Douluo Dragon King: My strategy system is not right

Chapter 15 Change the Name
"Come on, let's go together."

Wu Changkong didn't move, but just casually waved the teaching stick in his hand.

At this moment, countless blue silver grasses rose from the ground around them and headed straight towards Wu Changkong.

Along with the attack of the Blue Silver Grass, Tang Wulin also ejected like a cannonball and punched directly at Wu Changkong.

Gu Yue followed closely behind, waving both hands, and immediately released seven or eight of the fastest wind blades among all the elements. They flew towards Wu Changkong from tricky positions, blocking all his routes of escape.

Lin Ci was in the middle and did not launch an attack immediately, but carefully observed the movement of Wu Changkong raising his hand.

Wu Zhangkong's lips curled up slightly. Facing the fierce attacks from these three people, there was no panic in his eyes.

He swung the teaching stick in his hand casually, accurately cutting the blue silver grass coming from all directions.

The blue silver grass, which was originally full of vitality and resilience, seemed to have been drained of its vitality and collapsed to the ground.

Tang Wulin's fist, packed with immense force, was about to strike Wu Zhangkong. Wu Zhangkong remained calm, his body slightly tilted, dodging the powerful punch with an extremely clever angle. At the same time, his teaching staff extended like a spirited snake, gently tapping Tang Wulin's elbow.

Tang Wulin only felt a strange force coming through his joints, and his entire arm became numb instantly, and his originally swift attack came to a halt.

As for the seven or eight wind blades, the strange thing was that they just shattered and dissipated as soon as they entered the range of the teaching whip, turning into wisps of breeze that surrounded Wu Zhangkong and made his clothes rustle.

Gu Yue had a strange look on her face. She only felt that every attack from Wu Zhangkong hit the core of each wind blade very accurately.

The wind blade itself was composed of wind elements, and the regular movement of these wind elements formed this aggressive wind blade. However, Wu Changkong's teaching stick did not directly collide with and destroy these elements, but simply hit the core of the wind blade lightly, causing its elements to become disordered and then shattered.

Gu Yue didn't believe it, and with a wave of his hand, several more fireballs shot out. The teaching stick was made of wood, and fire overcomes wood, so perhaps the fire element would be more effective.

As several fireballs were ejected, Tang Wulin, who was close in front of him, launched another attack.

He thrust out his right hand, aiming for Wu Changkong's chest. Under his deliberate urging, golden scales instantly covered his right arm, carrying a hint of dragon might.

Wu Zhangkong dodged sideways and swung the teaching stick again, this time quickly, hitting Tang Wulin's calf directly.

Tang Wulin felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if struck by a sledgehammer. His right leg gave way, and he stumbled forward a few steps. But he gritted his teeth and managed to steady himself with a tenacious will. By then, the fireballs, swirling with scorching heat, were hurtling towards Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong's eyes were as sharp as torches. He suddenly paused with the teaching stick in his hand, raised it high, and then swept it across the sky.

The fireballs coming from all directions were instantly annihilated.

But before he had time to catch his breath, Lin Ci had arrived in front of him without him noticing.

Wu Zhangkong, who thought Lin Ci was going to attack, was ready to respond at any time, but unexpectedly, he did not attack.

Lin Ci did not attack Wu Changkong directly. When the whip just lost its force, he grabbed Wu Changkong's whip with one hand.

Wu Zhangkong was slightly taken aback, having not expected Lin Ci to suddenly grab his teaching stick. But he reacted quickly, flicking his wrist and trying to wriggle the stick out of Lin Ci's grasp.

Lin Ci only felt a powerful force coming from the teaching stick, and his arm was slightly numb from the shock.

Even if Wu Changkong is suppressed to level 30, he will definitely completely crush Lin Ci in terms of physical strength.

But at such close range, with both sides holding one end of a teaching stick, it is not just strength that is tested, close combat skills are also extremely important.

In order to prevent the pointer from slipping out of his hand, Lin Ci turned his wrist, wrapped the pointer around his wrist, and pressed it down tightly.

Taking advantage of the moment when Wu Changkong exerted force, Lin Ci slightly turned sideways in the direction of the force, using the force to leverage the force, and his whole body began to spin with the help of Wu Changkong's pulling force.

His body spun rapidly around Wu Changkong like a top, and at the same time, he used the centrifugal force generated by the rotation to further increase his control over the pointer.

Lin Ci's feet moved flexibly on the ground, and each step cleverly used the rotation of his body and the strength of Wu Changkong to make his body more stable, making it difficult for the latter to break free.

