Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 52 It hurts so much
……

"Stop! No fighting!"

Upon seeing the spirit rings floating around, the female teacher who was giving the lesson quickly ran over to stop them.

"This is class time, are you trying to rebel?"

The girls lowered their heads guiltily, not daring to cause any more trouble.

"This is Xuanming's first time attending a reaction training class. I'll show him around first, and you can form your own teams," the female teacher said.

"Oh..." The girls dispersed somewhat disappointedly and went to form teams.

Seeing the teacher personally team up with Xuanming, Yan couldn't help but sigh, "He's doomed."

Teacher Lin Lin is known for her strict teaching style. Since the reaction training class is conducted in pairs, sometimes there will be students working alone.

In these situations, the teacher will personally go down to the field and practice with the student.

"Not necessarily," Xie Yue said.

"Not necessarily?" Yan was taken aback.

"Could his reaction time be faster than the teacher's?"

"You'll see when you see it," Xie Yue said without elaborating.

Cute children are naturally more likely to receive adult favoritism, and if they also have a tragic background, they become even more irresistible.

Xuanming's image is inherently attractive to women, and his aloof demeanor inexplicably appeals to many teachers.

In addition, the tragic backstory of Xuanming, which came from who-knows-where, triggered a surge of maternal instincts in many teachers.

Soon, everyone was divided into teams and the day's lesson officially began.

However, when they saw the small hammers and hats that had been distributed and placed on the table, everyone's expressions became tense.

In reaction training classes, weren't we always using water cups and small shields?

One side splashes water, the other side blocks it.

What's the meaning of this hammer and hat?
"Teacher...you didn't take the wrong prop, did you?" a student asked, sounding a little flustered.

“You didn’t pick up the wrong one. We used to splash water in class before, but it didn’t seem to interest everyone. So, the teacher specially made these hardwood hammers for everyone,” Teacher Lin Lin said with a smile.

"The rules are pretty much the same as before."

"There was a hammer and a hat on the table."

"The two students in the team first play rock-paper-scissors. The winner hits the other on the head with a hammer, and the loser protects their head with a hat."

"The one with the hammer must attack before the other person puts on the hat."

"If the hat is put on first, the person with the hammer will be punished by being hit by the hammer!"

"Teacher, can this... allow a martial spirit to possess the body?" After testing the power of the small wooden hammer, many students panicked.

Almost all of them are only first-ring Soul Masters here, and this wooden hammer is incredibly hard!
If someone hits you dozens of times, wouldn't you be smashed into an idiot?
"No, that's not fair to weapon spirit masters," said Teacher Lin Lin.

"Also, this is a reaction training course, and the use of martial spirits is not allowed."

"You guys had a blast playing with me when I splashed you with water before, but now that I'm using a hammer, I want to see if you'll still be laughing."

"Hurry up! Start training!"

Upon hearing this, the students had no choice but to obediently stand in front of the table and begin their training.

"Do you understand the rules?" Teacher Lin Lin came to Xuan Ming and sat down.

"Mm." Xuanming nodded.

"Let's begin then." Teacher Lin Lin extended her right hand.

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

Seeing the cloth opposite him and his own little fist, Xuanming subconsciously reached out to grab the hat, but before his hand could even touch it, Teacher Lin Lin's hammer fell on his head.

I tapped it lightly.

"..."

Seeing this, the students in class followed suit, and those holding hammers didn't use too much force. After all, what goes around comes around!
However, after only a few rounds, Teacher Lin Lin came over and circled around to check on the situation.

"Didn't you eat? Why are you hitting so lightly?"

"Strength!"

"Give it your all! This is training! Not a game!"

"If anyone isn't serious, the teacher will have to give them a lesson personally."

boom!
"Ouch! My head! Xie Yue! Be gentle!"

"Go easy? Yan, do you want to spar with the teacher?"

"No, no..."

"If you don't have any, hurry up! Everyone, get practicing!"

"You're not leaving get out of class today until I see you all covered in bumps!"

"..."

After making her rounds, Teacher Lin Lin came back and sat down opposite Xuan Ming.

"Come on, let's continue."

"Mm." Xuanming nodded.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

It was another case of a large hand meeting a small fist, and Xuanming quickly reached out to grab his hat.

Unfortunately, just like before, before he could even touch the hat, the hammer from the other side landed on his head.

Still gently.

"Come on, let's continue." Teacher Lin Lin put the hammer back.

