Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

After Wu Changkong finished speaking, the classroom of Class 5 remained quiet for several moments.

No one dared to interrupt.

The student hit by the chalk covered his mouth, his face flushed, barely daring to cough loudly. Wu Changkong, however, acted as if nothing had happened, simply speaking calmly:

"continue."

Following Yun Xiao is Zhou Changxi.

When Zhou Changxi stood up, his shoulders and back were stiff, and his voice was noticeably lower than usual.

"Zhou Changxi, Martial Soul: Mighty Ape, Level 11. Wants to go for a power-attack build."

Wu Changkong glanced at him, offered no comment, and simply said:

"Next."

Next, it was Xie Xie's turn.

Xie Xie stood up, his expression as indifferent as ever, as if everything in the classroom had little to do with him.

"Xie Xie, Martial Soul: Light Dragon Dagger, Level 18. Agility-based Battle Soul Master."

A collective gasp filled the classroom.

Level 18.

Nine years old, level 18.

The moment this number was released, even the tense atmosphere that had been caused by Wu Changkong visibly relaxed. For first-year students, levels eleven and twelve are common, levels thirteen or fourteen are already considered good, but level eighteen is indeed far ahead.

Someone couldn't help but whisper, "So tall," while others subconsciously glanced at Xie Xie a few more times.

Tang Wulin sat beside him without saying a word.

He had already sensed it yesterday: Xie Xie was not weak, and not just ordinary weak. If it weren't for the cramped space of the dormitory, and if the other party hadn't suffered a silent loss first, he might not have been able to land that punch so smoothly in a direct fight.

Wu Changkong's expression remained unchanged.

"Next."

Just like the fact that he was at level 18, it wasn't worth his time to even glance at it.

The self-introductions continued quickly.

The twenty students in Class Five mostly had soul power around level eleven, and their martial souls weren't particularly outstanding either. There wasn't anyone who immediately struck you as sharp and powerful; most of them barely made it into the class, or were either from unconventional backgrounds or somewhere in between.

Xie Xie is the most outstanding one among them.

Yun Xiao's level twelve is already considered quite high.

As for Tang Wulin, although his Sinking Star Hammer is not weak, his level eleven soul power is still not the most eye-catching among the entire Class Five.

After everyone had finished introducing themselves, Wu Changkong closed the roll call, his voice remaining calm.

Classes will officially begin tomorrow.

"My teaching style will be different from the teachers you've encountered before. If you're afraid of hardship, fatigue, or pain, you can go find someone to transfer to another class now, or try to drop out. Those who stay, stop talking nonsense."

No one in the classroom responded.

Wu Changkong didn't wait for a response and turned to walk out.

"get out of class dismissed."

As soon as he left, the tension in Class 5 seemed to ease a little.

Discussions erupted almost immediately.

Some said Xie Xie's level 18 was an exaggeration, some whispered about Wu Changkong's face and his coldness, and others cautiously looked at Tang Wulin, clearly still deeply impressed by his words "blacksmith" from that morning.

"Let's go."

Xie Xie turned his head to look at Tang Wulin, his tone cold.

"We should settle yesterday's score."

Tang Wulin didn't waste any words with him, stood up and walked out.

He never intended to hide.

When he saw Xie Xie this morning, he knew that this fight was inevitable sooner or later. Since that was the case, he might as well end it sooner rather than later.

The two left the classroom one after the other.

As soon as I reached the stairwell, I heard a much louder noise than usual outside. It seemed like a lot of upperclassmen were crowding in the same direction, especially girls, who were all trying to suppress their excitement as they walked, as if they were chasing someone.

Tang Wulin was looking on with some confusion when a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Tang Wulin?"

He turned his head and first saw a refreshing blue.

Looking up again, he recognized the person who had come.

"Senior."

Liu Yuxin walked up to him with a smile, her ponytail swaying gently. She was just as neat and friendly as she was yesterday.

"It really is you." She glanced at Tang Wulin, then looked at the Class 5 sign by the classroom door. "You've been assigned to Class 5?"

"Yes." Tang Wulin nodded. "We just split up."

Liu Yuxin's expression suddenly became a little subtle.

"So... your homeroom teacher is Mr. Wu Changkong?"

"yes."

As soon as Tang Wulin finished speaking, Liu Yuxin's eyes lit up. Her expression was almost exactly the same as that of the older girls in the hallway earlier, except that she was a little more restrained and it wasn't as obvious.

"Wu Lin, I need your help."

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment.

"What kind of help?"

Liu Yuxin looked around, lowered her voice, and stuffed something the size of her palm into his hand.

"If it's convenient for you during your classes, could you please take some photos of the dance teacher for me?"

Tang Wulin looked down and saw a small soul-guided camera.

He didn't react at first.

