Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Be content.

Xie Xie pursed his lips.

"There are countless classes in the advanced department, all vying to have the dance teacher. And you're complaining that he's being unreasonable?"

Zhang Yangzi muttered under his breath, "They've never been frozen before."

"Keep up."

Tang Wulin only said two words.

Wu Changkong, who was walking at the front, had already turned the corner of the corridor, and the hem of his white clothes disappeared behind the wall. The others dared not delay any longer and quickly followed.

The place Wu Changkong took them to was neither the training ground where they usually trained their physical fitness, nor the Spirit Transmission Tower.

It was the academy's trial hall.

The Trial Hall is located behind the teaching area. The entire building is semi-circular, with its exterior walls constructed from a combination of heavy alloy and special stone. It is specifically for students to practice their soul skills and engage in real combat, and each area inside is equipped with a soul-guided protective device.

The impact, flames, and frost caused by soul skills will not affect the outside world as long as they do not exceed the protective shield's capacity.

"Have we been relegated?"

Zhang Yangzi, who was at the back, asked Wang Jinxi in a low voice.

The Trial Hall is the place most frequently used by the regular classes.

Since they joined Class Zero, almost all of their truly important combat training has taken place at the Spirit Ascension Platform. There, they encounter a realistic forest environment, unpredictable spirit beasts, and the agony of near-death experiences.

In comparison, the Trial Hall seemed much safer.

Wang Jinxi glanced at him.

"You're talking a lot today."

"I was just expressing a reasonable question."

"Then you can speak louder and ask the dance teacher directly."

Zhang Yangzi immediately shut his mouth.

Wu Changkong had a brief conversation with the teacher in charge of the trial hall, and soon he had access to a large area on the third floor.

The Trial Hall has three floors.

Each floor has four training grounds of varying sizes, which are open on weekdays according to the students' grade and course schedule.

The third floor is used by the fewest people.

As the heavy metal doors slid open to the sides, a circular area with a diameter of nearly fifty meters appeared before everyone.

The ground was paved with a gray-black composite material, without any obstacles, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with concentric circles of soul-guiding array patterns. The ceiling was brightly lit, and the entire arena was so quiet that you could hear the sound of footsteps landing.

Wu Changkong walked to the center of the field and stopped.

The five people stood near the entrance.

Xie Xie stretched his shoulders, looking eager to try.

"Dance teacher, how do we group them?"

He looked at Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, a malicious smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Is it the three of us fighting the two of them?"

The three people in question are Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and him.

Zhang Yangzi clearly remembered the results of the last internal practice exercise, and his face darkened immediately upon hearing this.

Wu Changkong coldly replied, "No."

"Then how do we fight?"

"The five of you."

Wu Changkong looked up at them.

"Just for me."

Xie Xie's smile froze.

"Five against one?"

He subconsciously thought, "Isn't this a bit unfair...?"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Wait a minute, are you saying the five of us beat you up?"

Wu Changkong ignored his surprise.

"remember."

"This is not the Ascension Platform."

"The injuries you suffer will not be immediately terminated by the teleportation mechanism, nor is there an exit button to avoid the consequences for you."

"I will suppress my soul power to a level similar to yours, without using soul skills or relying on my soul power level to forcibly suppress you."

"But I will use my Martial Soul."

His voice was completely flat.

"As for whether you can stop the sword in time, that depends on your own performance."

The soul-guided protective shield at the edge of the trial ground slowly lit up.

A pale white light curtain rose to the dome, completely sealing off the entire venue.

Xie Xie swallowed.

Zhang Yangzi, who had just been complaining about the intensity of the training, immediately shut his mouth.

Wu Changkong said, "Begin."

There is no reciprocal.

They were not given any more time to prepare.

Rings of soul energy quietly rose from beneath Wu Changkong's feet.

Two yellow, two purple, two black.

The six soul rings pulsed slowly.

The aura of a Soul Emperor was released for only a moment, and the air in the entire trial arena seemed to freeze instantly. The chests of the five people sank simultaneously, and even their breathing paused for a moment.

But the next moment, that terrifying soul power quickly subsided.

Wu Changkong's soul power fluctuations continued to decrease until they stabilized at the level of a second-ring Great Soul Master.

The six spirit rings still hovered around him, but none of them lit up.

He loosely clenched his right hand.

An icy blue light condensed in his palm, extending outwards into a long, slender sword.

Heavenly Frost Sword.

