Douluo Continent, I've brought the entire Dragon King.

Chapter 11: We're all Soul Saints, why am I the only one getting beaten up?

Xiao Wu tugged at Tang San's sleeve, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Third Brother, who do you think will win between them?"

Tang San frowned slightly as he looked at the two figures facing off across the street.

"Both of them have the same spirit ring configuration, and both are seven-ring spirit saints..."

Tang San pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's hard to say."

Xiao Wu tilted her head and looked at him.

"But I'd prefer the other teacher to win."

Tang San paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Why?

"Because we want to join that college."

Tang San glanced at the dilapidated Shrek Academy on his left.

"If he wins, we will share in his glory."

Xiao Wu thought about it and realized it made sense; her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"That's true. That academy will definitely regret eliminating you, Third Brother."

When she said this, her tone was as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She didn't think that Tang San's elimination was his own fault at all. Level 29, Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, at this age, to be able to cultivate to this level, there is probably no one else like him on the entire continent.

Being eliminated can only mean that the college was blind to its value.

"By the way, Third Brother, why were you eliminated? I passed, how could you not?"

Xiao Wu leaned closer and lowered her voice.

Tang San's expression darkened slightly; he didn't want to answer the question.

"That college is just pulling strings behind the scenes."

Tang San said something casually and then changed the subject.

"Look, they're about to make their move."

Xiao Wu glanced at him and wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

Their gazes returned to the other side of the street.

At this moment, a large crowd had already gathered around.

Parents who had just registered, students who had been eliminated, and passersby all craned their necks to look in this direction, their faces showing a mixture of tension and excitement.

Two Soul Saints fighting in the street—you might not see such a scene even once in your entire life.

"They've really started fighting..."

"That big guy looks intimidating, can that pretty boy on the other side handle it?"

"They're both at the seventh ring, so they should have a chance, right? But that big guy's martial spirit looks like it's a strength-type, so he'll definitely have the advantage in close combat..."

The murmurs rose and fell, but everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhao Wuji and Wu Changkong.

Zhao Wuji stopped wasting words.

He took a step forward, and a section of the bluestone ground beneath his feet shattered. He raised his right arm, and his enormous bear paw was covered with a thick layer of golden light, with five fingers like five iron pillars.

"Second Soul Skill, Mighty Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low roar and thrust his right palm forward.

A golden palm print shot out from Zhao Wuji's palm with overwhelming force, heading straight for Wu Changkong's face.

Wu Changkong looked at the golden palm print without any emotion in his eyes, and raised his right hand.

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly rang out, and a long sword of pure ice blue appeared in Wu Changkong's hand. With a flick of his wrist, Wu Changkong sent the Heavenly Frost Sword tracing a graceful arc through the air.

"The first soul skill, Frost Mark."

Countless icy blue sword energies burst forth from the Heavenly Frost Sword, densely packed and intertwined like a spider web.

Those sword energies were as thin as silk, yet incredibly sharp, forming layers upon layers of sword nets in the air.

The golden palm print of the Mighty Vajra Palm collided with the sword net.

"laugh--"

There was no explosion, no loud noise.

The golden palm print seemed to have struck a sharp net, cut by thousands of sword energies, instantly shattering into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could react, the icy blue sword threads had already descended upon him, each one carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Zhao Wuji dared not be careless and immediately released his defensive soul skill.

"First Soul Skill, Immovable King Body!"

A burst of golden light erupted, and a dense golden light shield suddenly appeared around Zhao Wuji's body.

The golden light deflected some of the icy blue sword threads, but many still managed to penetrate the light shield, leaving tiny wounds on Zhao Wuji's body.

Zhao Wuji looked down at his arm and saw several white scratches with beads of blood seeping from them.

It wasn't deep, but it hurt a lot.

The wounds inflicted by the sword threads sent shivers of icy cold through him, the chill seeping into his body and slowing his movements.

"This guy..."

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

Both were seven-ring Soul Saints, but the opponent's strength... seemed to be much stronger than he had expected.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and stopped holding back.

"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Enhancement!"

The purple spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly glowed, and an invisible force spread outwards from him.

Wu Changkong's body suddenly sank.

The force was like an invisible hand pressing his body down, his feet seemed to sink into the mud, and each step required several times more effort than usual.

"I won!"

Zhao Wuji was overjoyed and strode towards Wu Changkong.

His plan was simple: first, use gravity enhancement to limit his opponent's speed, then get close and finish the fight with the Mighty Vajra Palm.

