Douluo: Infinite Lottery System

Except for Zhao Wuji, everyone stared at Xiao Tianyang with wide eyes, as if he was a ghost. Even Tang San and Xiao Wu couldn't hide their shock.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you want to challenge the Vice Dean by yourself? He's a Spirit Sage!" Oscar exclaimed, swinging his arms in disbelief.

Tang San hesitated before speaking up. "Brother Tianyang, isn't this a bit too...?"

Xiao Tianyang waved his hand nonchalantly. "This is my business, not yours. If you have time to argue with me, you should be discussing how to deal with him."

Hearing this, Tang San could only sigh and shake his head, walking back to the others without saying another word. Years of knowing Xiao Tianyang had taught him that he was a carefree and easy-going person, always kind to others, though occasionally playful. Above all, he kept his word—once he made up his mind, no amount of persuasion would change it.

"Boy, I like your spirit," Zhao Wuji chuckled, his face lighting up with a grin. "But don't expect me to go easy on you when the time comes."

"I wouldn't want you to," Xiao Tianyang replied with a smile as he stepped aside.

In a short time, Tang San and the others had devised their strategy. Xiao Tianyang listened closely, nodding to himself. Despite the huge power gap, their plan made sense. Tang San would control the field and protect Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu would be the main attacker, and Zhu Zhuqing would support her.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji stood up from his chair, his voice deep. "Time's up, children. Let me see what you're capable of!"

As soon as he spoke, a stick of incense flew from his hand, lighting itself and sticking to the ground. In an instant, Tang San and his group spread out. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing flanked each other, while Tang San positioned himself in front of Ning Rongrong.

Behind him, a voice rang clear. "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

A multicolored pagoda appeared in Ning Rongrong's hands, surrounded by a mist of seven colors, like a celestial pagoda descending to the mortal world—elegant and magnificent. At the same time, two soul rings rose, glowing brightly.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, first: Power!"

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, second: Speed!"

Three beams of light shot out from the pagoda, landing on Tang San and the others, enhancing their strength and speed.

"As expected of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan," Zhao Wuji murmured, his eyes gleaming with interest.

Zhao Wuji stepped forward, heading straight for Ning Rongrong. Tang San's pupils narrowed as he silently cursed, realizing something was wrong. But his reaction was quick—he used Blue Silver Grass to bind Ning Rongrong's waist and pulled her behind him. He then moved in front, ready to protect her.

Xiao Wu leaped forward, aiming a kick at Zhao Wuji's chest, while Zhu Zhuqing used her agility to twirl mid-air, aiming for the back of his neck.

But Xiao Tianyang, observing from the side, shook his head. "It's useless. It's all about technique. The real issue is their lack of strength."

As expected, Zhao Wuji shook his arms, and easily knocked the three of them away. But Xiao Wu, the main attacker, only performed a few acrobatic flips in mid-air before landing and immediately attacking again. Her kicks were blocked one after another.

"Little girl, you don't have much strength," Zhao Wuji said, extending his hand to strike.

Just when Dai Mubai and the others thought Xiao Wu would retreat, they saw a smile spread across her face.

Xiao Wu extended two fingers and moved toward Zhao Wuji's palm.

"What is she trying to do?!" Dai Mubai, who was also watching, was shocked. Not only him but even Zhao Wuji was taken aback. This was an attack that could easily be avoided, one meant simply to push Xiao Wu back. Zhao Wuji hadn't pulled his strength back, so if Xiao Wu moved forward like this, she would likely suffer from broken bones and tendons!

"You're underestimating Xiao Wu," Xiao Tianyang suddenly laughed, understanding what everyone missed. It was precisely because others expected failure that Xiao Wu's actions would lead to a surprising result.

Then, the unexpected happened! Xiao Wu lightly flicked her fingers toward Zhao Wuji's wrist, and a wave of weakness surged into his body. No matter how hard he tried, Zhao Wuji's hand couldn't move forward even a single inch.

He didn't see any sign of force from Xiao Wu, she only gave a subtle flick of her wrist, and in the next moment, Zhao Wuji was sent crashing to the ground with a painful grimace.

Oscar's mouth fell open, utterly speechless. "This…"

Xiao Tianyang raised his hand and gently supported Oscar's chin, speaking with a grin. "Teacher Zhao's strength is indeed impressive, there's no doubt about that."

"But if he unknowingly returns his strength to his opponent, it ends up backfiring."

"This doesn't seem like a spirit skill, does it?" Dai Mubai questioned, still unable to understand, since no soul ring had been seen lighting up.

"It's just a fighting technique," Xiao Tianyang explained.

"What did you teach her?" Dai Mubai asked, still curious.

"Well, what do you think I taught her?" Xiao Tianyang replied.

"Could you teach me?"

"Sure, but you'll have to pay more for that!"

"..."

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji, still lying on the ground, hadn't managed to get up. At that moment, Tang San's first soul ring lit up.

"First Spirit Skill: Blue Silver Bind"

Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Zhao Wuji's limbs—his thighs, arms, shoulders, and other vital points. Although Zhao Wuji could easily break free due to the level difference and the nature of Blue Silver Grass, he was still on the ground. If Zhao Wuji were standing, this soul skill wouldn't even last two seconds. But lying down, it held him for at least five seconds!

Soon, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing closed in on him. Their movements were swift, their punches and kicks landing on Zhao Wuji's body, causing muffled impacts.

But after a short while, there was a loud, muffled sound as Zhao Wuji's power exploded. The ground beneath him cracked, and a shockwave exploded outward, instantly disintegrating the offensive momentum of Tang San and the others.

Xiao Wu, unwilling to give up, pushed herself forward with determination, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

Xiao Tianyang's gaze narrowed slightly. "Things are about to get bad."

"Vice Dean's nickname is Motionless Bright King," Dai Mubai said, his voice tense. "Mental attacks are completely ineffective on him. And when the level gap is this large, a backfire could occur!"

As if on cue, Xiao Wu let out a groan, and before anyone could react, she was flung through the air. Zhao Wuji seized this opportunity, slapping his palm forward, and a golden palm print rushed toward the group!

The distance was too close, and Tang San and the others had no room to dodge. They couldn't retreat either, as Ning Rongrong was directly behind them.

If Zhao Wuji held back, they would be fine. But if he attacked—everyone would be doomed.

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