The sword's blade was as clear as ice, yet its edge gleamed with a faint, chilling light. The moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature didn't drop noticeably, but Wu Changkong's usually indifferent eyes underwent a subtle change.

His gaze fell on the sword.

There was an unusual gentleness in his eyes.

It was as if he wasn't holding a weapon.

Instead, they were his old friends who had been with him for a long time and understood him without needing to say a word.

White clothes.

Blue Sword.

As you stand there, it's as if fine snow is falling silently around you.

Eight words suddenly appeared in Tang Wulin's mind.

White robes and blue sword, the sky is icy and snowy.

The last time Wu Changkong truly unleashed the Heavenly Frost Sword was when he faced the mecha captain, Guang Biao.

At that time, Tang Wulin couldn't even see how Wu Changkong made his move before the battle was over.

Today, however, the tip of the Heavenly Frost Sword was aimed at them.

"Formation!"

Tang Wulin gave a low shout.

His voice brought the four people, who had been momentarily stunned, back to their senses.

Gu Yue immediately arrived at the center-rear position of the group.

Xie Xie pulled to the left.

Zhang Yangzi spread his black wings and retreated to the right.

Wang Jinxi's joints cracked slightly as the Bone Dragon King Martial Soul began to possess him, guarding behind Gu Yue.

Tang Wulin stood at the very front.

The sinking star hammer condensed and took shape in his right hand.

The darkened hammer body was more solid than before, with tiny star-like dots shimmering faintly. The spirit of a small ant also crawled out from the back of his hand and stopped at the base of the hammer handle, its two antennae trembling slightly.

This is not the static defensive formation they usually use in the Ascension Platform.

There's no point in simply huddling together when facing the vast sky.

They have no choice but to take the initiative and attack.

"I'm staying facing forward."

Tang Wulin quickly said, "Gu Yue restricts his movement."

"Xie Xie finds the flaw."

"Yang Zi and Jin Xi, press in from both sides, but do not enter the sword encirclement at the same time."

He had already rushed out after saying that.

Wu Changkong stood still, his Heavenly Frost Sword hanging obliquely.

It was not stopped.

They did not move them in advance.

A yellow spirit ring lit up beneath Tang Wulin's feet.

The little ant's soul transformed into a pale golden light and merged into the Sinking Star Hammer.

The hammer suddenly sank.

He did not attack Wu Changkong directly, but when he was still more than ten meters away from his opponent, he suddenly brought the Sinking Star Hammer to the ground.

"Thump!"

The low-pitched oscillations spread forward.

A tremendous weight pressing down.

This force couldn't truly subdue Wu Changkong, but it could disrupt his landing rhythm through the ground. As long as his center of gravity shifted for even a moment, Gu Yue and Xie Xie could seize the opportunity.

Gu Yue's attack also arrived at the same time.

More than ten fireballs appeared around her one after another.

Each fireball was small, but their flight paths were all different. Some traveled in a straight line, some circled around from the side, some were extremely fast, and some deliberately lagged behind.

The fireballs maintained a slight interval between each other.

However, as they approached Wu Changkong, the few behind them were suddenly accelerated by the wind element.

The fireballs, which were originally launched one after the other, arrived at the same time at the last moment.

Up, down, left, right.

It almost completely blocked all the space around Wu Changkong where he could dodge.

Ice and fire restrain each other.

When the soul power is suppressed to a similar level, the fire element can at least affect the cold air around the Heavenly Frost Sword.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi did not rush in immediately.

The two flanked Wu Changkong from both sides, using their bodies and martial spirit aura to compress his range of movement.

Xie Xie then completely disappeared from view.

He lowered his body and quickly approached from the edge of the shockwave created by Tang Wulin, concealing the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger in his hands respectively.

The five people's movements were not completely synchronized.

However, this naturally creates a sense of hierarchy.

Tang Wulin disrupted the center of gravity.

Gu Yue blocked their retreat.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi created pressure.

Xie Xie was responsible for breaking through the real bottleneck.

This is the coordination they developed through three months of training.

Wu Changkong finally moved.

He simply moved one step to the left.

The movements are slow.

It can even make people clearly see the soles of the feet lift and fall.

But this one step changed the landing point of all the fireballs.

The attacks, which originally arrived simultaneously, were now separated into extremely subtle sequences due to the shift in angle.

The Heavenly Frost Sword was only slowly raised when the first fireball arrived.

The sword tip touches lightly.

There was no sound of collision.