"Take a picture...of the teacher?"

"Yeah, right." Liu Yuxin smiled a little shyly, but the excitement in her eyes was impossible to hide. "You probably don't know, but Teacher Wu is very famous in the academy. Countless girls in the upperclassmen like him, and even some of the young female teachers secretly watch him. Everyone calls him 'the aloof male god' in private."

Xie Xie, who was standing to the side, had been looking impatient, but upon hearing this, he didn't leave immediately; instead, he stopped.

Clearly, he wasn't entirely unwilling to listen to things related to the homeroom teacher.

Liu Yuxin continued:

"Teacher Wu used to mainly teach the senior class, but for some reason, he was transferred to the intermediate class. Many senior students were very upset, feeling that the academy was wasting his talent. You are now his students, what a rare opportunity!"

Tang Wulin held the soul-guided camera, feeling it was getting quite hot.

"Senior, this isn't really appropriate..."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Liu Yuxin said with a smile. "I won't let you help me for nothing. If there's anything you want to know, I can tell you a little bit."

As she spoke, she moved closer and lowered her voice even further.

"Teacher Wu is very strong. Really strong. People in the senior class used to say in private that he was probably one of the most powerful teachers in the academy. I once saw him activate his martial soul from afar, it looked like it was at the sixth ring."

The Sixth Ring Road.

Soul Emperor.

Tang Wulin's grip on the soul-guided camera tightened involuntarily.

For him now, that level is too far away. So far that even if he tries to think about it seriously, he can only come up with a vague outline.

But it is precisely because it is far away that it makes people instinctively feel heavy.

Someone like Wu Changkong already exudes a cold and sharp aura when he stands on the podium. What would it be like if the Sixth Ring were actually released?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liu Yuxin assumed he was interested and immediately added:

"Keep this for me for now, I'll take my time filming it later. Don't worry, I won't let you work for nothing."

After saying this, she turned and ran away without waiting for Tang Wulin to refuse again.

"Senior—"

Tang Wulin called out instinctively, but Liu Yuxin had already blended into the group of people on the other side of the corridor and followed the direction Wu Changkong had left in.

He looked down at the soul-guided camera in his hand, feeling a little helpless.

"You'd better put it away first," Xie Xie said coldly from the side. "If you really start fighting later, you won't be able to afford to pay for it if it breaks."

Tang Wulin glanced at him but did not refute.

That's true.

He carefully put the soul-guided camera into his backpack, tightened the backpack straps again, and then said:

"Let's go."

Xie Xie turned and walked out.

"Let's go to Donghai Park."

Tang Wulin followed.

"Are there fewer people over there?"

"Enough for you to lie down." Xie Xie said without turning his head.

Tang Wulin was too lazy to argue with him, and simply replied:

"Let's talk about it after we've finished fighting."

He wasn't actually opposed to this fight.

Yesterday's battle in the dormitory was too chaotic. Winning wasn't entirely due to strength; there were many unexpected factors. But it was precisely because he fought that he realized more clearly that although he could forge and had enough strength, he was still extremely rusty when actually using his martial spirit in combat.

He hadn't truly mastered how to use the Sinking Star Hammer, when to unleash his first soul skill, or how to keep up with his own physical strength.

Fighting Xie Xie again would actually be a good thing for him.

The two went downstairs one after the other.

The sun was bright on campus, and the wind was quite strong. Donghai Academy had many trees, and the leaves rustled softly in the breeze. People along the way glanced at them, probably recognizing the lingering bruise on Xie Xie's face, while others recognized Tang Wulin, their eyes filled with curiosity.

But neither of them paid any attention to it.

Once you leave the teaching building and walk further out, the sounds on campus gradually fade away.

Xie Xie walked quickly, clearly not wanting to drag this fight out for too long. Tang Wulin didn't fall behind either, his steps were steady, his shoulders and back naturally open, and he didn't look tense at all; instead, he gave off a sense of calm.

When they reached the school gate, Xie Xie turned his head and glanced at him.

"I won't hold back later."

"I didn't intend for you to stay either," Tang Wulin replied.

Xie Xie snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Donghai Park is not too far from the college.

On the way, Tang Wulin didn't speak again. Xie Xie did the same. Both of them were focused on the upcoming match, and neither was interested in saying anything unnecessary.

In Tang Wulin's mind, he had already begun to replay yesterday's battle over and over again.

Thank you for your help.

very fast.

Even in the cramped dormitory, he could still execute such clean dodges and counterattacks. If he were in a more open space, he would only be in more trouble.

But the more things were like this, the more determined Tang Wulin became to fight.

Only such an opponent can force out one's own problems.

Only an opponent like this is worth fighting a serious match for him.

So, he silently thought of one sentence in his heart—

Facts will prove everything.