng smiled slightly, not answering him immediately. He walked to the spot where Tang San had fallen not long ago, picked up two items from the ground, and then spoke:
"Since you asked for the sausages for the two of them, then let them exchange them with something of their own. These two hidden weapons are mine."
The two hidden weapons that Ye Qifeng picked up were the mechanical hidden weapons that Tang San had dropped from his body after being slapped twice by Zhao Wuji and turned into a whirlwind of fire.
Insinuating attacks and crossbows with tightly wrapped floral patterns!
As for the hidden weapon, such as the dagger, that Tang San had in his shoe, we'll leave it be.
after all
He has athlete's foot.
(End of this chapter)