Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Tang Wulin noticed that the Light Dragon Dagger in Xie Xie's hand seemed to have shrunk compared to before.

But that doesn't mean it's getting weaker.

Conversely, the gleam on the dagger was no longer as outwardly dazzling as before, but rather much more subdued, its sharpness concealed within. The golden blade appeared more solid, with fine, clearly visible lines on its surface, as if light were slowly flowing deep within the patterns.

That aura was sharper than before.

It's as if anyone who gets close will have their skin cut open by an invisible blade of energy.

Second Ring Road?

There's even a student from the Second Ring Road in Class 5 of Grade 1?

Long Hengxu, who had just retreated to the edge of the competition stage, was stunned for a moment.

Class 1 of the first year has three two-ring Soul Masters because they are the strongest freshman class that the academy is focusing on. But what about Class 5 of the first year?

That was originally Class 5, which was ranked last.

Now, there's actually a second-ring student in Class 5?

Long Hengxu felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped hard in public.

Dancing in the sky, oh dancing in the sky.

You're really something.

Upon seeing the two yellow spirit rings at Xie Xie's feet, Class 5 of the first year erupted in cheers.

These days, they had long since grown accustomed to being looked down upon. But now, Xie Xie's two spirit rings were like a resounding response, directly silencing all doubts.

On the stage, a flash of light and shadow.

Xie Xie and Wei Xiaofeng are already close in.

Xie Xie's expression was stern. He exerted force with his feet again, transforming into a golden light that traced an arc along the ground as he pressed down on Wei Xiaofeng.

Before he even arrived, his sharp aura had already swept over us.

Wei Xiaofeng felt a slight stinging sensation on his skin, as if fine blades were grazing his body. Even though there was still some distance between them, he already had the illusion that his whole body would be cut to pieces.

Such strong soul power pressure.

He's only just broken through to the second ring at most.

I'm a level 22 student.

Why is his presence so oppressive?

Wei Xiaofeng, of course, did not know that Xie Xie possessed twin martial souls. Even though they were both at the second ring level, the solidity of his soul power was far beyond what ordinary agility-type soul masters could achieve.

Two agility-based attackers are about to clash, while on the other side, Tang Wulin and Gu Yue have already made their move.

Tang Wulin did not immediately use the Sinking Star Hammer.

He first sprinted forward, heading straight for Zhang Yangzi, who was positioned in the center of the enemy's formation.

His speed was certainly not as fast as Xie Xie's, which was like light, but his forward momentum was extremely oppressive. With each step he took, the ground of the competition platform seemed to tremble slightly. His shoulders and back pressed forward, and his center of gravity was stable. It was as if he was not a boy running, but a young beast charging with its body low to the ground.

Gu Yue flashed and nimbly disappeared behind him.

She is like Tang Wulin's shadow.

Tang Wulin used his powerful physique to continuously press forward, while Gu Yue was as light as if she had no weight. She always followed behind Tang Wulin, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, so that she could use Tang Wulin to shield her from view and be ready to provide support at any time.

Zhang Yangzi stood still, motionless.

He didn't seem to care about Tang Wulin's frontal charge.

But Wang Jinxi, who was next to him, made a move.

Two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath Wang Jinxi's feet.

His body, which was originally so thin it looked like a skeleton, suddenly swelled up a bit. But it wasn't his muscles that swelled up; it was his bones.

His shoulder blades, arms, and chest all seemed to be stretched open by some force. The knuckles beneath his school uniform bulged, making him look even stranger and colder.

A wisp of faint black energy burst forth from his body.

The air seemed to have become heavier, as if tainted by the black mist.

Dark attribute?

Tang Wulin's eyes narrowed slightly.

Wang Jinxi strode towards him, arms raised, his eyes burning with what seemed like two black flames. The oppressive aura he exuded was not like Wei Xiaofeng's agile and unpredictable nature, but rather more direct and heavy, like a skeletal beast crawling out of the ground, crashing head-on with a chilling aura of death.

Tang Wulin did not back down.

He crossed his arms in front of him, and a white spirit ring lit up beneath his feet. The aura of the weak spirit flashed by his side, almost imperceptible, yet it still appeared along with the spirit ring, according to the rules of spirit masters.

