Douluo: Two brothers in douluo

"Teacher Zhao, oh Teacher Zhao, I already gave you a chance!" Dai Mubai thought to himself.

Honestly, even if Zhao Wuji didn't injure Tang San during the exam, Tang Hao would still find an excuse to beat him or Flender up later, and then conveniently leave Tang San in their care.

Tang Hao: Zhao Wuji, get over here and kneel! Do me a favor!

Absolutely absurd.

During the assessment, Zhao Wuji never used excessive force and remained very controlled.

So how did Xiao Wu get injured?

She, a Grand Spirit Master, decided to use mental attacks on a Spirit Saint. It would've been surprising if she hadn't been backfired on! That was reckless, plain and simple.

As for Tang San, challenging Zhao Wuji—a former outlaw—wasn't much smarter. Even so, Zhao Wuji never truly harmed him.

"He looks younger than that teacher we met at admissions. Could he be a Spirit King?" Xiao Wu murmured, glancing at Zhao Wuji, who was still sitting with his eyes closed, feigning calm.

Dai Mubai: "…"

Zhao Wuji's eyelid twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and for a moment, the veins on his forearm bulged.

What, just because he was younger than Li Yusong, his spirit power couldn't surpass his?

"Teacher Zhao is not a Spirit King. On the contrary, his strength has already reached the level of a Spirit Saint," Dai Mubai said with a shake of his head.

"A Spirit Saint?"

Tang San and Xiao Wu exclaimed in unison.

There was actually a Spirit Saint-level powerhouse in this humble little Shrek Academy? And he even looked relatively young…

Tang San, in particular, was deeply moved.

He knew that their Holy Spirit Village was so named because it had once produced a Spirit Saint-level powerhouse.

For Tang San, Zhao Wuji represented the kind of legendary figure their village revered!

Xiao Wu's face turned pale. If even a teacher—or rather, the vice headmaster—was already a Spirit Saint, then what about the headmaster? Could he be a Spirit Douluo?

"Th-then… is there a Spirit Douluo-level powerhouse at Shrek Academy?" Xiao Wu's voice trembled slightly as she asked, shrinking back a little.

If there really were a Spirit Douluo here, running away while there was still time seemed like a good idea.

Dai Mubai had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Whether or not there was a Spirit Douluo in Shrek Academy, six years ago, Xiao Wu, you were already exposed!

"You think Spirit Douluo-level powerhouses are as common as cabbages?"

"Teacher Zhao is a Level 76 Assault-type Battle Spirit Saint. His spirit is the Vigorous Vajra Bear."

"As for the headmaster, I can only tell you that he's a Level 78 Agility-type Battle Spirit Saint. There are no Spirit Douluo-level powerhouses at Shrek Academy."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu finally patted her chest in relief, exhaling deeply.

"Phew, good thing there aren't any Spirit Douluo-level powerhouses."

She muttered softly under her breath.

"You don't have much time left. Let me be blunt—none of you stand a chance. Even if you were all Spirit Kings or Spirit Emperors, you'd still struggle to beat Teacher Zhao…"

Dai Mubai gave Tang San and the others a basic overview of Zhao Wuji's capabilities.

"What?! Don't tell me he's that Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King?"

Ning Rongrong, who had been quiet all this time, gasped instinctively.

The name "Immovable King Zhao Wuji" was one she had definitely heard before.

Tang San turned toward Ning Rongrong in confusion.

"You've heard of him?"

This girl's martial spirit strongly resembled the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda that his teacher had described. Her background was clearly far from ordinary.

"Mm," Ning Rongrong nodded, her expression betraying her unease.

"It's said that the Immovable King, Zhao Wuji, once offended the Spirit Hall. Back then, over a dozen Spirit Emperor-level powerhouses surrounded him, but he still managed to break through their siege, leaving them empty-handed."

"That was more than a decade ago, and at the time, the Immovable King was only at the Spirit Emperor level. Who would've thought that he's been hiding here in this tiny Shrek Academy all along…"

"Interesting…"

Ning Rongrong trailed off, her words hanging in the air.

Lying nearby, Zhao Wuji furrowed his brows. This girl's tone seemed a little… presumptuous.

Something felt off—very off.

"The incense is almost burned out. Aren't you going to discuss your strategy?"

Dai Mubai's voice broke the group out of their thoughts.

He was right—this wasn't the time to be listening to stories. The assessment was about to begin, and they needed to come up with a plan to endure a full stick of incense against Zhao Wuji.

As for actually defeating a Level 76 Spirit Saint, no one except Tang San entertained such a notion.

Since Tang San and Xiao Wu were the only ones familiar with each other, the rest of the group was still hesitant.

Tang San took the lead, stepping forward to break the silence.

"I'm Tang San, martial spirit Blue Silver Grass, Level 29 Control-Type Grand Spirit Master."

"Xiao Wu, martial spirit Soft Bone Rabbit, Level 29 Assault-Type Grand Spirit Master," Xiao Wu said, still slightly dazed and less enthusiastic than usual.

"Ning Rongrong, martial spirit Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Level 26 Support-Type Grand Spirit Master."

"Zhu Zhuqing, martial spirit Netherworld Spirit Cat, Level 27 Agility-Type Grand Spirit Master."

Hearing that Tang San's martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, yet he had managed to reach Level 29, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were visibly surprised.

Indeed, the Douluo Continent was full of wonders.

After the brief introductions, Tang San shot a thoughtful glance at Ning Rongrong before speaking.

"I'm a control-type spirit master. How about I direct our battle strategy?"

His suggestion was met with a nod from Xiao Wu.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong: "…"

Apparently, their opinions didn't matter since the decision had already been made.

Still, it wasn't unreasonable. Control-type spirit masters were typically the core of a team, so it made sense for Tang San to take charge.

"Ning Rongrong, can you tell me what attributes your two spirit abilities enhance?"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda martial spirit provided attribute boosts that scaled with the user's power—20% for the first spirit ring, 30% for the second, and so on.

However, directly asking someone about their spirit abilities the moment they met was considered borderline suicidal on the Douluo Continent.

To put it in Tang San's words: That's a great way to get yourself killed.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong didn't mind. She figured he'd find out soon enough anyway.

"My two spirit abilities enhance strength and speed by 30% each."

At that moment, Zhao Wuji stood up.

"Ready, little monsters?"

The incense had burned out.

Of course, they weren't ready, but Tang San steeled himself, nodded, and said, "Teacher Zhao, we're ready."

"Don't call me 'teacher' yet. Save it for after you pass the assessment!"

As Zhao Wuji spoke, he lit another stick of incense with the same casual flick, tossing it onto the wall where it landed beside the burned-out one.

"Zhuqing, be careful. I don't want you to get hurt," Dai Mubai murmured as he stepped aside, passing by Zhu Zhuqing.

"Really, golden-haired guy? Now of all times…" Xiao Wu began to complain but suddenly noticed something odd.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded in response.

What was that supposed to mean?

(To be continued…)