Have You Ever Been Kicked by Light?
9: Chapter 9: Speed Is Power!
Have You Ever Been Kicked by Light?
Chapter 9: Speed Is Power!
Have You Ever Been Kicked by Light?
Rank 76.
Soul Saint.
Tang San’s heart sank.
He had guessed that Teacher Zhao was no ordinary person, but he hadn’t expected him to be this powerful.
A Rank 76 Soul Saint—forget a few Soul Grandmasters like them, even a group of Soul Ancestors wouldn’t be enough for him to beat with one hand.
One incense stick…
But Tang San quickly suppressed the shock in his heart.
He turned to the others beside him.
“Everyone.” Tang San lowered his voice.
“Teacher Zhao is a Rank 76 Soul Saint.
None of us can possibly defeat him alone.
Our only chance of lasting through one incense stick is to work together.” Zhu Zhuqing was silent for a moment before giving a slight nod.
Ning Rongrong, however, snorted coldly and turned her head away.
Not only did she turn away, but she also took a step back.
Her meaning couldn’t have been clearer.
Cooperate?
Not a chance.
“Hey!” Seeing this, Xiao Wu immediately became furious.
She pointed at Ning Rongrong and snapped, “Are you even reasonable?
Xiao San is kindly trying to discuss this with you.
How can you refuse to listen to anything he says?” “So what?” Ning Rongrong raised her chin, her tone arrogant.
“I don’t need you, and I don’t need to cooperate with you.” She had Ning Que.
That was enough.
Xiao Wu was so angry that her braids nearly stood on end.
She was about to say something when Tang San placed a hand on her shoulder.
Tang San glanced at Ning Rongrong, then at the golden-haired boy on her back.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul was the strongest auxiliary-type martial soul on the continent.
But the auxiliary was still auxiliary.
It had no combat ability.
If this young lady had the confidence to reject cooperation, there were only two possibilities.
Either she was too arrogant and had no idea how high the heavens were, or the boy on her back really was powerful enough to give her absolute confidence.
Tang San was more inclined to believe the latter.
“In that case, the three of us will work together.” Tang San withdrew his gaze and stopped dwelling on it.
He turned to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing and quietly began discussing their strategy.
Zhao Wuji took everything in.
He raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Ning Rongrong for a moment.
Mubai had already whispered her background into his ear.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The strongest auxiliary sect on the continent, with an extraordinarily noble status.
But no matter how noble her status was, once she entered Shrek Academy, she still had to follow Shrek’s rules.
Besides, someone had already spoken to him about her.
And furthermore…
Zhao Wuji’s gaze settled on Ning Rongrong.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.
The strongest auxiliary-type martial soul on the entire continent.
In a team battle, the first person to eliminate was always the auxiliary-type soul master.
Yet this girl wasn’t seeking protection from her teammates.
Instead, she was deliberately separating herself from the group.
She might as well have written the words “Come hit me” across her face.
Even with the prior warning, he couldn’t go too hard on her.
But teaching her a little lesson was perfectly fine!
Soon, half an incense stick had passed.
“Little ones.” Zhao Wuji rolled his neck, his thick bones cracking loudly.
A malicious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Have you finished discussing your strategy?
Because once you have, we’re starting.” The moment he finished speaking— A tremendous aura suddenly erupted from his body.
Simply by releasing his soul power, his figure seemed to swell several times larger in everyone’s eyes.
Every muscle on his body bulged like it had been forged from iron.
And in Zhao Wuji’s eyes, after passing over Tang San and the others, his first target was that proud girl carrying the boy.
“Boom!” The ground exploded into a shallow crater.
Zhao Wuji’s massive body shot toward Ning Rongrong like a cannonball.
He hadn’t even used a soul skill.
It was nothing more than pure physical strength, yet the force of the wind rushing toward them made their faces sting.
“Move!” Tang San shouted.
Blue Silver Grass shot explosively from his palm.
Xiao Wu lowered her body, her scorpion braid sweeping through the air in a graceful arc.
Zhu Zhuqing’s figure blurred slightly where she stood, and her first soul ring had already lit up.
But none of them were fast enough.
Not even close.
