Chapter 26: Zhao Wuji's kidney burst, Oscar the wretched

"How is it possible? How can he, a Soul Sect member at level 40, hurt a Soul Saint without using his martial spirit, let alone a Soul Saint with a martial spirit like the Mighty King Kong Bear that has a very strong defensive power!"

Ning Rongrong, who was slacking off on the sidelines, looked at Lu Mingchuan in disbelief. This scene almost made his worldview collapse. If he had used his martial soul to contend with Zhao Wuji, it could have been explained by his incredible configuration, but now he not only put away his martial soul.

Moreover, he used an ordinary spear to penetrate the defense of such a Soul Saint, and then defended against the attack of the Soul Saint. This was totally inconsistent with the world view she had grown up with.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing by, didn't say much because of her cold personality, but judging from her slightly opened mouth and the shock in her eyes, she was no less shocked than Ning Rongrong.

In the field.

"Good boy." Looking at the gun barrel that was stinging his palm, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but shout, and then he wanted to grab the gun barrel with his hand to disarm him.

But Lu Mingchuan saw through the thoughts in his mind at a glance. He loosened one hand and attached imaginary energy to it and chopped directly at Zhao Wuji's wrist. He only felt his wrist numb and then saw the gun barrel separate from his hand and continue to enlarge in his field of vision.

There was a crisp "bang" sound, and a mark appeared on Zhao Wuji's forehead. He stood there in confusion for a while. Looking at the dazed Zhao Wuji, he naturally would not stand there in a daze. He took advantage of his illness to kill him and hit Zhao Wuji on the waist again.

After knocking him several meters away, Zhao Wuji stood up and was obviously sober. He covered his waist with his hands and waved his hands, "No more fighting, no more fighting. You are too cruel, I really can't stand it."

As he spoke, he gestured towards the place where he had just inserted the incense. Following his gaze, he saw that the incense had burned out, leaving only a stick stuck there. Seeing that Lu Mingchuan had noticed it, Zhao Wuji rubbed his waist vigorously twice.

Why is it so painful? I wonder if this kid has damaged my kidneys. With this thought in mind, he concentrated his soul power and shouted, "Oscar!!"

"I'm here, I wonder what Teacher Zhao wants to talk to me about?" A bearded man came out from nowhere and said, "Give me two of your sausages."

Hearing this, Oscar looked at the people present. Wow, three beautiful girls. If he recited his soul spell in front of them at this time, wouldn’t he lose the right to choose his mate? Thinking of this, Oscar looked at Zhao Wuji cautiously, walked up to him and spoke in a low voice.

"Teacher Zhao, you see there are so many students enrolling this year. Why don't you ask me for it privately and I'll give you a free meal." When Zhao Wuji heard this, he knew what this kid was thinking and slapped him in displeasure, holding his waist.

“What’s the matter? You can protect your soul spell for your whole life and never reveal it, but you are still wasting your time asking for a sausage. It’s not like I, Old Zhao, won’t pay.” He took out two bronze soul coins and slapped them to Oscar.

Oscar was conflicted as he looked at the copper soul coin on his chest, but he finally gritted his teeth and accepted it, "I have a big sausage." A sausage appeared in Oscar's palm along with the sound of a vulgar soul curse.

Lu Mingchuan frowned slightly at Oscar's obscene look. Although the words in this thing are obscene, they are not so obscene. It can only be said that Oscar has brought the obscenity of this soul curse to a new level. Oscar handed the sausage to Zhao Wuji and glanced around. Seeing the disgust on Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's faces, Oscar fell into sadness, but Huang Quan's expressionless face came into his sight again, which ignited some hope in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt someone elbowing him. He turned around and saw Zhao Wuji. "I'm telling you, don't even think about chasing that woman in purple." He muttered mysteriously to Oscar, and glanced at Lu Mingchuan who was smiling beside Huang Quan.

He turned to look at Oscar again, and seeing his puzzled face, he began to explain: "When you first came, you saw all the injuries on me, right?" Oscar nodded. Zhao Wuji pointed at Lu Mingchuan and said, "I beat that guy, and he didn't use his martial spirit."

Oscar shuddered suddenly upon hearing that, and looked towards Lu Mingchuan tremblingly. Seeing Lu Mingchuan looking at him with a smile, a trickle of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

I turned back suddenly and took a deep breath. He shouldn't know what I'm thinking, right? This thought flashed through my mind, and I turned to Zhao Wuji, "Teacher Zhao, since everything is fine, I'm leaving now." Then, he disappeared in a flash.

To be honest, he had no opinion about the God of Cookery Lu Mingchuan in the original novel. He was just a wretched man at most. However, his performance just now surprised him a little. He had never thought that there could be someone who could be wretched to this extent. And the way he looked at Huang Quan afterwards made him a little unhappy.

But when he saw Zhao Wuji walking slowly towards him, he temporarily put away his thoughts, "You kid, you are really a monster among monsters. You are really amazing to be able to beat me, Old Zhao, at level 40. Welcome to join us Shrek."

Lu Mingchuan shook his head and said, "I'm not here for the assessment. I'm just here to visit the school and see if it's worth it for me to join." Zhao Wuji chuckled when he heard that.

"What are you considering? How about you join me, Old Zhao, and fight with you every day?" He still shook his head. Zhao Wuji smacked his lips as he watched his actions. "Forget it. Think about it slowly. I, Old Zhao, don't understand what you guys are thinking."

Then he turned around and said something to the two girls and asked them to take Xiao Wu with them. He picked up Tang San and left slowly.

Looking at his back, Lu Mingchuan couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know how to comment on the treatment Zhao Wuji gave him. But it was still impossible for him to join Shrek. Who would want to hang out with a bunch of NT students? If he got infected, he would be ruined.

He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts, then took Huang Quan's hand and walked out of Shrek. It was almost time for dinner. He had seen the food at Shrek Academy in the original book, so he was too lazy to look at the steamed buns and pickles.

It would be better to go directly to Soto City and find a restaurant to have a meal.

Just as Lu Mingchuan was dragging Huang Quan to find a place to eat, Tang San, who was thrown into the dormitory by Zhao Wuji, slowly woke up, "What's wrong with me?" Feeling the pain on his face, Tang San was a little dazed, and then as if he remembered something, he jumped directly off the bed.

"Xiao Wu, yes, Xiao Wu!" Muttering Xiao Wu's name, Tang San pushed open the door of the dormitory. As soon as he pushed it open, he saw Xiao Wu raising her hand to knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)