Douluo: The Peerless Tang Sect - The Ordinary Life of a Supporting Character

Chapter 5 I happen to know a little bit too.

"Name?"

"Wang Nan."

"age?"

"10 years old."

"Martial Soul?"

"Dragon-Panning Staff"

"Come on, put your hand on it, let's test your soul power."

The teacher registering new students took out a crystal ball, similar to the one used during the awakening of martial spirits, but a bit larger.

The crystal ball emitted a deep blue light. The teacher in charge of registration glanced at it and then confirmed it again.

Are you really 10 years old this year?

"Mm." Wang Nan nodded.

"Not bad, soul power level, level 26."

The person in charge of registration had seen many geniuses that day, but Wang Nan's talent still caught his eye. At 10 years old and level 26, he was estimated to break through to the third ring before he was even twelve. Such talent would be considered top-tier even at Shrek Academy.

"Take the form to the back assessment area, the number one arena, where the people in charge of the entrance assessment are located."

Wang Nan was also familiar with the content of the entrance examination: practical combat. According to Shrek Academy, any data pales in comparison to real combat, so he wasn't surprised at all by this assessment method.

Although it's called the assessment area, it's actually the academy's fighting arena. Several new arenas have been set up here, and quite a few students are already fighting on them.

There were far fewer people near Arena Number One. It was unclear whether the trainees here were too weak or the instructors were too harsh, but each battle lasted much less than those at other arenas.

"Hello teacher, I..."

"Come on, come on up first." Before Wang Nan could finish speaking, the examiner took the registration form from him, glanced at it, put it aside, and then jumped onto the stage.

Wang Nan didn't hold back. Having experienced a lot of real combat since childhood, he was quite familiar with the process. So, he jumped to the other side of the ring, just like the examiner.

"My name is Sun He, you can just call me Teacher Sun. The entrance exam is relatively simple, and winning or losing won't affect the result. It mainly depends on your performance, understand?"

Before Wang Nan could finish saying "Ming—", he saw Sun He rushing towards him from the opposite side.

"Huh? This isn't right, is it? A teacher hitting a student, and even doing it in a sneak attack?"

Wang Nan thought to himself, but his hands moved quickly. With a wave of his right hand, the Panlong Staff appeared in his hand, followed by two yellow spirit rings. One of the spirit rings was a deep color, and although it was a hundred-year spirit ring, it was still quite old.

In that short time, Sun He had already reached Wang Nan. He showed no mercy because of Wang Nan's age, striking Wang Nan's eyes with his left hand and his chest with his right.

Wang Nan dared not be careless and immediately released his soul skill, using the amplification of the soul skill to quickly turn his head to dodge Sun He's left hand, and then held the Panlong Staff horizontally in front of his chest to block another attack. Although Sun He did not release his martial soul, he still managed to make Wang Nan's hands go numb with the impact of his physical strength.

Sun He, seizing the advantage, pressed forward and struck Wang Nanzhou repeatedly with both hands.

Wang Nan dared not take the attack head-on, and could only use the force to deflect Sun He's attack to both sides. Even so, he was still forced to retreat step by step.

In Sun He's eyes, although Wang Nan was retreating, his steps were not flustered at all. So he quietly slowed down his attack speed, giving Wang Nan a chance to counterattack.

"You handled it quite well. Have you had any real-world experience before?"

Wang Nan remained silent, afraid that if he opened his mouth, Sun He would seize the opportunity to expose his weakness. Based on the very first strike, he knew that the strength of this Teacher Sun was even greater than that of his father. With such a huge difference in soul power, he could not afford to be distracted.

However, since Sun He took the initiative to speak, the speed of his movements slowed down a bit. Wang Nan stopped retreating, turned the coiled dragon staff in his hand in a different direction, and used the "Splitting Mount Hua" move to strike down on Sun He from above.

Sun He also wanted to test Wang Nan's strength, so he crossed his hands to try and catch the stick. But as soon as his arms touched the Panlong Stick, he felt something was wrong. Even a two-ring Great Soul Master should have more than that much strength.

Sure enough, the next moment Wang Nan bent his arms and hugged the Panlong Staff to his chest. Then he pulled the upper end back and extended the lower end, aiming to stab Sun He in the lower abdomen.

Although Wang Nan had caught a glimpse of an opportunity, he didn't think Sun He would leave him such an obvious opening. This opportunity might just be a trap deliberately set for him. So the chopping stick was just a feint, and the real attack was from the other end of the coiled dragon staff.

Seeing the direction of Wang Nan's attack, Sun He dared not confront it head-on. He reached down with his right hand to block Wang Nan, but Wang Nan's second spirit ring flashed, and he exerted force with both hands, forcefully pushing Sun He away.

Second Soul Skill - Mountain Collapse.

Wang Nan's second soul skill is similar to his first, both being support-type soul skills that amplify his own power. Its source is the 800-year-old Scaled Armored Crocodile. Yes, the same Scaled Armored Crocodile Shrek Academy uses for soup, only slightly mutated.

"Good, good, good." As a teacher at Shrek Academy, Sun He quickly regained his composure despite being caught off guard by Wang Nan's attack, and said three times, "You've passed the test. Now you'd better be careful."

As he spoke, Sun He's soul power flowed around him, and a golden abacus appeared in his hand, with six soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—rising from his side.

"As expected of Shrek Academy, every teacher they randomly pick is a Soul Emperor, some even possessing two ten-thousand-year Soul Rings. But for a Soul Emperor like you to bully a Great Soul Master like me, who's even about to awaken his Martial Soul, isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Sun He, standing before them, showed no awareness of bullying the weak. He let out a sly laugh and said, "Today, Teacher Sun will teach you your first lesson, which is called 'When a Lion Hunts a Rabbit, It Uses Its Full Strength.'"

"Click—" This was the sound of Sun He turning the abacus. It was just a slight movement between his fingers, but the sound echoed throughout the entire arena.

"Clatter, clatter—" Sun He's fingers moved constantly, and the abacus beads on his martial soul kept changing. Listening to the sound of the abacus beads colliding, Wang Nan felt inexplicably impatient.

Is this a form of psychological attack?

There are many types of martial souls, and the number of soul skills that can be attached to them is countless. Although Wang Nan has memories of his previous life, he still knows too little about martial souls, so he can only make a rough guess.

However, Wang Nan happens to know one or two methods of attacking the mind.

Wang Nan sheathed the Panlong Staff at his waist, his consciousness sinking into the sea of ​​his mind. The once calm lake surface rippled due to the influence of Sun He's soul skill, but he ignored it and instead focused his consciousness on the ball of light in mid-air...

"Huh? What's wrong with this kid?"

Sun He, who was standing to the side, noticed something was wrong. Wang Nan's resistance to his first soul skill was much stronger than expected. Moreover, judging from the previous exchanges, Wang Nan did not seem like the kind of person who would just wait to die. He should be brewing some kind of counterattack.

Thinking of this, Sun He leaned in front of Wang Nan, raising the abacus in his hand to smash it down. Whatever Wang Nan was planning, Sun He had no intention of letting him use it.

(End of this chapter)