Below the stage, Wu Changkong's gaze shifted slightly.

He noticed that Tang Wulin's aura was different from before the typhoon.

That wasn't a huge change in soul power level, but a change deep within the body.

It's heavier.

More stable.

Like a piece of ore that was originally rough and angular, it has been forged by some intense force. Although the surface is still immature, the inside has gained an indescribable toughness.

The next instant, a layer of earthy yellow light enveloped Tang Wulin from behind.

That was the blessing of the earth element from the ancient moon.

Tang Wulin suddenly appeared more composed and steady. Although his speed was slightly slower, every step he took seemed to pin him firmly to the competition stage.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of red light flew out from above his shoulder.

The fireball, trailing a blazing tail, hurtled straight toward Wang Jinxi's face.

"Snapped!"

Wang Jinxi struck out with his right hand, a flash of black light appearing in his palm.

He extinguished the fireball with a single palm strike.

The afterglow exploded, black energy swirled, but his steps did not falter in the slightest, and the next moment he collided head-on with Tang Wulin.

A head-on collision.

This is a fighting style that only offensive-type Soul Masters would choose.

There are no tricks.

There was no dodge.

It is a direct clash of strength, physicality, momentum, and soul power.

"boom--"

A low, muffled thud exploded.

The voice wasn't crisp, but it was so deep that it made many of the trainees in the audience feel a jolt in their chests.

Tang Wulin swayed, his feet slipped slightly on the ground, and he came to a stop.

Wang Jinxi, however, was knocked back three steps.

With each step back, a dull thud echoed across the playing platform.

For the first time, Zhang Yangzi showed obvious surprise.

He knew Wang Jinxi's power all too well.

That was the formidable physique bestowed by a top-tier melee-type martial soul. Although Wang Jinxi appeared thin, his bone strength and explosive power were extremely terrifying, especially after his martial soul was attached to him; his close-combat strength was absolutely monstrous among his peers.

Even Zhang Yangzi himself wouldn't choose to confront Wang Jinxi head-on.

But Tang Wulin, who only has a ten-year soul ring, actually knocked Wang Jinxi back in a pure clash of power?

How is that possible?

Wang Jinxi himself was even more shocked.

In the instant he collided with the person, he felt as if he had not bumped into a person at all.

It was a giant rock buried underground.

No, it's more like a mountain.

The force wasn't just immense, it was also incredibly heavy. So heavy that it felt as if his bones had been jolted, and his body was thrown backward completely out of his control.

Gu Yue did not make any further moves.

She remained hidden behind Tang Wulin.

Since the other side, including Zhang Yangzi, hasn't made a move yet, she must conserve her strength.

However, the moment Tang Wulin bumped into Wang Jinxi, Gu Yue's strange feeling intensified.

Tang Wulin has changed.

It's not simply about increasing strength.

There was something deeper in his aura that she couldn't quite describe.

It was heavy, intense, and carried an underlying pressure that made people instinctively want to approach yet also want to retreat.

On the other side, Xie Xie and Wei Xiaofeng finally clashed.

Sensing the threat posed by Xie Xie, Wei Xiaofeng's first spirit ring lit up.

His body suddenly became ethereal, leaving a trail of blue afterimages behind him.

Those afterimages are not simply light trails.

They surrounded Wei Xiaofeng, each retaining an almost realistic movement and outline. At first glance, it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.

The first soul skill of the Azure Shadow Serpent Martial Soul is Azure Shadow Stack.

Wei Xiaofeng's arrogance was not without reason.

His soul and martial soul share the same origin and have an extremely high compatibility, so the two soul skills he gains are naturally far beyond what an ordinary hundred-year-old soul can provide.

Although Qingyingdie was not a true clone, it was enough to fool people into thinking it was real.

Several green shadows flashed and crisscrossed before Xie Xie's eyes, while Wei Xiaofeng's true form quietly lowered his center of gravity, and one foot silently extended, wrapping around Xie Xie's calf like a snake's tail.

Just hold on for a moment.

The outcome of a battle between agility-based attackers is often clear enough.

Can Xie Xie distinguish between the illusion and the real body?