A tiny, icy-blue dot of light suddenly appeared at the center of the fireball, then silently extinguished from within.

The second one.

The third one.

The Heavenly Frost Sword seemed to only draw a faint arc in front of Wu Changkong.

More than ten fireballs disappeared one after another.

It was not chopped up.

It was not frozen.

Instead, it was precisely struck at the core by the sword tip, causing the elemental structure to instantly lose its balance and disintegrate on its own.

Gu Yue's expression changed slightly.

She could clearly feel that each fireball was destroyed from its most vulnerable core.

Wu Changkong did not use stronger soul power to extinguish the flames.

He only used his eyesight and swordsmanship.

Just as the last fireball extinguished, an immense pressure descended upon Wu Changkong's feet.

A muffled thud came from the gray-black ground.

Wu Changkong paused slightly in his steps.

Tang Wulin's eyes narrowed.

"Now!"

Xie Xie suddenly appeared from behind.

The Shadow Dragon Dagger thrusts straight at Wu Changkong's waist shadow, while the Light Dragon Dagger blocks his return sword path.

At the same time, Wang Jinxi pressed down from the right, his bone dragon claws outstretched, his target not the Heavenly Frost Sword, but Wu Changkong's wrist holding the sword.

Zhang Yangzi swooped down from the upper left.

Black wings swept through the air, and claw-like beams of soul power shot straight at Wu Changkong's shoulder.

A pincer attack from three sides.

Tang Wulin did not rush to the front.

He stood a few meters away from Wu Changkong, the Sinking Star Hammer already raised.

As long as Wu Changkong tries to break through in any direction, he will use the heaviest blow to force the opponent back into the encirclement.

Wu Changkong's feet moved.

He turned just a very slight half-step.

A gap suddenly appeared in the spot that had been blocked by the three people.

His body was like a snowflake falling in the wind.

It appears to have no speed.

But it slipped lightly between Xie Xie's twin daggers and Wang Jinxi's bone dragon claws.

Zhang Yangzi's attack grazed past his shoulder, missing him by only an inch, yet it didn't even touch the white-clad figure.

Xie Xie was struck by a sudden flash of light.

Wu Changkong was clearly right in front of him, yet his figure seemed to be swaying in three directions at the same time.

Which one is true?

His judgment was only hesitated for a moment.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Tang Wulin's heart.

"wrong!"

"Return it!"

He did not rush in rashly.

The Sinking Star Hammer swept across the ground, unleashing a burst of hammer wind and immense pressure, attempting to force Wu Changkong away while simultaneously creating retreat space for his companions.

Xie Xie was most familiar with Tang Wulin's judgment.

The word "retreat" had barely left his lips when he withdrew his two daggers without hesitation, and with a second burst of power from his feet, he darted backward.

A streak of icy blue sword light grazed past his chest.

A thin, long ice mark instantly formed on the surface of the Thousand-Refined Titanium Vest.

It was so close.

Xie Xie broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi were a step behind.

It's not that they don't trust Tang Wulin.

Instead, Wu Changkong's figure had already appeared between the two.

No soul skills.

There was no powerful soul force to suppress it.

There was only one Heavenly Frost Sword.

Before the sword blade even truly touched the body, the chill had already seeped into the bones along the skin.

It can't be refunded.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi exchanged a glance.

The tacit understanding formed through long-term joint training led them to make decisions almost simultaneously.

Their hands suddenly clasped together.

A dark aura erupted from Zhang Yangzi's body, and his black wings were fully spread.

A series of dense bone rumbling sounds emanated from Wang Jinxi's body, and the aura of the Bone Dragon King rapidly increased.

They dared not keep it.

Facing Wu Changkong, the slightest hesitation will lead to immediate defeat.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Dark Eagle Dragon!

The two scents began to come into contact.

The Dark Eagle's agility, shadows, and flight abilities rapidly enveloped the Bone Dragon King's martial soul.

Based on past experience, the soul power of the two should merge at this moment.

Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon King will sprout black wings.

Zhang Yangzi's speed and dark attributes will also be enhanced by the power of the Bone Dragon.

Even if their martial soul fusion is incomplete, it is enough to produce an explosive power far exceeding that of the individual in a short period of time.

But this time, the situation is different.

As soon as Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon King aura rose, a deep dragon roar came from within his body.

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet it carried a heaviness that was completely different from the past.

Faint, dark gold patterns were faintly visible between the joints.

His aura did not merge with Zhang Yangzi's Dark Eagle Hatchling.

