Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 149 Test, Tang Wulin
Everyone came to the woods at the edge of the playground.

During class time, the playground was silent until it was broken by the students of Class Zero.

Wu Zhangkong revealed his spirit rings. Six yellow, purple, and black spirit rings surrounded the Sky Frost Sword, making the air around the woods cold.

"I will only use the soul power equivalent to yours and the first four soul rings. Let me see your strength."

Even if they had seen Tang Wulin once, they would still find it hard to forget him.

Gula looked calm as he looked at Wu Changkong's first four spirit rings, despising Shrek Academy in his heart.

Wu Zhangkong is undoubtedly a genius, and he also has a Titled Douluo Teacher, but judging by the appearance of his spirit rings, he has not been to the Spirit Ascension Platform many times, otherwise he would have at least four purple spirit rings.

Not every academy provides the same resources as East Sea Academy, but Shrek Academy has higher requirements for its students while paying very little. It is hard to imagine why so many people flock to it.

Wu Zhangkong noticed that Gula was distracted, frowned, and was unhappy, but did not remind him. He wiped his finger across the blade of the Tianshuang sword, and the ice-blue sword mark turned into nine wandering dragons, blocking all of Gula's retreat routes.

Each sword energy condensed into an ice crystal trajectory in the air, turning the sharp sword energy into soft silk threads that could be driven flexibly.

"The first soul skill, Frost Mark."

Gula's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the lush trees on both sides. The surrounding environment was his home ground.

The green light in his pupils suddenly increased, and the black light of the first soul ring became stronger. The big trees standing quietly around him came alive, and the branches turned into green snakes, which coiled into a three-headed giant python and shattered the ice silk sword energy.

The moment the giant python's fangs touched the corner of Wu Changkong's clothes, Wu Changkong's figure suddenly disappeared in the sky full of ice chips.

"Afterimage?" Xie Xie, who was watching the battle, had a trembling voice.

Wu Zhangkong's speed was too fast, beyond their vision limit.

"There's no point in dodging."

Gula crossed his arms over his chest, and the three-headed python continued to coil into a giant wooden dragon. Vines and thorns danced wildly around its body, and every move it made had a destructive power comparable to a thousand-year-old soul skill.

Twelve frost sword phantoms suddenly appeared all around, and each phantom swung out frost sword energy, perfectly stuck at the limit of level 35 soul power.

"Cut~"

Gula was speechless. He really knew how to show off. Maybe Wu Changkong did it unconsciously, but it really annoyed his opponent.

"Sword Qi, I can do that too."

Gula's aura changed suddenly. He visualized a wild sacred tree. A huge wooden dragon under his feet grew sharp dragon horns and emitted a sharp sword energy that collided with the Tianshuang sword energy, annihilating each other.

He had already learned all of Celebi's moves through the system. If he waited until he had mastered the moves to perfection and integrated them into the boundless realm of the forest, the enemies fighting him would only become weaker and weaker.

The withered sword energy is integrated into the super absorption move. When hitting the enemy, it will recover its own injuries according to the damage.

"Second soul skill, frost mist."

Wu Zhangkong realized the difficulty of the wooden dragon's sword energy and was surprised that Gula could use the sword. At the same time, his real body appeared in mid-air, and the tip of the sword pressed down. The sword body gathered thick white mist and hit the middle of the wooden dragon's forehead, condensing a layer of frost on its head.

The spectators held their breath and stared at the battlefield, not wanting to miss any exciting moments.

Wu Changkong continued to swing his sword. He didn't want to fight a protracted battle and decided to end it quickly.

"Third soul skill, Sky Frost Slash."

The Sky Frost Sword condensed an icy light and slashed out a ten-meter-long sword energy.

Before the sword flashed, the wooden dragon beneath Gula's feet had already begun to freeze. The frost fog just now was a prelude to this attack. With the frost fog as a foundation, the chance of freezing the enemy with Sky Frost Slash would be doubled.

Gula secretly regretted that the grass type was restrained by the ice type, especially since Celebi, the god of the forest, would not do anything to destroy the forest. Otherwise... he also wanted to let the wood dragon self-destruct as a killer.

