Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

"Try it again."

Xie Xie followed behind Tang Wulin, repeating this sentence for who knows how many times.

Tang Wulin walked straight to the cafeteria without turning his head.

"Yesterday doesn't count." Xie Xie said coldly, "I clearly had you under my control in the end, but something suddenly went wrong with you."

Tang Wulin kept walking.

"That's still a win for me."

"You—" Xie Xie choked for a moment, then lowered his voice, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone about that?"

Tang Wulin finally turned around and looked at him.

"Go ahead and tell me. I don't understand it myself anyway."

These words were spoken so calmly that they only made Xie Xie feel more uncomfortable.

He originally wanted to press further, but seeing that Tang Wulin was almost at the food service window, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he immediately said:

"Fight me again, and I'll treat you to a meal at Restaurant A."

Tang Wulin stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, and for the first time, his gaze towards Xie Xie became very serious.

"real?"

Xie Xie raised his chin.

"certainly."

"Enough?"

"...Enough is enough."

"make a deal."

Tang Wulin agreed readily, without even a moment's hesitation.

Xie Xie suddenly felt a little regretful.

But the words had already been spoken, and taking them back would only make him more embarrassed, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward.

Half an hour later, Xie Xie sat in the dining area, his face growing increasingly grim.

He finally understood why people in the cafeteria had already given Tang Wulin a nickname.

This guy can really eat.

Moreover, it's not "big appetite" in the ordinary sense; it's the kind of appetite that's like there's a hole in your body, and no matter how much you eat, you still feel like it's not enough.

Tang Wulin has already eaten his thirteenth serving.

Xie Xie stared at the stack of empty plates in front of him, trying to hold back, but he couldn't resist.

"Do you have no idea how much a meal replacement costs?"

Tang Wulin swallowed a mouthful of meat and looked up at him.

"Very expensive?"

"...Not cheap."

Tang Wulin thought for a moment and withdrew his hand slightly from where he was about to extend it.

"Then I'll eat less."

"Are you looking down on me?" Xie Xie immediately exploded. "Since I said I'd treat you, I won't go back on my word. Eat yours."

Tang Wulin glanced at him and nodded.

"Then I'll continue."

After saying this, Xie Xie suddenly felt as if he had dug a hole for himself and jumped into it very cleanly.

Meal A is indeed different from Meal C.

Not only did it taste better, but the ingredients were also noticeably more refined. Tang Wulin could feel that after eating those things, they not only filled his stomach, but also felt a warm sensation slowly spreading through his abdomen, gradually easing the fatigue in his shoulders, back, arms, and even the exhaustion he felt from the repeated exertions last night and this morning.

Especially the right shoulder.

He was clearly stabbed there by the Light Dragon Dagger yesterday, but now, apart from his clothes being torn, he feels almost no discomfort.

As Tang Wulin ate, he couldn't help but think that if he ever took on jobs and made money at the Blacksmith Association, he should perhaps try a Class A meal once in a while.

Only with a strong body and stable soul power can one go further.

By the time he finally put down his chopsticks, Xie Xie no longer wanted to look at the bill on the table.

"Are you full?" he asked coldly.

"That's about it." Tang Wulin nodded sincerely. "Thank you."

Xie Xie was about to say "What?" when he suddenly realized that he was saying "thank you", and his expression immediately turned even colder.

Tang Wulin, however, paid no attention to him. After eating his fill, he felt much better, and his soul power seemed to flow gently within him. The feeling was subtle, yet very clear.

Meal A was indeed effective.

When the two returned to Class 5 classroom one after the other, Wu Changkong had already arrived.

He was dressed simply today, in a white shirt and trousers, and even standing there, he remained as cold as ice. The classroom, which had been filled with hushed conversation, fell silent the moment he arrived.

As soon as Tang Wulin sat down, he noticed that Wu Changkong's gaze lingered on him and Xie Xie for a moment.

Clearly, the lingering traces of the fight couldn't escape his notice.

But Wu Changkong didn't ask anything, he just said calmly:

"Classes officially begin today."

"Stand up. Follow me."

No one dared to delay. All twenty students in Class 5 immediately got up and followed him out of the classroom, all the way to the playground.

It's a bit windy, and the playground is quite empty.

Wu Changkong walked to the middle, turned around and looked at them.

"The first lesson: practice."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noticeable commotion below.

Several students exchanged glances, clearly not expecting this to happen on the very first day of school.

"With me, we'll see if you can fight first, then we'll talk about anything else," Wu Changkong said. "Two people per team, single-elimination. I'll be the referee. There are no rules; whoever stands at the end wins."

Upon hearing this, the students' expressions changed.

Some were nervous, some were excited, and some were pale-faced.

A female student with a weapon spirit couldn't help but raise her hand and ask in a low voice:

"Teacher Wu, do weapon spirit masters... also need to engage in actual combat?"

Wu Changkong didn't even glance at her.

"If you tell the enemy you're a Soul Weapon Master, will they stop attacking you?"

The female student immediately lowered her hand and dared not speak again.

With a casual gesture, he danced through the sky.

"Group 1: Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi."

Zhou Changxi's eyes lit up immediately.

He'd been holding his breath since yesterday. He still hadn't forgotten that punch in the dorm. But then Tang Wulin defeated Xie Xie twice, making him hesitant to go after him rashly.

But things are different now.