With Tang San’s experience, he could only roughly deduce that Zhao Wuji’s first target would definitely be the auxiliary-type soul master, and he had formulated a series of countermeasures around that assumption.
But Zhao Wuji was simply too fast!
Even though he hadn’t used any soul skills, they couldn’t keep up!
In the blink of an eye— That fan-like hand was already in front of Ning Rongrong.
His five fingers spread wide enough to completely cover her shoulders.
Ning Rongrong didn’t panic in the slightest.
She lightly touched the ground with the tip of her foot.
Her entire body drifted backward three feet like a willow leaf caught by the wind.
Zhao Wuji’s massive hand swept past the edge of her clothes.
The force of the wind lifted several strands of her hair, yet it didn’t even touch a single one.
“Huh?” Zhao Wuji let out a surprised sound, a trace of astonishment flashing through his eyes.
That kind of speed wasn’t something a rank 29 auxiliary-type soul master should possess.
He had heard that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had specialized training in escaping and evasion.
Looks like the rumors were true!
A grin spread across his face.
He stomped heavily on the ground, and his massive body surged forward again at an even greater speed.
In an instant, his enormous shadow once again enveloped Ning Rongrong.
She remained completely calm.
She even raised her chin and let out a disdainful snort through her nose.
Then a lazy voice drifted into Zhao Wuji’s ears.
“Speed is power…” The voice wasn’t loud.
It sounded as though the speaker had only just woken from a deep sleep, carrying a hoarse trace of drowsiness.
“…Have you ever been kicked by light?” A blinding radiance suddenly erupted.
There was no warning.
No buildup.
It was as though the sun itself had descended upon the battlefield in that instant.
Everyone’s vision was swallowed by pure white light!
Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass stopped in midair.
Xiao Wu’s forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.
She instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes and gritted her teeth.
“What the hell?!
It’s so bright!” Zhu Zhuqing’s figure, which had already entered stealth, was completely exposed beneath the brilliant light.
She froze in astonishment and instinctively looked toward the center of the radiance.
A streak of light flashed past.
“BOOM—!” A dull, thunderous impact exploded through the air.
After that deafening boom came the sharp crack of splintering wood, the rustling of flying thatch, and finally the heavy thud of something smashing violently into the ruins.
The light faded.
Everyone opened their eyes.
Tang San immediately looked toward the source of the noise.
His pupils contracted.
At the back of the training ground, a wooden house that had previously been crooked but at least still standing had now collapsed almost completely.
Its thatched roof had caved in at an angle.
The wooden beams had snapped into several pieces, and amidst the flying debris, a thick arm emerged from the ruins, pushing away the wooden boards pressing down on its owner.
Zhao Wuji sat in the rubble, covered in wood chips and thatch.
A trace of stunned disbelief still lingered on his face.
He had been kicked flying.
He hadn’t used any soul skills.
He had indeed relied solely on his physical strength.
But he was a Rank 76 Soul Saint.
The Immovable King, Zhao Wuji.
Even without releasing his martial soul true body, his physical defenses were not something an ordinary soul master could shake.
Yet just now, he had genuinely been kicked more than ten meters through the air and sent crashing through a wooden house.
Zhao Wuji slowly rose from the ruins and brushed the wood chips from his body.
He wasn’t injured.
But his gaze was firmly locked onto the golden-haired boy standing in the center of the field.
In fact, he wasn’t the only one.
Everyone’s eyes had turned toward the same place.
The boy who had been sleeping from beginning to end.
He had finally pushed himself upright from Ning Rongrong’s back.
His golden hair shimmered softly beneath the sunlight, several loose strands falling over his forehead and partially covering his newly opened eyes.
He stretched lazily.
His spine cracked softly from top to bottom.
Then he raised a hand and yawned before rubbing the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.
His expression made him look as though he had just woken from a long afternoon nap and couldn’t understand why the outside world was making so much noise.
Ning Que’s sleepy eyes were only half-open as he lazily swept his gaze across everyone present.
Tang San.
Xiao Wu.
Dai Mubai.
Zhao Wuji in the ruins.
His gaze lingered on Zhu Zhuqing for a moment longer.
After all, he could feel that same strange stirring as well.
“Boring…” End of Chapter