Chapter 62: Who Says the Desert Eagle Can’t Compete with Hidden Weapons?

At this moment, Yun Feng understood that Zhao Wuji was using his first spirit ring ability, the "Immovable King Body."

Although it was just a century-old spirit ring, the same spirit ability had different effects depending on the power behind it. With a spirit power of level seventy-six, the skill from this century-old spirit ring was still highly effective.

Both offensive and defensive, it immediately broke through Yun Feng and the others' combined attack. This was the true power of a Spirit Saint.

Ning Rongrong was also extremely anxious. The incense stick was only halfway burned, but her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda only had auxiliary abilities and didn't include healing. She only had two spirit rings, so the effects were limited, no matter how anxious she was.

All she could do was pin her hopes on Yun Feng.

However, when Yun Feng met Ning Rongrong's gaze, he showed no expression. He had his own calculations in mind. After all, it was clear that Tang Hao was definitely watching this entrance exam closely. Although Yun Feng intervening wouldn't change much, he knew Tang San's temperament.

There was bound to be a scenario where the weaker overcame the stronger, and all Yun Feng needed to do was play his part. However, he had no intention of letting Tang San be the only one to gain favor. After all, Yun Feng had his own secret weapon in his storage spirit tool.

Who says the Desert Eagle can't compete with hidden weapons?

Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on Yun Feng's lips.

At this time, Zhao Wuji's speed suddenly increased. In what seemed like just one step, he appeared in front of the only person still standing on the ground—Tang San. Zhao Wuji raised his giant hand, and his second spirit ring lit up. With a loud laugh, his hand, infused with the power of the spirit ring, turned golden and doubled in size as he aimed a slap at Tang San.

Xiao Wu, seeing her friend Tang San about to get injured, immediately activated her spirit ability. Under Yun Feng's gaze, Xiao Wu's second spirit ring lit up. Her eyes turned blood red, staring straight at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a wave of dizziness in his head. Startled, his slap slowed down, and much of his spirit power was diminished, though his eyes shone with golden light.

"Well, well, a spirit ability that confuses the mind."

As their gazes met, Zhao Wuji's gold light and Xiao Wu's red light clashed, and with barely a sound, Xiao Wu collapsed into Yun Feng's arms, blood trickling from her nose and mouth.

Tang San, almost instinctively, seized this brief moment of respite and used his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to escape Zhao Wuji's attack range.

Zhao Wuji didn't follow through with the attack. He had no intention of truly hurting these children.

"Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu!"

Tang San anxiously called out to Xiao Wu, who was lying unconscious in Yun Feng's arms, but she didn't respond.

Seeing this sudden turn of events, Yun Feng felt a strange stirring in his heart. He had forgotten about this. A nameless rage surged within him.

Zhao Wuji didn't continue to pursue them. Standing still, he said, "She'll be fine. Confusion-type spirit abilities are effective, but the difference in our spirit power is too great. The backlash from her own power has caused this. Let her rest for the night, and she'll recover by tomorrow."

Holding the soft and unconscious Xiao Wu, Yun Feng slowly raised his head. His dark eyes were emotionless yet profoundly deep.

Yun Feng didn't enjoy playing the part of the "hidden powerhouse." But while he didn't yet have the strength to defeat "the tiger," his anger remained.

After gently laying Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing on the ground, wrapped in Blue Silver Grass, Yun Feng turned to Ning Rongrong, the only one not injured, and said softly, "Leave the rest to us. Could you please take care of them?"

Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She withdrew her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit, and Yun Feng gently placed her down.

Ning Rongrong, after being set down, took Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing into her arms. Although her spirit was auxiliary, all spirit masters possessed spirit power, so her body was naturally stronger than that of an ordinary person. Holding two girls wasn't a challenge.

Seeing this, Tang San also nodded. Everything was understood without words.

While Tang San thought Yun Feng might be interfering to stand up for Xiao Wu, it didn't affect his perception of him. After all, Xiao Wu was his closest friend, someone who had grown up with him.

Both of them turned and began walking toward Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was taken aback.

"What? You still want to continue? I'm afraid you won't even survive a single attack. My second spirit ring ability, the Great Vajra Palm, isn't something that's easy to block."

Zhao Wuji wasn't going to reject these five children from joining Shrek Academy just because the incense stick hadn't finished burning. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

The strength these kids had displayed greatly impressed him. Not only did each of them have unique talents, but they also worked together seamlessly despite not having trained as a team before. Their potential was limitless, and compared to the academy's current three students, they were undoubtedly stronger.

The only reason Zhao Wuji's last remarks were harsh was that he didn't want these talented kids to become arrogant. Shrek Academy had seen plenty of promising students stagnate because of overconfidence.

Zhao Wuji didn't want these good seedlings to go astray.

But what he hadn't expected was Yun Feng and Tang San walking back to him. This courage alone earned Zhao Wuji's admiration.

Yun Feng smiled and wiped some blood off his face. He wasn't sure if it was Xiao Wu's or Zhu Zhuqing's, but it didn't matter.

"We're not here to continue the current test," Yun Feng said.

Tang San nodded seriously beside him.

Zhao Wuji looked at them, somewhat disappointed. "So, you're giving up?"

Yun Feng shook his head.

"No, we want to challenge you again, seriously this time. Please light another incense stick. If we can hold out for the duration, all five of us will join. If we lose, we'll all leave together."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. He could see the seriousness in Yun Feng's eyes. This wasn't a joke.

Win or lose, either outcome would be awkward! What was the point of fighting?

Of course, Zhao Wuji wouldn't say this out loud. That would be embarrassing for him!

There was no way he would lose, but if the fight got too rough, he'd find a way to convince them to stay anyway. But for now, he asked seriously, "Can you speak for them?"

"Don't forget, the five of you lost last time," Zhao Wuji reminded them.

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