Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

"Thank you, teacher."

Gu Yue answered naturally, with a slight smile on her lips. The decisive match just now was merely a sufficient proof for her.

Wu Changkong's expression did not soften in the slightest.

"Then let's go running together."

His voice was flat and cold.

"This is the physical training class for Class 5. Xie Xie, you're going too."

Xie Xie was still feeling frustrated about the battle just now, but upon hearing this, his face fell.

"Teacher, didn't you say we wouldn't have to run after the fight?"

Wu Changkong glanced at him.

Did you win?

Those four short words left Xie Xie speechless.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

We didn't win.

These three words were stuck in my throat; I couldn't swallow them or spit them out.

When he fought Tang Wulin, he could find excuses for himself: the first time he underestimated his opponent, and the second time he was caught off guard by that inexplicable change. But in this match just now, he had been very serious and cautious enough, yet he still lost.

And the loss was anything but pretty.

The girl named Gu Yue seemed quiet and even somewhat nonchalant, but once she started fighting, she used ice, fire, earth, and wind in turn, and finally threw out a ball of white light, forcing him into a corner.

Xie Xie felt increasingly frustrated.

Gu Yue didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, then turned and ran to the edge of the playground, catching up with the fifth-grade students who were still running laps.

Xie Xie watched her retreating figure, his lips twitching, but in the end he could only follow her.

Wu Changkong stood there, watching the two rejoin the team. The coldness on his face had not dissipated, but a slight relaxation that was hard for others to detect flashed across his eyes.

Then, he turned and walked toward the main teaching building.

……

On the playground, Gu Yue quickly caught up with the others.

Her strides were light, her breathing was even, and she ran with a peculiar ease. It wasn't like Xie Xie, who relied on explosive speed to rush forward, but rather as if her whole being was on a very steady rhythm, neither rushing nor dragging.

She chased after Tang Wulin all the way to his side and glanced at the two heavy iron armors he was wearing.

Why are you wearing this?

Tang Wulin was running steadily forward when he heard this and turned his head to look at her.

"Physical training," he said. "The coach's requirements for me might be a bit stricter."

Gu Yue's gaze fell on the two layers of iron armor again, and his expression became more serious.

She had seen Xie Xie gasping for breath, so she could better understand what Tang Wulin's current stability meant.

"You're very capable too," Tang Wulin added.

Gu Yue smiled.

"Actually, it's not that bad. My elements are varied, but none of them are particularly strong when taken out individually."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin's eyes flickered slightly.

Gu Yue continued:

"The martial spirit itself is certainly important, but often, what truly sets you apart is not just what the martial spirit is, but whether you truly understand it and can control it effectively. The deeper your understanding, the more it can give you."

understand.

control.

As Tang Wulin ran, he mentally went over the two words.

He thought of forging.

He thought about how his hammer had gone from being clumsy at first to becoming increasingly easy to wield. He thought about the familiar feeling the Sinking Star Hammer brought to his hand, to his body, and to each strike. He also thought about how, in his recent combat experiences, despite having a great deal of power, he had never been able to use it at the most opportune moment.

Gu Yue's words struck him like a gentle tap on the heart.

Meanwhile, Xie Xie had caught up.

He was out of his armor and had recovered some of his strength after resting. Although he had just lost a match and his complexion wasn't good, he was still running steadily.

Upon hearing Gu Yue's words about "understanding martial spirits," he immediately became unconvinced.

"You make that sound so easy," he said, pursing his lips. "Not everyone is like you, able to handle so many things so skillfully."

Gu Yue glanced at him sideways, her eyes devoid of emotion.

"That's because you haven't truly mastered your own martial spirit yet."

Xie Xie was momentarily speechless.

How do you know I haven't fully grasped it?

Gu Yue's tone was flat.

"A defeated opponent, that's enough."

Xie Xie's expression froze on the spot.

Tang Wulin, watching from the side, almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

These two people do speak in a similar way, equally ruthless. However, Xie Xie's sharpness is written all over his face, while Gu Yue's calm and collected words have a far greater impact.

"You—" Xie Xie held back for a long time, but in the end he could only grit his teeth and keep running.

……

At the same time, Wu Changkong had already entered the main teaching building.

All classes are in session right now, and the hallway is very quiet, making even the sound of footsteps exceptionally clear.

He walked all the way to the entrance of the teaching affairs office and stopped for a moment.

Two breaths later, he raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

Long Hengxu's voice came from inside, and it still sounded rather unpleasant.

Wu Changkong pushed open the door and went in.

Long Hengxu sat behind his desk, his expression far from pleasant. He had outwardly suppressed the commotion from that morning, but a lingering anger remained. For him, Wu Changkong's biggest problem had never been his strength, but rather his utter disregard for the rules.

Unfortunately, he does have the means to break the rules.

With the dean protecting him, the senior department couldn't do anything to him, and it was even less likely that they could actually do anything to him.

As Long Hengxu was thinking about these things, he looked up and was surprised to find that it was Wu Changkong who had entered.

"Is something wrong, dance teacher?"

His tone was neither warm nor cold.

Wu Changkong walked to the desk, stopped, and then bowed slightly to him.

"Director Long, I've come to apologize to you."

Upon hearing this, Long Hengxu was completely stunned.

Apologize?

Dancing in the sky?

For a moment, he even doubted whether he had misheard.

Throughout the entire Donghai Academy, everyone knows Wu Changkong's personality. Cold, arrogant, tough, and unforgiving, he almost never bows his head. Let alone apologizing to his face, it's rare to hear even a slightly softer word from him.

And now, this person is actually standing in front of his desk, politely saying, "I'm here to apologize."

For a moment, Long Hengxu even forgot the sarcastic remarks he had prepared.

Wu Changkong remained expressionless and continued:

"This morning in the teaching affairs office, I spoke inappropriately. You are the director, and I shouldn't have talked back to you like that in front of the students. That was my fault."

He spoke calmly, without deliberately lowering his stance or engaging in insincere pleasantries, but the more he did so, the more uncomfortable Long Hengxu felt.

"Never mind, never mind." He waved his hand subconsciously.

Wu Changkong nodded.

"Thank you, Director Long."

After saying that, he didn't leave.

Long Hengxu looked at him and finally realized what was going on.

"Is there anything else?"

"have."

Wu Changkong answered very directly this time.

"We have a new student in our class who needs to complete the enrollment procedures."

Long Hengxu's eye twitched.

really.

He said, "How could Wu Changkong come to apologize for no reason?" It turned out that the previous bow was paving the way for what was to come.

Strangely enough, after realizing this, the anger he felt had almost completely dissipated.

Wu Changkong took out a letter of recommendation from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"She missed the regular registration deadline, but her foundation and qualifications are fine. I've personally tested her. According to the college's rules, it's most appropriate to start with Class 5 in this case."

Long Hengxu took the letter of recommendation and glanced at Wu Changkong.

"You certainly know how to make arrangements."

Wu Changkong didn't respond to that sentence, but only said:

"Please approve this."

Long Hengxu lowered his head to read the letter.

He had been trying to carefully choose his tone, but his expression changed slightly when his gaze fell on that line of information.

Gu Yue, female, Soul Power Level 15, Martial Soul: Elementalist.

Level 15.

For freshmen who missed the registration deadline and joined halfway through, this level of soul power is already quite high.

As for the "Elementalist" mentioned later...

Long Hengxu stared at those three words, his brows slowly furrowing.

What kind of martial spirit is this?