Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Until Wu Changkong's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the night, the entire venue remained in a near-frozen silence.

It was as if not only the air was frozen, but also people's voices.

Whether it was the teachers and students of Donghai Academy or the mecha pilots who came with the light, everything that had just happened was too shocking.

That was a clash between six-ring Soul Emperors.

They witnessed firsthand the thousand-year-old soul spirit and the ten-thousand-year-old soul ring.

What's truly incomprehensible isn't the surface appearances, but rather why, despite both being sixth-ringed warriors, Wu Changkong only needed two sword strikes to completely overwhelm Guang Biao.

Guang Biao's position as captain of the Donghai City Mech Squadron was definitely not due to luck. His combat experience, martial spirit strength, and soul power cultivation are all top-notch among his peers.

Even if their spirit ring configuration is inferior to Wu Changkong's, they shouldn't have lost so quickly.

Unless, of course, the two sides are fundamentally on completely different levels in terms of martial spirit, combat understanding, and even the battlefields they have actually experienced.

"My idol—"

It's unclear which girl screamed first.

The next moment, it was as if long-suppressed emotions were suddenly ignited at Donghai Academy. Almost everyone, from the intermediate to the advanced levels, was shouting Wu Changkong's name. The shouts rose higher and higher, sweeping out like a tidal wave.

Especially in Class 5 of Grade 1, the students' faces were flushed red, their chests were straight, and their eyes were full of undisguised pride.

Being assigned to Class 5, aside from Xie Xie who shouldn't have been in Class 5 in the first place, who would truly feel good about it?

But just now, they witnessed their homeroom teacher standing at the very front of everyone, suppressing Guang Biao with just two sword strikes, leaving him without the courage to utter another word.

That feeling was like all the pent-up frustration that had been building up inside me was suddenly released.

Ye Yingrong stood in the group of teachers, her beautiful eyes still somewhat glazed over, staring blankly in the direction where Wu Changkong had disappeared, murmuring:

"Sis, I always thought he was too cold. No matter how handsome he was, he was like a block of ice. But now I realize... he's so handsome that you can overlook those flaws."

Beside her stood a woman whose beauty surpassed even hers. The two shared some similarities in their features and appeared to be around the same age, but her expression was colder than Ye Yingrong's, and her brows held an unyielding stubbornness.

At this moment, her eyes also seemed somewhat dazed.

"Sixth Ring Road..." she murmured, "He really is already at the sixth ring road."

She had always believed that she still had a chance to catch up.

But now it seems that obsession was ridiculous.

The combat power that Wu Changkong just displayed is enough that even if he faced a seven-ring Soul Saint head-on, he might not be without a fighting chance, and might even... have a chance to win.

"No wonder she comes from that place." She took a deep breath, but her gaze hardened even more.

Ye Yingrong turned to look at her, her face full of helplessness.

"Sis, you're too vengeful."

Ye Yingluo bit her lip, but her beautiful eyes were filled with determination.

"No one has ever refused me."

He was the first.

"I'll make him pay for this sooner or later."

Ye Yingrong was immediately at a loss.

Her older sister is good in every way, except that she's too competitive. Especially when it comes to Wu Changkong, she just can't seem to get over it.

……

Guangbiao stood there for more than ten minutes before the chill gradually subsided.

The stagnant blood flowed again, the sluggish soul power slowly resumed its operation, and even the connection with the martial soul that had been forcibly severed was finally reconnected.

Only then did blood begin to seep out again from his pierced palms.

He looked down at his hands, and a fear that he could no longer suppress finally flashed deep in his eyes.

That man was absolutely terrifying.

It's definitely not some nobody.

"Captain..." A similarly burly man quickly approached him and asked in a low voice, "What do we do? Should we... use the soul tool and the mecha?"

"Snapped!"

Guang Biao slapped the man across the face, making him stagger.

"fart!"

His voice was low, yet it sounded even more fierce.

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

"We've already had enough trouble cleaning up after what happened today. And now you want to use soul-guided devices and mechs? Do you think we'd leave Donghai City alive if we actually used those things?"

The man was so enraged by his insults that he dared not utter another word.

Guangbiao took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Guanglong, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling on the stretcher, and the anger in his eyes slowly subsided, leaving only an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

He sighed heavily.

If it were anyone else, he would never have done something so utterly brainless.