This is a real-life example of a teacher taking attendance.

"Come on!" Zhou Changxi took a step forward, his voice getting a little rough with excitement, "I've wanted to have a serious strength contest with you for a long time."

Tang Wulin also came out, but didn't say anything; he simply stood in the center of the field.

The surrounding students quickly dispersed and formed a circle.

Xie Xie stood in the crowd, arms crossed, his face still cold, but his gaze never left Tang Wulin. He also wanted to see how well this guy could fight without relying on "that kind of thing".

"Begin," Wu Changkong said calmly.

Zhou Changxi showed no intention of testing anyone. A white spirit ring instantly rose from beneath his feet, and his entire aura changed immediately.

Martial spirit possession.

His arms were noticeably thicker, his shoulders and back bulged, veins bulged on his forehead, and even his breathing became heavier. On his shoulder, a small brown ape-like spirit appeared, baring its teeth and hissing softly.

"First Soul Skill: Brute Force!"

Zhou Changxi shouted and charged straight at Tang Wulin like a small soul beast.

His playing style is very direct.

They didn't use any fancy techniques; they just relied on their strength and physique to charge forward.

On the edge of the playground, some students couldn't help but shrink back. Judging by his imposing presence alone, Zhou Changxi was indeed quite strong in Class 5.

But Tang Wulin stood still, without retreating.

A flash of silver light.

The sinking star hammer fell into his palm.

The moment the hammer appeared, Tang Wulin's aura subsided. Not explosive, but oppressive. Although he wasn't as tall as Zhou Changxi, the moment the hammer touched his hand, he seemed rooted to the ground, incredibly stable.

Zhou Changxi rushed forward and threw both fists at Tang Wulin's shoulder and chest.

Tang Wulin did not use his soul skill.

He simply took a step forward, gripped the hammer with both hands, held the handle horizontally, and forcefully braced himself against it.

"boom--"

A muffled thud.

Zhou Changxi felt as if his punch had struck a hard, heavy block of iron, and his momentum immediately stalled.

The next instant, Tang Wulin moved.

The upward thrust of the Sinking Star Hammer wasn't intended to injure anyone, but rather to break through Zhou Changxi's frontal force line. The thrust was short and steady; with a single movement, Zhou Changxi's arms were immediately deflected.

An empty door was revealed.

Tang Wulin lowered his shoulder and took another half step forward, pressing down hard with his right hand holding the hammer.

He still hasn't activated his soul skill.

But that sheer weight and power was terrifying enough.

Zhou Changxi's expression changed, and he instinctively tried to exert force to hold on, but Tang Wulin's hammer didn't come down; it pressed down. The force wasn't scattered; it was a straight line pressing down on his arm and chest.

The next moment, Zhou Changxi was forced to take three steps back by the pressure.

The ground thumped loudly under his feet.

Before he could even stand still, Tang Wulin had already caught up.

This time, it was finally a true head-on smash.

Unhappy.

But it is heavy.

Zhou Changxi gritted his teeth and roared, throwing a punch to meet the attack.

He didn't believe it.

I don't believe that after activating my first soul skill, I would lose to my peers in a head-on physical contest.

Fist and hammer, colliding head-on.

"Bang!"

This sound was even deeper than before.

Zhou Changxi's body jolted violently. His arm went numb first, then his shoulder, and then his whole body was slammed half an inch off the ground by the force. He flew backward and finally landed on his buttocks, sliding two or three meters away.

The area around the playground suddenly fell silent.

Tang Wulin stood still, the Sinking Star Hammer hanging at his side, his breathing slightly heavy but not disordered.

Zhou Changxi sat on the ground, completely dazed.

He looked down at his fist, then looked up at Tang Wulin, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He activated his first soul skill.

They lost head-on?

Wu Changkong stood aside and finally spoke up for the first time to offer his comments.

"Not bad strength."

Everyone thought the sentence was referring to Zhou Changxi, but the next sentence immediately made them realize that it wasn't.

"Unfortunately, all they can do is force it."

Wu Changkong looked at Zhou Changxi, his voice cold.

"Soul skills aren't about turning yourself into a punching bag. You haven't even learned how to project your own power, yet you dare to overpower people with brute force. It's no wonder you got smashed head-on."

After saying that, he turned to Tang Wulin.

"the same as you."

Tang Wulin was taken aback.

"That's not how you use a hammer. You know how to generate power, but you don't know how to follow up with momentum. If you had followed up with a side punch after the first deflection, you wouldn't have given him a second chance to land a frontal punch."

Tang Wulin felt a slight tremor in his heart.

He was just relying on his forging habits and instincts to fight, but he didn't expect Wu Changkong to see the problem at a glance.

"I've got it," Wu Changkong said calmly. "Real combat isn't about swinging a hammer. If you can finish it in one strike, don't hit a second time."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Changxi, who was still sitting on the ground.

"Can you still stand up?"

Zhou Changxi gritted his teeth, suddenly got up from the ground, his face flushed red.

"able!"

Wu Changkong nodded.

"Then remember how you lost today."

Then he turned around and glanced at the other students.

"Next group."

The wind was still blowing on the playground.

At this moment, none of the freshmen in Class 5, who were originally a bit undisciplined, dared to treat this class as an ordinary first class anymore.

Because they all understood.

When Wu Changkong talks about "real combat," he's not trying to scare people.

He really will let them fight.