Clearly, Zhu Zhuqing recognized Dai Mubai at a glance. Seeing her fiancé fallen to such a state, her heart was filled with both anger and despair.
Soon.
Zhao Wuji frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the farce before him, and said in a deep voice.
"Alright, save private matters for later! Are we doing the assessment or not?"
The pressure of a Spirit Saint erupted once again, pressing down so hard that everyone found it difficult to breathe.
Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the panic and embarrassment in his heart, and looked at Zhao Wuji.
"We are! We'll take the test!"
He knew now was not the time to dwell on personal matters; passing the assessment to enter Shrek was the most important thing.
Xiao Wu also restrained her emotions, though her gaze toward Tang San remained icy. She tightly gripped Fu Qin's arm, acting as if she were clutching a life-saving straw.
Ning Rongrong watched the scene with curiosity, her eyes darting between Tang San, Fu Qin, and Xiao Wu, a smile of someone enjoying a spectacle playing on her lips.
Standing in the middle, Fu Qin felt the emotional fluctuations from all sides and felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
Dai Mubai's appearance had not only completely intensified the conflict between Tang San and Xiao Wu but also made Zhu Zhuqing utterly disappointed in Dai Mubai. For him, it was like killing two birds with one stone.
Looking at Xiao Wu, who was clutching Fu Qin's arm with a face full of sorrow, Tang San felt so ashamed he wanted to disappear.
He knew that if he wanted to earn Xiao Wu's forgiveness, he would need to be a thousand times better to her and completely loyal!
Next, as long as he successfully passed Zhao Wuji's assessment, his foundation at Shrek would be secure.
He looked at Zhao Wuji, a flicker of eagerness flashing in his eyes.
"Dean Zhao, we are ready," Fu Qin's voice was calm yet carried a hint of confidence as he looked directly at Zhao Wuji. "Please show some mercy."
Zhao Wuji looked at Fu Qin, a flash of appreciation appearing in his eyes.
"You've got some guts. Good. Since you're ready, the assessment begins now!"
Beneath his feet, three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—instantly rose. The aura of a Spirit Saint spread out, making the air of the entire assessment grounds feel as if it had frozen. A tough battle was about to begin.
The tactics for dealing with Zhao Wuji were almost unchanged from the original story.
The only difference was the addition of the "nobody," Fu Qin.
Tang San provided control with Blue Silver Grass, Ning Rongrong provided support with her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, while Fu Qin, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing led the main assault.
This layout seemed standard, but with the addition of his three major buffs, the chances of victory would be infinitely amplified.
Out of the corner of his eye, Fu Qin noticed Ning Rongrong clenching her small fists with eyes full of expectation. On his panel, her favorability had already surged to 78 points, an increase of 13 points from just moments ago.
"Move!" Tang San barked. Fu Qin, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing charged forward simultaneously.
Fu Qin's third Spirit Ability, "Heavenly Eye: Construction," activated instantly. The state of being one with heaven and man made everything around him slow down.
The frequency of Zhao Wuji's muscle tremors, the trajectory of his spirit power flow, and even the flaws in his chest's rise and fall as he breathed were clearly presented before his eyes.
[Heavenly Eye: Construction: Five senses strengthened by 100%, dynamic vision lock, weakness insight +80%]
He raised his left hand, activating his first Spirit Ability, "Hundred Refinements: Object Transformation." Nine Black Iron Flying Daggers flew out from the spirit tool at his waist. Amidst the flickering silver light, they were precisely controlled by his second Spirit Ability, "Divine Mechanism: Object Control."
These nine flying daggers were pieces he had meticulously tended to. Each one had been refined by him using the Alchemy Gloves. Their sharpness far exceeded ordinary cold weapons, reaching the level of Dharma treasures.
Although Tang San knew he had this set of equipment, he had never seen him use it in actual combat. Seeing the flying daggers circling like living things now, his pupils suddenly constricted.
"Rongrong, give me strength and speed!" Fu Qin shouted.
