Chapter 93: Zhao Wuji’s Solo Battle With Two Titled Douluos

Two figures approached Zhao Wuji, one at the front and the other at the rear. Simultaneously, soul rings began to appear around them. First, two yellow and two purple soul rings emerged. Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji sneered dismissively. Then, three black soul rings appeared, causing his expression to grow serious. It seemed that today's battle would not be something he could take lightly. When the two figures finally revealed their last soul rings—especially Tang Hao's ninth red soul ring—only one thought ran through Zhao Wuji's mind: Damn it, don't come any closer! "Titled Douluos? And two of them?" Old Zhao was completely stunned. Although he had a reputation for causing trouble, he was no fool. At most, he only ever provoked people with strength comparable to his own. But messing with Titled Douluos? That would be a death wish! The arrogant demeanor he had shown earlier vanished instantly. Zhao Wuji quickly bowed and greeted them. "May I ask which two seniors have graced us with their presence? Please, don't joke around with someone like me. How could I ever deserve to spar with you?" Yin Yang spoke coolly, "What do you mean, deserve? Earlier today, you bullied those kids quite thoroughly, didn't you? Especially my little princess. I saw it all with my own eyes." Tang Hao added, "Exactly. So now, let us bully you for a bit. Of course, you can call it us using strength to oppress the weak!" Tang Hao, protective as ever, had completely cast aside any pretense of dignity. In this regard, he was just like a few of the old men in his sect. A massive hammer appeared in Tang Hao's hand, and he began stepping toward Zhao Wuji. At that moment, Yin Yang's gaze shifted to the forest behind them. "Since you're here, come out. Did you think you could hide from us, two Titled Douluos?" As soon as he finished speaking, a figure darted out from the trees. It was a tall man wearing glasses. Upon seeing him, Zhao Wuji felt like he had found his lifeline. "Boss, these two seniors—" The newcomer gestured for Zhao Wuji to stay silent. However, even he could not withstand the overwhelming pressure of facing two Titled Douluos. He was forced to summon his martial soul: Owl. Like Zhao Wuji, he was also a Spirit Sage with seven soul rings. "Oh? You have a bird-type martial soul like me? The Owl is quite suitable for my reconnaissance hall," Yin Yang remarked. "Greetings, Your Excellency Clear Sky Douluo, and Your Excellency Thunder Hawk Douluo!" Flender gave a slight bow and saluted the two. He had summoned his martial soul only to endure the pressure; he had no intention of attacking. Zhao Wuji gasped sharply. Upon hearing his companion's words, he finally realized who these terrifying individuals were. His heart clenched. He had no idea when he had managed to offend two such monstrous figures. The black-robed man before him was none other than the Titled Douluo hailed as the strongest in raw strength within the Soul Master world. His martial soul was similar to Zhao Wuji's, but in comparison, Zhao Wuji's strength was like a flickering candle to his blazing sun. As for the Thunder Hawk Douluo, though his reputation was not as widespread as the Clear Sky Douluo's, his strength was no less terrifying. Moreover, he was an agility-based Soul Master. If he wanted to ambush Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji probably wouldn't even know how he died. The most frightening part was that these two were protectors of the number one and number two sects in the entire continent. Zhao Wuji had already ended up teaching at this academy because he had offended Spirit Hall. If he were to also offend the Clear Sky Clan and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, there truly would be no place for him anywhere on the Douluo Continent. Tang Hao glanced indifferently at the newcomer. "No need for formalities. Yin Yang and I are here to cause trouble. An Owl martial soul at level seventy-eight—so you're the main combatant of the Golden Iron Triangle, Flender, right? This Shrek Academy is yours?" Flender nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency. May I ask what offense Zhao Wuji has committed? Could you perhaps grant me some face and spare his life?" "Don't worry. We weren't planning to kill him. As long as he can endure our attacks for the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn, we'll leave. After all, my little princess was bullied. It's only natural for me to seek justice," Yin Yang said, his Thunder Hawk martial soul activating. Thunder and lightning filled the sky, distorting the heavens. Hearing this, Flender shamelessly stepped aside. He had no intention of intervening. "Since the two of you only plan to teach him a lesson, then please proceed." As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao and Yin Yang shot toward Zhao Wuji as they had teleported. Boom! Boom! Boom! "Ahhh!" A scream of misery echoed as Zhao Wuji experienced double the pain compared to the original story. Nearby, Flender, with his wings extended, couldn't help but cover his eyes and turn his head away. He couldn't bear to watch any longer. In reality, there was no need for the full duration of one stick of incense. With the combined attacks of two Titled Douluos, the entire battle lasted only three breaths of time. Poor Zhao Wuji lay sprawled on the ground, his head swollen to twice its size, his two eyes blackened, and blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. He lay there gasping for breath. After the battle, Tang Hao whispered something into the ears of Zhao Wuji and Flender before flying off with Yin Yang. Only then did Flender dare to approach and help Zhao Wuji to his feet. Zhao Wuji complained, "Flender, you're so disloyal! You just stood there watching the show! If those two had any killing intent, I'd already be dead by now." "What do you know? If they had wanted to kill you, even if I joined you, we'd still both be dead. You should be thankful that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan only sent Thunder Hawk Douluo this time. If it had been Sword Douluo, you'd at least have lost an arm or a leg. And as for Clear Sky Douluo—he's a man who dares to beat even the Pope. Do you think someone like him would hold back?" Flender retorted. "I'm so unlucky. Who would've thought that among the four kids who came for the entrance exam, two of them would be from the number one and number two sects in the world? Do you think one of them might turn out to be from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan too? If that's the case, boss, I'm resigning and running away!" Zhao Wuji had been traumatized. Flender gave him a helpless look. "Stop overthinking. Just having someone from the Clear Sky Clan and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan already makes our Shrek Academy unbelievably lucky. Forget about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan." Supporting Zhao Wuji, Flender helped him back to the academy. The night was already deep. None of the students at Shrek Academy had any idea how much had happened during this seemingly quiet evening. As for Zhao Wuji's swollen, pig-like face, it seemed it wouldn't recover anytime soon.