Xuanming didn't say anything about this special treatment, after all, he didn't have a masochistic tendency, and judging from Yan's expression, it seemed that hitting someone with this little hammer really hurt.

……

Time flies, and soon the afternoon classes were over.

"Look at how pathetic you all are!" Teacher Lin Lin said impatiently.

"Even Xuanming was better than you on his first lesson, how dare you?" "I'm very disappointed in you!"

"???"

Seeing Xuanming, who had lost from start to finish but was completely unharmed, the students covered their heads with bumps and felt extremely unbalanced!
No, teacher, don't you want to listen to what you're saying?
"What, do you have a problem with this?" Teacher Lin Lin narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Why don't you give it a try with me?"

"..."

"no comment!"

……

Pope's Palace.

After Jin E delivered everything needed, Bibi Dong prepared to begin helping Xuan Ming repair his martial soul.

"How are you adjusting to studying at Martial Soul Academy lately?"

"Ah."

Boom!
Bibi Dong raised her hand and flicked him on the forehead. "Speak properly, stop with those 'uh-huh' and 'oh-oh' sounds."

Xuanming covered his forehead, "I've always talked like this."

“Just because things have always been this way doesn’t mean that’s the right thing to do,” Bibi Dong said.

"It's one thing to be perfunctory with others, but when you talk to me, be serious."

"How serious?" Xuanming asked.

Bibi Dong thought for a moment, "Using what I just said as an example, if I ask you if you are adapting well, you can say that you are doing fine and adapting quite well. If you are not adapting well, you can say that you are not adapting well and also tell me about the problems you have encountered."

"Remember?"

"Ah."

"Ok?"

"remember."

"..."

Bibi Dong sighed, "Next, I will begin to help you repair that part of your martial soul's flaws. This process may be somewhat painful, and I'm not sure how painful it will be. Are you... ready?"

“Ready,” Xuanming said.

"..."

"Then follow me." Bibi Dong didn't say much more, stood up, and led Xuanming toward the secret chamber deep inside the Papal Palace.

"In the first stage, I need to help you separate the entangled parts of your two martial souls and untangle them. This process will be very long, and once it starts, you can't stop. Moreover, during the process of repairing your martial souls, you absolutely cannot lose consciousness. You must do your best to control your two martial souls, especially your beast martial soul! You absolutely cannot lose control!"

"Understood," Xuanming said.

"Take off your clothes and go inside." Bibi Dong pointed to a small wooden tub emitting steam in the secret room.

"This contains the medicine I prepared. It can be used to alleviate your pain and accelerate the healing of damage to your martial soul."

"However, you will absorb it very slowly, so I will use a special method to help you absorb it faster."

"Of course, it might hurt a little."

"..."

"Are you scared?" Bibi Dong looked at the motionless Xuanming.

"No, do I really have to take it off?" Xuanming asked.

“You don’t have to take it off,” Bibi Dong said.

"I can help you tear your clothes later."

"..."

Xuanming hesitated for a moment, then walked to the wooden tub and took off his outer garment. He hesitated slightly when it came to taking off his inner garment.

"Don't hide it, you'll see everything soon enough," Bibi Dong said.

"..."

Xuanming took a deep breath, quickly took off his clothes, and jumped inside.

"Why are you so shy, like a little girl?" Bibi Dong found it somewhat amusing.

"It doesn't suit your cold and aloof demeanor."

Xuanming did not respond, with most of his head submerged underwater.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you." Bibi Dong walked behind Xuan Ming and sat down.

"Concentrate your mind, stabilize your two martial souls, and do your best to suppress them."

"Mm." Xuanming nodded.

"Then let's begin." Eight spider legs, shimmering with purple light, grew from behind Bibi Dong and slowly draped over Xuan Ming's body.

"It might hurt a little at first, just bear with it."

"Uh-huh!!"

A violent tearing sensation shot through his entire body, and the two dragons on Xuanming's back were almost out of control.

“Your beast spirit has a profound impact on your body. If I touch it, it’s almost the same as touching you.” Bibi Dong frowned.

"Bear it."

"Ok!"

"..."

"How about we call it quits? I think you're already at your limit, and the worst is yet to come."

"Big sister! Stop teasing me! It hurts!"

"Okay, that's what you said."

"Well!!!"

"See? I told you you couldn't handle it."

"..."

(End of this chapter)