There is no doubt that this move of leveraging force is truly brilliant.

Even Wu Changkong failed to respond immediately. Otherwise, due to the huge power gap, the teaching stick would have been snatched away quickly.

But this was just a way to delay time. Wu Changkong's strength still had the upper hand after all, and Lin Ci would not have been able to snatch it away without relying on his soul power.

When the teaching stick returned to Wu Changkong's hand, the young man who had performed so brilliantly just now raised his hands high.

"Teacher Wu, I'm out of strength. I surrender." Lin Ci obviously didn't want to endure the caress of the teacher's cane.

Wu Zhangkong was speechless, but he didn't move either, just staring at him a few times. Tang Wulin, who had just been whipped twice, was a little dumbfounded. The pain hadn't even subsided yet, and he'd just thrown himself down. Wasn't the whipping he'd received in vain?

Can you still play like this?
Wu Zhangkong put the teaching stick back and said calmly, "Both my previous fight and the fight with Lin Ci were based on basic skills. Do you still think they're useless?"

No one spoke this time. Apart from the fact that Lin Ci's last few moves had slightly disadvantaged Wu Zhangkong, he had easily defeated Tang Wulin and instantly cracked Gu Yue's very threatening elemental attack.

Just rely on a teaching stick.

Especially Wang Jinxi and the other two at the back, who did not participate but watched the whole process from behind, taking everything in. Naturally, they were the most shocked.

If these are just so-called combat skills, then their importance is self-evident.

Wu Zhangkong continued, "Combat skills are the foundation of everything. Martial spirits and spirit abilities can certainly make spirit masters powerful, but how you apply them is what determines how powerful you become. Basic techniques are how you apply them, and this applies equally to battle armor and ordinary mechas. Therefore, starting today, and for a long time to come, practicing basic combat skills will be an important subject for you."

"Okay, get out of class is over."

Lin Ci breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go eat.

"Lin Ci, please stay for a moment."

"what?"

In the end, Lin Ci was left behind. Apart from Wu Zhangkong, he was the only one left in the class.

"Teacher Wu, do you have something to talk to me about?" Lin Ci asked.

Wu Zhangkong hesitated for a moment, as if pondering something. After a while, he asked, "Have you learned ancient martial arts?"

Modern soul masters do not pay much attention to the practical skills that Wu Changkong mentioned, but focus more on soul power, mecha, battle armor, etc.

Fighting techniques that were very common among spirit masters 20,000 years ago are now rare, but those that have been passed down are called ancient martial arts.

This was not the first time that Wu Zhangkong had this idea. In the first few games of the promotion tournament, although Lin Ci had not played a big role, he had not been eliminated every time.

If ordinary people saw this, it might be because Gu Yue and his companions were stronger and they helped Lin Ci along.

Wu Changkong's eyesight was such that he could see that anyone trying to eliminate Lin Ci in close combat would suffer a great loss. And the reason why Lin Ci was at such a disadvantage was that he relied on only a few simple techniques and combat awareness.

Lin Ci's performance today finally made Wu Zhangkong finally confirm the idea in his mind.

"Uh...I've learned it." Lin Ci nodded.

This left him speechless. These things were actually just his experience. And they weren't considered ancient martial arts, after all, he didn't learn them in modern times.

But of course I can’t tell Wu Changkong about this.

Lin Ci was thinking about what excuse to use next when Wu Zhangkong did not continue to ask about this topic.

A trace of reminiscence could not help but flash across the eyes of this cold and arrogant male god. He then slowly looked at Lin Ci and said, "Perhaps I shouldn't say this, but I still want to ask, how did you get your name?"

Wu Changkong knew that Lin Ci was an orphan, so he said this when he asked.

Lin Ci's heart skipped a beat, even though he had thought about the possible situations that might arise when he first started this strategy mission.

But now, when he was asked this question by Wu Changkong, he was caught off guard.

However, his brain reacted quickly, and Lin Ci immediately explained: "My grandfather, the director of the orphanage who adopted me, gave me this name."

Fortunately, Wu Zhangkong didn't doubt him. He just stared at him for a while before nodding and saying, "Very good. You can help me teach them ancient martial arts in the future. Okay, go and rest first, and go to class on time tomorrow."

After saying that, he left the classroom in a white robe.

But after Wu Changkong left, Lin Ci breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

"I should have changed the name earlier."

　Same name or same person?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)