Gula raised his hand: "I give up." There was no need to fight any further. He couldn't beat Wu Changkong just by relying on his soul power without using his second soul skill, but if he cheated... why did he come to school?
Wu Zhangkong frowned: "Where are your second and third soul skills?"

Gula shrugged, "The second soul skill is a mental soul skill. A mental confrontation is too dangerous, so there is no need to use it. The third soul skill is a reserve soul skill and needs to be prepared in advance. I am not ready yet."

Wu Zhangkong reluctantly accepted Gula's explanation and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your first soul skill is a domain soul skill. Its effect is to control plants within a certain range, correct?"

Gula gave a thumbs up: "Teacher has a keen eye and can also summon plants to heal allies."

Wu Zhangkong narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze wandering over Gula.

A ten thousand year soul ring is priceless and requires at least nine-digit gold soul coins to obtain, and a soul that can produce domain soul skills is a rare treasure that is hard to come by.

This made him speculate a little about the boy's origins, and complicated emotions arose in his heart.

Joy and worry intertwined in his ice-blue eyes.

The good news is that the talent displayed by Gula is astonishing. With just this first soul skill, he can gain an absolute advantage in the forest environment. If he becomes a Titled Douluo in the future, he will probably be invincible in the natural environment.

What he was worried about was that the other party might be just like Gu Yue, and had already had countless connections with the Spirit Pagoda, and was destined to never be able to truly take root in Shrek Academy.

"We will train in this area next."

His cold voice cut through the silence, "Gula, you will be responsible for repairing the damaged site, and use this opportunity to hone your plant manipulation and multitasking skills."

After saying this, he threw out a scroll with a green glow. "This is an advanced meditation method. You can learn from it. If it suits you better, you don't need to change it."

Wu Changkong always adhered to the principle of fairness. After teaching all the common mental skills of Shrek Academy, he said nothing more.

In fact, after 20,000 years of iterative development of martial spirit theory, Shrek's attainments in martial spirit development are indeed profound, but what he can teach this mysterious boy is indeed limited.

"Tang Wulin, you can ask Gula for the secrets of plant manipulation."

Wu Zhangkong turned to the blue-haired boy and spoke in a slightly slower tone, "Remember, the martial spirit is the foundation of a spirit master. Don't over-rely on the power of your bloodline."

This teaching seemed pertinent, but no one knew that the blood flowing in Tang Wulin's body was actually the blood of the Golden Dragon King, who was at the Divine King level. Compared to the Blue Silver Grass that required painstaking cultivation, the innate divine-level inheritance was obviously more tempting.

Developing blue silver grass is not as easy as inheriting the legacy of the Golden Dragon King.

Gula looked at Tang Wulin, who was nodding in agreement, and memories flooded back.

In his original trajectory, after this son of destiny finally fully awakened the Tang family bloodline, he rarely used his Blue Silver Grass spirit. Wherever his Golden Dragon Spear pointed, abyssal demons shattered. The so-called fundamental spirit master was ultimately no match for the mighty power of the Divine King's legacy.

"Okay, Dance Teacher."

Tang Wulin nodded. He respected Wu Changkong very much and was willing to listen to him, but the routine training was simply not suitable for him.

He looked at Gula, stretched out his hand, and said in a friendly manner:

"Please give me your guidance." Tang Wulin extended his palm, which shone with a faint golden light in the sunlight, and the pattern of blue silver grass was faintly visible on his wrist. "My name is Tang Wulin, and we will be your companion from now on."

"Just call me Gula."

Gula suppressed the dark tide surging in his eyes.

He had no ill feelings towards Tang Wulin, who had not yet been completely swept away by fate - after all, compared to the ancestor who always talked about "the way to death", Tang Wulin at this moment still maintained the purity of an unpolished jade.

He could even tolerate Tang San, who often talked about "seeking death", let alone Tang Wulin.

But when his thoughts touched the God King who had been playing chess for ten thousand years above the clouds, the cold murderous intent began to flow through his blood like a cancer.

We must never let the God King Tang San sacrifice himself at any time for the sake of the long-term plan.

(End of this chapter)