He can't right now.

But he had his own way.

Wu Changkong had taught him that when an enemy's abilities are temporarily unanalyzable, one should not be led by the nose. The best approach is to maximize one's own strengths.

Overcome skill with force.

Disrupt the chaos with speed.

Therefore, Xie Xie's first spirit ring lit up the instant the opponent released the Azure Shadow Stack.

The Light Dragon Dagger suddenly slashed horizontally.

A golden blade of light flew out like a crescent moon.

The light blade sliced ​​through the air, producing a series of fine hissing sounds, its sharp aura sweeping across the ground almost touching it.

I don't care how many afterimages you have.

Let's just kill them all.

After Xie Xie broke through to the second ring, his overall soul power increased by a level. The power of the Light Dragon Slash also increased significantly.

Wei Xiaofeng's expression changed.

Before he could even extend his kick, he already felt the chill of the light blade approaching his lower abdomen.

He no longer cared about the black kick; he sprang up and leaped upwards, trying to avoid the attack.

However, an afterimage is, after all, just an afterimage.

His real body leaped, and the afterimage's movements were a beat slower. In that instant, the real and the fake became immediately clear.

Xie Xie's eyes turned cold.

With his toes touching the ground, he used the Light Dragon Slash as cover and spun around to get close to Wei Xiaofeng.

The Light Dragon Dagger flashed continuously in his palm, like pieces of golden light tearing into the blue shadow.

A series of afterimages hurriedly gathered around Wei Xiaofeng, attempting to disrupt Xie Xie's attack.

However, those afterimages only possessed a tiny fraction of Wei Xiaofeng's true strength, and were utterly unable to withstand the sharpness of the Light Dragon Dagger. The dagger pierced through the afterimages like a blade cutting through thin mist, tearing the green shadows to shreds one after another.

The overlapping green shadows were broken.

The students in Class 1 of Grade 1 were dumbfounded.

Wei Xiaofeng was actually at a disadvantage?

His usually invincible Azure Shadow Fold was actually torn apart by the other party using such forceful methods?

Only Ye Yingluo frowned slightly, realizing the key point.

Xie Xie's martial spirit is definitely not simple.

On the surface, it was just a dagger, but its sharpness far surpassed that of ordinary weapon spirits, and it also possessed a kind of oppressive aura. That aura suppressed Wei Xiaofeng's agility, preventing him from fully unleashing his rhythm from the very beginning.

Otherwise, the Azure Shadow Stack wouldn't have broken so quickly.

In the center of the arena, after being knocked back, Wang Jinxi's eyes burned even brighter with black fire.

He was enraged.

At this moment, Tang Wulin truly released his martial spirit.

A white spirit ring encircled his feet, and a deep light emerged from the depths of his right palm.

In the next instant, a sinking star hammer materialized in his hand.

There is only one.

The hammer's body is dark and heavy, with no sharp edges, yet it possesses a compelling sense of weight. Unlike ordinary hammer-type martial spirits, it is not clumsy; instead, its lines are steady, and a faint, star-like light flashes briefly deep within the hammer's surface.

The moment the Sinking Star Hammer appeared, Tang Wulin's entire aura changed.

Previously, he was like a rock standing still in place.

Now, it's as if he holds that mountain in his hands.

Tang Wulin held the hammer in his right hand, his left hand slightly protecting his body, his gaze fixed on Wang Jinxi.

From that collision just now, he had already determined that the opponent's martial spirit was related to bones and was extremely strong.

But so what?

He can forge even the deepest silver a thousand times, and he can even break through the internal veins of rare metals bit by bit.

Even the strongest bones have a direction to bear the force.

Once the point of force is found, it can be broken.

"roar--"

Wang Jinxi let out a low growl.

His first spirit ring suddenly lit up, the century-old spirit ring radiating light.

His body underwent another change.

His entire right arm swelled up rapidly.

It wasn't the flesh and blood swelling, but the bones that were bulging.

The forearm elongated, the metacarpal bones thickened, and the five fingers gradually twisted into four extremely thick bone claws. Each claw tip was covered with jet-black nails, the edges gleaming with a cold light.

An oppressive and terrifying aura erupted from that right arm.

