Zhou Wujie's speed suddenly accelerated, seemingly taking only one step to arrive in front of Tang San. His massive palm rose up, and the second soul ring on his body lit up simultaneously. With a loud laugh, his palm transformed into gold under the infusion of the soul ring, doubling in size as it slapped towards Tang San.

  Xiao Wu was still in Tang San's arms at this time, and naturally, Tang San couldn't let her take the hit for him. He hastily pulled her away, but this simple action caused him to lose his chance to dodge.

  At this moment, the second soul ring on Xiaowu's body lit up, her eyes suddenly turned blood red, staring straight at Zhao Wujie.

  Zhao Wuji only felt a dizziness in his mind, and under the shock, this palm strike naturally slowed down, and his soul power also weakened by half. The golden light in his eyes burst out, "Good, it's actually a confusing type of soul technique."

  Xiao Wu's eyes flashed with red light, matching Zhao Wuji's golden light. In an instant, they both let out no sound, directly fainting into Tang San's arms. Their mouths and noses simultaneously bled.

  Tang San almost subconsciously took advantage of this brief respite, his feet treading the Ghost Shadow Steps as he escaped Zhao Wuji's attack range.

  Zhao Wuji's palm didn't actually fall, he didn't want to hurt these children.

  "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu." Tang San anxiously called out several times, hastily pouring his internal energy from the Clear Sky Hammer into Xiao Wu's body. However, Xiao Wu didn't show any signs of movement.

  Zhao Wuji did not pursue again, standing there and saying: "She's fine, the effect of the Soul Confusion Technique is good, but her soul power is far inferior to mine. Due to the backlash of her own soul power, it can only be this result. Just like the poisonous xìng on your Blue Silver Grass that has no effect on me. Let her sleep for a night and she will recover tomorrow."

  His gaze shifted to Ning Rongrong, and Zhao Wuji smiled: "No need for me to take action again, huh? Little girl of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. You've lost. The few of you are still too weak. Can't even withstand a single incense stick's time. This is the gap in strength."

  Embracing the soft and fluffy little dance, Tang San slowly raised his head. His black eyes had no emotions, but were very deep.

  He held Xiaowu and slowly turned around, walking in front of Ning Rongrong, "Can I trouble you to take care of Xiaowu for a bit?"

  Ning Rongrong was taken aback for a moment, then withdrew her Seven Treasured Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul and pulled Little Dance into her arms. Although her martial soul was auxiliary in nature, all soul masters had soul power, so their bodies were naturally much stronger than ordinary people's; hugging Little Dance, a little girl, wasn't anything difficult for her.

  Xiao Wu was handed over to Ning Rongrong, and Tang San turned around and walked towards Zhao Wuji.

  Zhao Wuji was taken aback, "What, you still want to continue? I'm afraid you can't even withstand my first attack. My second soul ring technique, Great Strength Golden Fist, isn't that easy to defend against."

  Zhao Wuji would not refuse the four children in front of him from joining Slark Academy just because that incense had not burned out. On the contrary, the strength displayed by these few children made him extremely surprised. Not only did each one have a special talent, but they were also able to coordinate with each other so tacitly without having practiced together before. Their future prospects are boundless. Compared to the academy's only three students, they are stronger, not weaker.

  He said those last words a bit harshly, not wanting these children to become arrogant because of their natural talent. In the past, Shrek Academy wasn't without examples of people becoming complacent due to pride and slowing down in their progress later on. Zhao Wuji didn't want these good seeds in front of him to go astray. He just didn't think that Tang San would actually come back, and this courage alone made Zhao Wuji greatly admire him.

  Tang San shook his head and said, "I'm not going to continue with this exam in front of you."

  Zhao Wuji said somewhat disappointedly: "So you're saying you've given up?"

  Tang San shook his head again, "No, I hope to have a serious fight with you. Everything starts anew. Please light another incense stick. If I can persist for the time of one incense stick, then please allow us four to enter Shrek Academy together."

  Chao Wuji gazed at Tang San with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression, saying: "What if you can't hold on? Don't forget, earlier the four of you went up together and ultimately still lost."

  Tang San could make decisions for himself and even for Xiao Wu in front of him, but he couldn't replace the other two. He turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

  At this time, Zhu Zhuzheng's dislocated arm had been put back in place by Dai Mubai, and she was now awake, but her breathing was weak. Although she didn't want to stay in Dai Mubai's arms, she no longer had the strength to get up.

  Ning Rongrong smiled slightly at Tang San, "Tang San, we are comrades-in-arms. Since childhood, Father has taught me that I must not abandon my comrades. In the worst case, we can leave together, anyway, we have already lost the test. The DìDū Academy will definitely not refuse us."

  Tang San looked at Zhu Zhuqing again. Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have lost the strength to speak, but she propped up her own body and nodded slightly towards Tang San.

  Although it was only the first meeting today, the trust of his companions seemed to have given Tang San an unparalleled power. Turning around, he faced Zhao Wuji again, "If I lose, then we'll leave together."

  Zhao Wujie looked at the children in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he liked them. He burst out laughing: "Good, good! Let me see what other powers you have hidden to resist my attack. As you wish."

  The third incense stick was lit again and inserted into the ground nearby.

  Tang San stood there with his feet shoulder-width apart, his body's power slowly gathering. At this point, he had no intention of hiding his true strength anymore. Xiao Wu's injury and unconsciousness had a huge impact on his emotions, and his heart was filled with self-blame. As an older brother who failed to protect his younger sister, if he couldn't avenge her, what right did he have to be called "older brother"?