Ning Rongrong responded immediately. The phantom of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in her palm, and two brilliant pillars of light shot toward Fu Qin.
"Brother Fu Qin, catch this!" Pink spirit power merged into Fu Qin's body. On his panel, his strength attribute instantly surged by 20%, and his speed increased by 20%.
The 'Fates Origin and End' buff took effect. This cry of "Brother Fu Qin" was both sweet and urgent. Fu Qin's favorability rose another 5 points, breaking through to 83.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass erupted at the same time, as countless vines burst from the ground, entangling Zhao Wuji's legs.
"Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, attack his lower body!" he shouted, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Fu Qin.
He saw Fu Qin controlling the nine flying daggers, precisely avoiding Zhao Wuji's defenses to strike at blind spots like his joints, armpits, and behind his ears. Every attack was perfectly timed.
Even more bizarrely, spirit power flowed through Fu Qin's fingertips as he approached Zhao Wuji and lightly tapped his shirt.
"Hundred Refinements: Object Transformation" activated again!
The coarse cloth clothing on Zhao Wuji's body instantly disintegrated, turning into countless tiny strips of cloth controlled by "Divine Mechanism: Object Control."
Like little knives, they burrowed into the seams of his clothes, constantly digging deeper into his flesh.
"Bastard!" Zhao Wuji roared, his spirit power suddenly exploding outward, shattering the cloth strips and the entangling Blue Silver Grass.
He stood bare-chested, his bronze muscles covered in fine bloody gashes—all wounds from the cloth strips just now.
But at the moment his spirit power erupted, Fu Qin's Heavenly Eye: Construction had already captured the key point.
Three inches to the right of his lower back, the flow of spirit power was clearly sluggish. That was his weak point!
"Third Brother, control him one more time!" Fu Qin shouted, simultaneously giving Xiao Wu a meaningful look.
Xiao Wu understood instantly. Her Soft Bones Rabbit Spirit possessed her, and her body turned into a streak of pink lightning, lunging at Zhao Wuji's front, her legs wrapping toward his neck.
"Brother Tang San, hurry!" she cried, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Qin condensing spirit power and subconsciously slowed her movements to create an opening for him.
On the panel, Xiao Wu's favorability toward him had already soared to 440 points.
Tang San gritted his teeth and activated his Blue Silver Grass again. This time the vines were even thicker, death-gripping Zhao Wuji's arms.
Watching the unspoken coordination between Xiao Wu and Fu Qin, he felt both angry and helpless.
Clearly, he was Xiao Wu's husband in their past life, but in this life, Xiao Wu's eyes and heart were entirely on Fu Qin.
Especially the intimate way Ning Rongrong just addressed Fu Qin; it was like a needle pricking his heart, yet he was powerless to do anything.
He had indeed done something to wrong Xiao Wu.
The moment Zhao Wuji was restrained, Fu Qin moved.
His figure wound behind Zhao Wuji like a ghost, his palm condensing a soft yet strangely powerful spirit power.
It was the "Loves Massage" he had been practicing in secret for a long time!
"Take this!"
His fingertips lightly pressed against Zhao Wuji's weak point. Internal force as fine as silk, mixed with spirit power, instantly invaded his body, precisely vibrating his glands.
Zhao Wuji's originally furious expression suddenly froze, his pupils dilated, and the ferocity on his face was gradually replaced by a bizarre sense of comfort. His muscles relaxed, and his spirit power fluctuations instantly dropped by twenty percent.
"What... what kind of ghostly move is this?"
Zhao Wuji felt weak all over. He only felt an extreme sense of comfort spreading from his lower back, as if his entire body were soaking in warm water. He couldn't even muster a thought of resistance.
Fu Qin pressed his advantage. His figure flashed as he landed three consecutive palm strikes on different acupoints of Zhao Wuji, each one precisely hitting a glandular cluster.
The effects of Loves Massage stacked layer upon layer. Zhao Wuji's spirit power fluctuations grew weaker and weaker, and the comfort on his face turned into a daze.