Wang Jinxi strode forward, his bone claws tearing through the black mist, heading straight for Tang Wulin.

If this attack is successful, it will not be a simple repulsion.

Tang Wulin's gaze remained unchanged.

He did not back down.

His right hand, wielding the Sinking Star Hammer, sank slightly, his arm muscles tensed, and his center of gravity lowered further. Gu Yue's earth elemental buff was still active, making him as stable as if he had landed firmly on the competition stage.

The bone claws fell.

The sinking star hammer met the attack head-on.

"Thump—"

It wasn't the crisp clang of metal striking metal.

It was a dull, heavy sound.

Like a sledgehammer striking hard, dry bones, or a boulder crashing into a deep well.

Wang Jinxi's bone claws were jolted into a sudden pause, and black energy exploded outwards.

At the same time, a faint cracking sound came from the ground beneath Tang Wulin's feet. His right arm was pressed down slightly, but in the next instant, he used that pressure to turn halfway to the side, and the Sinking Star Hammer did not block head-on, but instead smashed diagonally along the outside of the bone claw.

The angle at which it was smashed was extremely tricky.

It's not about slapping the palm of your hand.

Instead, it struck the joint where Wang Jinxi's wrist and forearm connect.

"Bang!"

Wang Jinxi's right arm jolted, and his entire bony arm was knocked to the side.

For the first time, a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

Tang Wulin took a step forward.

The hammer swung upwards again.

He didn't have the oppressive, airtight pressure of a double-hammer combo; instead, each strike was heavier, deeper, and more focused. The trajectory of the single-handled sinking star hammer in his hand wasn't flashy, but each strike seemed pre-calculated, specifically targeting the point where Wang Jinxi's bone arm's power shifted.

"Bang!"

Wang Jinxi raised his arm to block.

The black energy surged.

"Bang!"

The hammer fell again, causing his bony arm to sink.

"Bang!"

When the third hammer fell, Wang Jinxi finally slipped, and his center of gravity was violently disrupted.

Tang Wulin didn't smash things randomly.

He fights using the understanding he gained from forging.

It's not about using the forging hammer as a weapon, but rather about incorporating the judgment of structure, force, and rhythm during forging into the Soul of the Sinking Star Hammer.

He was "listening" to Wang Jinxi's bones.

Listen to where the bony arm is hardest, where it's most brittle, where the force is applied, and where the vibration returns.

This is the path Tang Wulin should truly take.

Wang Jinxi roared and swung his bone claws horizontally, attempting to force Tang Wulin away with sheer force.

A flash of golden light disappeared in Tang Wulin's eyes.

Instead of blocking head-on, he took a half-step back with his right foot, using the earth element to stabilize his lower body. He swung the Sinking Star Hammer along with his body's rotation, avoiding the direct impact of the bone claws, and slammed it heavily into the inside of Wang Jinxi's arm.

"boom!"

The bone claws grazed past Tang Wulin's shoulder, the black energy they stirred up causing his clothes to flutter loudly.

However, the Sinking Star Hammer intercepted Wang Jinxi's force at the same instant.

Wang Jinxi's forward momentum was abruptly interrupted, and his body suddenly froze.

At that very moment, Gu Yue finally made his move.

A wisp of wind swept out from behind Tang Wulin, gently supporting his back, causing his already exhausted center of gravity to suddenly shift forward an inch.

It's this one inch.

Tang Wulin's Sinking Star Hammer fell again.

"boom--"

Wang Jinxi groaned, his body being knocked backward again by the impact.

This time, he retreated in an even more disheveled manner than before.

The black energy on his right arm surged, and a faint tremor appeared on the surface of his bone claw.

Zhang Yangzi's face finally darkened.

This Tang Wulin is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface.

Tang Wulin gripped the Sinking Star Hammer, his chest rising and falling slightly.

My body hasn't fully recovered from breaking through the seal, and every time I exert force, a faint soreness comes from deep within my body.

But he didn't reveal a single thing.

He simply stood there, his hammer lowered, his eyes calm.

Like a door.

It's also like a wall.

If you want to challenge Gu Yue and disrupt Class 5's formation, you must first get past him.