Duolou: After taking advice, I became Supreme!

"This just never ends," Zao Wou-ki muttered to himself, growing increasingly angry. He decided it was time to teach the two prickly troublemakers in front of him a lesson. Using his right hand to shield his face, he struck out with his left palm toward Tang San's chest.

Of course, he didn't use much force. After all, despite the losses he had suffered, he only intended to make a small payback, just enough to ease his frustration.

Importantly, Zao Wou-ki had already retracted his Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, Gravity Crush, or Tang San would have been crushed to death despite Yun Feng's second soul skill resisting it.

Bang, bang! Two muffled grunts echoed at almost the same time.

Tang San's body was sent flying by Zao Wou-ki's palm, and one of the grunts naturally came from him. While airborne, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

After all, Tang San had exhausted all his energy and strength in his earlier attacks. Now, nearly at the point of collapse, how could he endure Zao Wou-ki's strike? It was a wonder he hadn't passed out.

Bang — the other grunt belonged to Zao Wou-ki.

Originally, he thought Tang San's attack was just another one of his hidden weapons. Surely, blocking Tang San's hammer swing would be easy, right?

But as the hammer hit his palm, Zao Wou-ki realized something was wrong.

The small hammer was unexpectedly powerful. Despite Zao Wou-ki channeling his soul power in time, his initial carelessness, coupled with the effects of the Mandala Snake's poison and the pain on his body, left him slightly short of power.

The hammer struck his palm, which in turn smacked into his face. Blood immediately gushed from his nose, and as his hand scraped against his face, it left him looking like a mess, as if he had fallen into a paint shop.

The blow left him momentarily dazed.

The small black hammer, after delivering its strike, vanished quietly.

Yun Feng, still floating in the air, didn't react much upon seeing Tang San collapse and cough up blood. He simply thought to himself that Zao Wou-ki was in for a hard time.

Tang San slowly stood up, coughing out another mouthful of blood. Though he was seriously injured, no one who looked at him could believe Zao Wou-ki had won this battle.

Of course, this wasn't to say Zao Wou-ki lacked strength.

After all, he had been fighting students, and he was wary of truly injuring Yun Feng and Tang San, which held him back. He was also curious to see just how far the two could go.

Zao Wou-ki specialized in strength, not tracking. Yun Feng's Blue Silver King had already caused him significant trouble, as had that strange weapon that appeared and disappeared unpredictably, impossible to avoid even when heard. On top of that, Tang San's hidden weapons were both sudden and meticulously calculated. This combination caught the overconfident Zao Wou-ki off guard, leading to his humiliation.

Had he fought with full power from the start, using his fifth soul ring skill, Tang San would have been killed instantly. The difference in their power was simply too great.

Zao Wou-ki sighed, looking at his bloodied body. He shook his head and admitted, "You win. Time's up. You've passed the test and can join the academy."

Everyone watching stared at Zao Wou-ki, covered in blood, with a sense of disbelief.

Two people had managed to hold off a Soul Saint, even if that Soul Saint hadn't used his full power. But they had still managed to hold him off, hadn't they?

At this moment, Yun Feng slowly descended, completely unscathed. If he had sustained any injuries, they were from the earlier clash with Zao Wou-ki, but he had already recovered.

Zao Wou-ki gazed at Yun Feng and couldn't help but marvel.

"I really don't know how you've trained, kid. At your age, with this level of soul power and combat prediction... You don't seem like a power-type soul master, more like a versatile soul master."

Yun Feng responded to Zao Wou-ki's remark with a calm smile and said, "Maybe. But facing a powerful soul master like you, we naturally had to give it our all!"

Zao Wou-ki, feeling somewhat better after Yun Feng's subtle compliment, let out a small sigh.

But when he didn't see the person he was looking for, he shouted, "Oscar! Oscar! Bring me a sausage and a lap cheong!"

His voice carried far, and just as Zao Wou-ki thought it would take some time, several teachers, along with Oscar, emerged from behind a large tree.

Seeing them arrive so quickly, Zao Wou-ki's face immediately darkened.

"You weren't watching the whole time, were you?" he asked.

Lu Qibin, Shao Xin, Li Yusong, and Oscar exchanged glances before shaking their heads. But the smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths betrayed them.

Zao Wou-ki sighed, helpless. He could do nothing. In frustration, he turned to Oscar, saying, "Brat, you want to be punished?"

Zao Wou-ki's voice was slightly slurred, a result of the poison he had suppressed with his soul power. But his tongue had still swollen from the poison's initial hit.

Oscar, terrified by Zao Wou-ki's words, hurriedly handed him a sausage. He had suffered enough today and just wanted to tend to his injuries as quickly as possible. Afterward, he would have to warn these students not to spread the story of his defeat.

As for the academy teachers, he trusted they wouldn't speak of it, lest his reputation as the Unmovable King be ruined.

Initially, Oscar hadn't wanted to come. After all, he had already been through a rough ordeal. But the commotion from the academy was too loud to ignore. When he came out and realized it was an entrance exam, he couldn't believe how violent it was.

Hiding behind the tree, he had been too ashamed to show himself. But when the other teachers arrived and found him there, he had no choice but to stay.

To their surprise, they had witnessed Zao Wou-ki being beaten. It was unbelievable!

Zao Wou-ki ignored the onlookers and, without hesitation, gobbled down the sausages Oscar handed him. Almost immediately, his complexion improved.

Oscar's large sausage healed his injuries, while the small lap cheong expelled any lingering effects. Both foods had incredibly practical uses.

The paralysis from the Mandala Snake's poison slowly faded, but the pain from his injuries caused Zao Wou-ki's face to twitch involuntarily. Looking down, he noticed several walnut-sized lumps on his body, each radiating sharp, excruciating pain.

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