Instead, they instinctively reject it outwards.

The moment Zhang Yangzi's dark soul power covered it, it was like water hitting an impenetrable rock, and was forcefully pushed away.

"What?"

Zhang Yangzi's expression changed drastically.

He forcibly increased his soul power output.

The aura of darkness pressed down on Wang Jinxi once again.

However, the power of the Bone Dragon King within Wang Jinxi's body also increased, and the dark gold patterns on the surface of his bones flashed by, once again shaking off Zhang Yangzi's soul power.

The two forces that could have barely merged suddenly became incompatible.

Like two pieces of metal that no longer fit together.

Even if they are forcibly pressed together, they cannot be re-fused.

"puff!"

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi both groaned at the same time.

The backlash of soul power from the failed fusion caused both of them to tremble violently, their faces turning pale instantly.

The sword that dances in the sky has arrived.

Two points of cold light flashed in the air.

The Heavenly Frost Sword struck the chests of the two men respectively.

A chill spread instantly.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi froze on the spot, a thin layer of ice quickly forming beneath their feet.

Wu Changkong did not continue his attack.

He sheathed the Heavenly Frost Sword, and for the first time, the coldness in his eyes was replaced by doubt.

Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie also stopped what they were doing.

All eyes were on Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi.

There's no way I could have mistaken what I just saw.

Their spirit fusion failed.

During the promotion tournament, both of them successfully used the Dark Eagle Dragon.

Although the fusion was incomplete and the process was not stable, it was indeed able to connect the powers of the two martial souls together.

Just now, it wasn't them who were interrupted by Wu Changkong.

Before being truly interfered with by external forces, the two martial souls had already repelled each other on their own.

Wu Changkong raised his hand and waved.

The chill emanating from the Frost Sword quickly dissipated.

Zhang Yangzi staggered a step, and Wang Jinxi also took half a step back.

Their expressions were even more unpleasant than their faces.

They always knew that their martial spirit, taken individually, was not the most powerful on the continent.

Zhang Yangzi possesses the attributes of flight and darkness.

Wang Jinxi possesses the powerful offensive capabilities of the Bone Dragon King.

What truly gives them top-tier potential is the fusion of their martial souls.

The Dark Eagle Dragon is their biggest trump card.

This is also why they believe they can reach a higher level in the future.

Now, this trump card has suddenly disappeared.

"What happened?"

Wu Changkong looked at the two of them.

His voice remained indifferent, but his brows were already furrowed.

Zhang Yangzi looked down at his hands.

"I have no idea."

"The fusion had just begun, but Jin Xi's martial spirit suddenly pushed my power away."

Wang Jinxi raised his right arm.

Before the bone dragon claw had fully retracted, the fleeting dark gold patterns on the surface of the finger bones had already disappeared.

His face was also full of confusion.

"My martial soul... seems unwilling to accept his soul power."

Zhang Yangzi suddenly looked at him.

This statement sounds extremely harsh.

It's not that the problem lies in the fusion process.

Rather, it was Wang Jinxi's martial spirit that voluntarily abandoned him.

"Try again."

Wu Changkong stepped back.

The Heavenly Frost Sword hung at his side.

"No need to manage me."

"Focus all your attention on your martial spirit."

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi exchanged glances.

The two who had just been fighting side by side now had an undisguised unease in their eyes.

If it's just a mistake, you can start over.

But what if the martial soul really has undergone some kind of change...?

They didn't dare to think any further.

Wang Jinxi took a deep breath.

"Come."

Zhang Yangzi nodded vigorously.

Both of them simultaneously raised their soul power to the limit.

Zhang Yangzi's black wings spread wide, and his first and second spirit rings lit up one after the other. The phantom of a dark fledgling eagle appeared behind him. Although his spirit had only recently recovered and his aura was still somewhat weak, his spirit itself showed no obvious abnormalities.

Wang Jinxi stood with his feet apart.

The Bone Dragon King's martial spirit fully possesses him.

His joints bulged out inch by inch, his right arm transformed into a giant bone dragon claw, and the aura around his body became heavy and cold.

Zhang Yangzi opened her arms wide.

This time, he did not only shake hands with Wang Jinxi.

Instead, she took a step forward and hugged Wang Jinxi.

Their soul energies clashed once more.

The phantom of the Dark Fledgling covered the Bone Dragon King.

Everyone held their breath.

Just as darkness and the bone dragon were about to overlap—

The deep dragon roar resounded once again within Wang Jinxi's body.