Clearly, Zhu Zhuqing recognized Dai Mubai at a glance. Seeing her fiancé reduced to such a state, she felt both angry and desperate.
soon.
Zhao Wuji frowned, clearly displeased with the farce unfolding before him, and said in a deep voice.
"Alright, we can talk about personal matters later! Are we still going to take the assessment?"
The pressure from the Soul Saint level erupted once again, making everyone breathless.
Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing his panic and embarrassment, and looked at Zhao Wuji.
"Let's take the exam!"
He knew that now was not the time to dwell on personal matters; passing the assessment and getting into Shrek Academy was the most important thing.
Xiao Wu also composed herself, but her gaze toward Tang San remained icy. She gripped Fu Qin's arm tightly, as if she had grasped a lifeline.
Ning Rongrong watched this scene with curiosity, her eyes darting back and forth between Tang San, Fu Qin, and Xiao Wu, a smile of amusement playing on her lips.
Fu Qin stood in the middle, sensing the emotional fluctuations from all sides, and felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
Dai Mubai's appearance not only completely intensified the conflict between Tang San and Xiao Wu, but also made Zhu Zhuqing completely disappointed in Dai Mubai, which was a double win for him.
Looking at Xiao Wu, who was clinging to Fu Qin's arm and looking heartbroken, Tang San felt ashamed and wanted to disappear.
He knew that if he wanted Xiaowu's forgiveness, he needed to treat her a thousand times better and be loyal to her!
Next, as long as he successfully passes Zhao Wuji's test, his foundation at Shrek Academy will be secure.
He looked at Zhao Wuji, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes.
"Dean Zhao, we are ready." Fu Qin's voice was calm but carried a hint of confidence as he looked directly at Zhao Wuji. "Please show mercy."
Zhao Wuji looked at Fu Qin in front of him, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"You've got some guts. Good. Now that you're prepared, the test will begin!"
Three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—instantly rose beneath his feet, unleashing the aura of a Soul Saint. The air in the entire assessment arena seemed to freeze. A tough battle was about to begin.
The tactics for dealing with Zhao Wuji are almost unchanged from those in the original work.
It was only with the addition of Fu Qin, a relatively unknown figure.
Tang San uses Blue Silver Grass for control, Ning Rongrong uses Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for support, and Fu Qin, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing are the main attackers.
This strategy may seem conventional, but with his three major buffs, his chances of winning will only increase infinitely.
Fu Qin caught a glimpse of Ning Rongrong clenching her little fists, her eyes full of anticipation. Her favorability rating on the panel had already reached 78 points, an increase of 13 points from before.
"Attack!" Tang San shouted, and Fu Qin, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing rushed out at the same time.
Fu Qin's third soul skill, "Heavenly Eye - Construction," was activated instantly, and the state of oneness with heaven and man slowed down everything around him.
The frequency of Zhao Wuji's muscle tremors, the trajectory of his soul power flow, and even the flaws in the rise and fall of his chest when he breathed were all clearly presented before his eyes.
【Tianmu - Structure: Enhanced five senses by 100%, dynamic visual locking, weakness detection +80%】
With a flick of his left hand, he activated his first soul skill, "Hundred Refinements: Transformation into Objects," and nine black iron flying knives flew out from the soul tool at his waist. With a flash of silver light, they were precisely controlled by his second soul skill, "Divine Mechanism: Object Manipulation."
These nine throwing knives were carefully tended by him. Each one had been tempered by him using alchemical gloves, making them far sharper than ordinary cold weapons and reaching the level of magical artifacts.
Although Tang San knew he had this equipment, he had never seen him use it in actual combat. At this moment, seeing the throwing knife hovering like a living thing, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Rongrong, give me more power and speed!" Fu Qin shouted.
Ning Rongrong responded immediately, and the phantom of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda appeared in her palm, with two dazzling beams of light shooting towards Fu Qin.
"Brother Fu Qin, catch!" Pink soul power merged into Fu Qin's body, and his strength attribute on the panel instantly surged by 20%, and his speed increased by 20%.
The "Fate Begins and Ends" buff took effect, and the sweet and urgent cry of "Brother Fu Qin" increased Fu Qin's favorability by another 5 points, breaking through 83 points.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass erupted simultaneously, with countless vines bursting from the ground and wrapping around Zhao Wuji's legs.
"Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, attack his lower body!" he shouted, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Fu Qin.
Fu Qin skillfully maneuvered nine throwing knives, precisely avoiding Zhao Wuji's defenses and targeting his joints, armpits, and behind his ears—his blind spots—each attack perfectly timed.
Even more strangely, Fu Qin channeled his soul power through his fingertips, and after getting close to Zhao Wuji, he lightly touched his shirt.
"Hundred Refinements - Transformation" is activated once again!
Zhao Wuji's coarse cloth clothes instantly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny strips of cloth, which were controlled by "Divine Mechanism - Object Control".
Like tiny knives, they burrowed into the seams of his clothes, penetrating deeper and deeper into his flesh.
"Damn it!" Zhao Wuji roared, his soul power suddenly bursting outwards, shattering the strips of cloth on his body and the Blue Silver Grass that had wrapped around him.
He was shirtless, his bronze muscles covered with fine bloodstains, all from the cuts inflicted by the strips of cloth earlier.
But at the very moment his soul power erupted, Fu Qin's Heavenly Eye - Structure had already captured the key.
Three inches to the right of his lower back, the flow of his soul power was noticeably sluggish, which was precisely his weak point!
"Third Brother, control him one more time!" Fu Qin shouted, while giving Xiao Wu a wink.
Xiao Wu understood immediately. She activated her Soft Bone Rabbit martial spirit, transforming into a pink lightning bolt as she pounced on Zhao Wuji, wrapping her legs around his neck.
"Brother Tang, hurry!" she shouted, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Fu Qin gathering his soul power, so she subconsciously slowed down her movements to give Fu Qin an opportunity.
On the panel, Xiao Wu's favorability towards him has soared to 440 points.
Tang San gritted his teeth and activated the Blue Silver Grass again. This time, the vines were even thicker and tightly wrapped around Zhao Wuji's arms.
He watched Xiao Wu's seamless cooperation with Fu Qin, feeling both angry and helpless.
Even though he was Xiao Wu's husband in her past life, in this life, Xiao Wu's eyes and heart are filled with Fu Qin.
Especially Ning Rongrong's affectionate way of addressing Fu Qin just now, it felt like a needle pricking his heart, but he was helpless to do anything about it.
He did indeed do something that hurt Xiao Wu.
The moment Zhao Wuji was entangled, Fu Qin made his move.
His figure moved like a ghost behind Zhao Wuji, and a gentle yet strangely powerful soul force gathered in his palm.
It was the "Love Massage" that he had been secretly practicing for a long time!
"Get it!"
With a gentle press of his fingertips against Zhao Wuji's vital point, a fine thread of internal energy mixed with soul power instantly invaded his body, precisely vibrating his glands.
Zhao Wuji's furious expression suddenly froze, his pupils dilated, and the ferocity on his face was gradually replaced by a strange sense of comfort. All the muscles in his body relaxed, and his soul power fluctuations instantly decreased by 20%.
"What...what kind of weird move is this?"
Zhao Wuji felt weak all over, and an extreme sense of comfort spread from his lower back. It was as if his limbs and bones were soaking in warm water, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.
Fu Qin pressed his advantage relentlessly, flashing forward and striking Zhao Wuji three times in succession at different acupoints, each time hitting the area where glands were clustered precisely.
As the effects of the Love Massage accumulated, Zhao Wuji's soul power fluctuations weakened, and the comfort on his face turned into a blank expression.