By blocking the gates of the Soul Master Academy and causing such a scene with banners, it's obvious that the East Sea City Administrative Office will seize the opportunity to give them a severe beating.

But he owed his younger brother far too much.

The Guang brothers came from a poor family.

He was the older brother, with greater talent and strength, so all the family's resources were poured into him. Later, when Guanglong grew up and awakened his martial soul, he performed very well, but the family could no longer afford to provide him with the resources to pursue the path of a soul master.

Just one step late, and you're always late.

By the time Guangbiao truly made his fortune and finally had money, it was too late to try and pull his younger brother up with him.

Age, foundation, soul, and missed time—none of these can be made up for.

Therefore, over the years, he has always felt a deep sense of guilt towards Guanglong.

Guanglong himself seemed to have completely rotted away. He drank, fought, and collected protection money, running rampant in Donghai City with no restraint because he had his older brother backing him up.

This time, seeing his younger brother suffer a great loss and be beaten so badly, he rushed forward with his blood and energy, and led his men directly to the gate of Donghai Academy.

But now, he finally understands—

This time, he didn't run into a steel plate at all.

It's an iceberg.

"Let's go." Guang Biao said through gritted teeth, his face grim. "Go back."

……

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue were brought back to the front of the dormitory building by a cool and steady soul force.

The soul power wasn't violent, but it carried an irresistible force. In the blink of an eye, the three of them had returned to their dormitory from near the academy gate.

Wu Changkong stood in front of them, still with that cold and aloof expression.

"Go back and cultivate."

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but speak:

"Teacher, you...you're not blaming us?"

After all, this trouble was indeed caused by them.

Wu Changkong glanced at him sideways, her tone flat.

"You didn't do anything wrong, why should I blame you?"

"Go back and cultivate."

He paused, then added:

"From now on, except for rest days, you are not allowed to leave the academy at night."

"yes!"

The three responded simultaneously.

Wu Changkong didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue also returned to their respective dormitories.

As soon as they entered, Xie Xie suddenly grabbed Tang Wulin's arm.

"Wu Lin".

"Um?"

"I'm shaking a little."

Tang Wulin looked down and, sure enough, Xie Xie's hand was trembling slightly.

"Are you cold?" he asked, somewhat puzzled.

Xie Xie shook his head abruptly, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"No, it's not the cold." He took a deep breath, his voice slightly strained. "I'm excited."

"Did you feel it? The moment Teacher Wu drew her sword, I even felt that the whole world around me was changing, was being frozen."

As he spoke, he seemed to glow.

"That's what you call a strong person."

"A true powerhouse!"

"If only I could be like Teacher Mai someday..."

Tang Wulin pulled his arm out of his hand and said irritably:

"Then you'd better go back and meditate. You're almost level 20, and you still don't know how to work harder."

Xie Xie was taken aback.

"You just watched a battle of this magnitude, and you can still sit still? Aren't you excited?"

Tang Wulin looked at him and answered calmly.

"I'm so excited!"

"But what's the use of getting excited?"

"Even dance instructors aren't born this good. He's standing there today because he's practiced little by little. What else can we do besides work hard ourselves?"

Xie Xie was taken aback by what he said, and after a long while, he rolled his eyes.

"You win."

"Go meditate, I need to stay excited for a while longer."

Tang Wulin smiled, didn't argue with him, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was far from as at ease as it seemed.

Quite the opposite.

His heart was beating even faster than Xie Xie's.

Become stronger.

He wants to become stronger.

really want.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and tried to enter a meditative state.

But what kept replaying in his mind were Wu Changkong's two sword strikes.

Amazing.

In his view, it was no longer a simple soul skill or sword technique, but rather a direct pressure from another level.

Especially when Wu Changkong made his first sword strike.

To onlookers, perhaps the most shocking moment was the second sword strike. That sword was aimed straight at their face, its chilling aura overwhelming, even the beam of light was pinned down, daring not to retreat even an inch.

But for Tang Wulin, what truly shocked him was the first sword strike.

That sword strike seemed ordinary, even excessively simple.

But it was that simplicity that touched him in a way he couldn't quite describe.

It seems that Wu Changkong wasn't actually using a sword to fight against the light beam.

Instead, it is using itself to draw upon some kind of power within the entire world.

It was as if the moment he drew his sword, he became the center of that world. Everything around him, all the chill and sharpness, truly came alive with that one strike.