Zhao Wuji rushed to Wu Changkong, raised his bear paw, and slammed it down.

But just as the bear's paw was about to fall, Wu Changkong moved.

His body paused only slightly, and then, as if the weight had been lifted, his figure suddenly became light.

The Heavenly Frost Sword twirled in his hand, its icy blue light drawing a graceful arc to deflect Zhao Wuji's bear paw.

Zhao Wuji felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, which knocked him back several steps.

He steadied himself and stared wide-eyed at Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong had already spread out his body, maintaining a distance of three zhang between himself and Zhao Wuji.

The Heavenly Frost Sword was raised above his head, and the third spirit ring lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, Heavenly Frost Slash."

Wu Changkong made a virtual slash from afar, and the Heavenly Frost Sword cleaved down from above.

A beam of ice-blue sword light, over ten meters long, shot out from the tip of the sword, carrying an incomparably sharp edge, heading straight for Zhao Wuji.

Wherever the sword light passed, the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into ice crystals, which then fluttered down.

A deep furrow was plowed into the ground, and gravel and dust were swept up by the shockwave of the sword's edge and scattered to both sides.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed.

"The Body of Acala! Open!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and his golden light surged, making the golden light shield even thicker, almost becoming a solid object.

At the same time, he crossed his arms in front of him, curling up into a ball.

"boom--!"

The icy blue sword light slashed fiercely at Zhao Wuji, and a terrifying shockwave spread outwards, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.

The parents who were watching were pushed back several steps by the blast wave, and some of them who lost their balance sat down on the ground.

Zhao Wuji's feet sank deep into the ground, and he was pushed backward seven or eight meters by the sword light, leaving two deep grooves in the ground.

Zhao Wuji was panting heavily, deep sword wounds on both arms, blood dripping down. His face was pale, but the ferocity in his eyes intensified.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Compression!"

Zhao Wuji gave Wu Changkong no chance to catch his breath, and his fifth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

Wu Changkong's body suddenly froze.

This time, it wasn't pressure coming from above, but rather a squeezing force coming from all directions simultaneously. Under the pull of that force, Wu Changkong's body was uncontrollably propelled toward Zhao Wuji.

A cruel smile spread across Zhao Wuji's lips.

Come here!

He raised his right palm, golden light gathering in it, ready to deliver a fatal blow the moment Wu Changkong got close.

But the moment Wu Changkong was drawn over, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He did not resist the pulling force.

Instead, he used that force to accelerate, thrusting the Heavenly Frost Sword straight forward.

At the tip of the sword, a dazzling icy blue light condensed.

Use someone else's strength against them.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply; it was too late to stop his attack.

"laugh--"

The tip of the Frost Sword pierced Zhao Wuji's chest.

A white frost spread rapidly from the tip of the sword, covering Zhao Wuji's entire chest at a visible speed, then spreading to his shoulders and arms...

Zhao Wuji felt as if his blood was about to freeze.

His body began to stiffen, his movements became slower and slower, and the circulation of his soul power became sluggish.

"not good!"

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and desperately tried to break free by channeling his soul power, but the chill was too intense, like an invisible chain that held him firmly in place.

Wu Changkong sheathed his sword and took two steps back.

He looked at the layer of white frost on Zhao Wuji's body and shook his head slightly.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Frost Whisper."

The fourth spirit ring lit up.

The Heavenly Frost Sword suddenly enlarged, its icy blue blade expanding more than tenfold, transforming into a gigantic blue ice sword that hovered in mid-air.

The giant sword was formed entirely of ice, with intricate patterns flowing across its surface, radiating a chilling aura.

Zhao Wuji raised his head and looked at the giant sword hanging above his head, his pupils contracting sharply.

"wait--"

Before he could finish speaking, the giant sword fell.

"Bang--!!!"

With a dull thud, a large crater several meters in diameter was smashed into the bluestone ground, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Zhao Wuji was slammed into the pit, lying face up, his body covered in layers of frost, as if he were frozen in an ice cellar.

He struggled twice but couldn't get up.

Immovable King Zhao Wuji, a seven-ring Soul Saint, lost.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the towering man lying on the ground.

"This...this is it?"

"My god, that blue-haired guy is way too strong!"

"They're both seven-ring rings, so why is there such a big difference?"

Tang San stood across the street, his expression frozen.

He had initially thought highly of Zhao Wuji, believing that since this teacher from Shrek Academy was so ruthless, he must possess considerable strength.

But the result?

Zhao Wuji was on the receiving end of all the beatings.