Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 16 Self-Introduction

The young teacher walked behind the podium, and as soon as his gaze swept over the students, the world fell silent.

"My name is Wu Changkong!" the young teacher said calmly. "For the next six years, you will all be my students."

"The first thing I want to emphasize is that you can pretend you didn't hear what Director Long Hengxu just said. Even if you're a bunch of good-for-nothings, I will make you the strongest among your peers. Unless you drop out of school, this will be your goal for the next six years."

He spoke arrogantly in a calm tone, instantly attracting the attention of all the students in the class.

"Now, please begin your self-introductions. State your name, martial spirit, soul power level, and what kind of soul master you aspire to be. Begin!"

Simple and straightforward, without any formalities.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yun Xiao, my Martial Soul Star Chart, and my Soul Power is level twelve. My goal is to become an intelligent support-type Battle Soul Master." Soon, the student sitting in the first row began to introduce himself, but his voice trembled slightly.

"Tang Wulin, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 11. My goal is..." Tang Wulin paused here, "...I don't have a goal yet."

Someone muttered from below, "A useless martial spirit, of course it has no goal."

"Whoosh!" A piece of chalk flew out accurately like a guided missile, landing right in the student's mouth.

"Ugh!" The chalk tip, with its spiraling force, actually burrowed into his throat, causing the student to gag immediately.

Wu Changkong coldly said, "In this world, there are no useless martial spirits, only useless people. Before calling others useless, think about what kind of person you are. If you weren't useless, would you have been assigned to Class Five?"

Wu Changkong's coldness and domineering presence immediately silenced all the students in the class.

"continue."

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

The moment the words "level 18" were uttered, it elicited gasps of astonishment from the entire class. Level 18! Nine years old and level 18! That's a true genius! And a Battle Soul Master at that! Two more levels and he'll be a Great Soul Master. Anyone who becomes a Great Soul Master before the age of twelve can be considered a genius.

"Nan Fusheng, his martial soul is the Time Worm, his soul power is level 13, and his goal is to become a control-type battle soul master."

Soon it was Nan Fusheng's turn to introduce himself, but because Xie Xie had introduced himself before him, his soul power cultivation did not cause any surprise.

Aside from Xie Xie and Nan Fusheng, everyone at Yunxiao Elementary School was considered high-level at level twelve. Most of the other students were at level eleven, just barely qualifying for enrollment, and their martial souls were incredibly diverse. There were hardly any truly powerful martial souls.

Of course, Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass is still the worst. This seems to have become a rule.

"Classes will officially begin tomorrow. My teaching style will be a bit different from other teachers. If you are afraid of hardship, fatigue, or pain, please transfer to another school or try to change classes as soon as possible. Those of you who stay, please be mentally prepared. get out of class dismissed."

Wu Changkong strode away with his long legs and upright posture, and the class instantly erupted in excitement. The vast majority of the discussion revolved around this aloof yet handsome teacher.

At the same time, Nan Fusheng also noticed that Tang Wulin and Xie Xie walked out of the classroom one after the other, presumably to have their little park battle.

Nan Fusheng had no intention of interfering; he simply walked out of the classroom and prepared to return to his dormitory to cultivate, since Wu Changkong had said that classes would officially begin tomorrow.

The next morning...

"My soul power has reached level fourteen. Having a power bank really makes a difference. Should I find a few more? With my current abilities, I can probably only find six more for shallow parasitism."

Nan Fusheng finished his cultivation and marveled at the power of the parasitic ability. The only pity was that he could only maintain a maximum of nine at the same time. If he wanted to perform deep parasitism, then for every deep parasitism, three shallow parasitisms would be reduced. Therefore, Nan Fusheng had to carefully consider the targets for deep parasitism.

Shallow parasites can detach themselves at any time, but deep parasites are not so easy to detach from.

After washing up, Nan Fusheng led his three roommates straight to the cafeteria, only to hear something as soon as they entered.

"You have already insulted my body; I will not allow you to insult my character as well. I promised, and I will definitely keep my word."

Wow, young people these days are having so much fun! Nan Fusheng turned his head and glanced at them. Oh, it's Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

"Hey, Wu Lin, long time no see."

Nan Fusheng went to get a meal of type B, paid for it, and went straight to Tang Wulin's table. Goodness, there were so many plates piled up, at least fifteen or more.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Fusheng."

When Tang Wulin saw Nan Fusheng approaching, he replied directly. Actually, he had wanted to say hello to Nan Fusheng yesterday when they were in Class 5, since Nan Fusheng was practically the only familiar person he knew in this unfamiliar city.

Unfortunately, as soon as get out of class ended yesterday, Xie Xie insisted on dragging him into a fight. Afterwards, both of them were unconscious for the entire afternoon, and it was almost evening when they returned to the academy.

"Hello, classmate. My name is Nan Fusheng. I guess we're from the same hometown as Wu Lin!" Nan Fusheng said.

"Thank you, Xie."

Xie Xie replied coldly, then ignored Nan Fusheng, maintaining a cool and aloof demeanor, though his expression was somewhat unpleasant. After all, Tang Wulin had already eaten nearly twenty Class A meals, and he was the one who paid for them.

Nan Fusheng ignored Xie Xie's attitude and instead chatted with Tang Wulin for a while, asking about his recent situation. As soon as he was asked about this, Tang Wulin poured out his grievances, saying that he had been fighting with his roommates since entering the academy and had been fined, etc. As they chatted, they talked about Na'er's departure, which made Tang Wulin even sadder. Then, the speed at which he ate increased dramatically, turning his grief into a large appetite...

Today, Wu Changkong wore a pair of gray, black, and white checkered pants and a white shirt. It was a simple outfit, but it perfectly accentuated his slender figure.

He simply stood there, and the cold aura emanating from him silenced all the students in Class 5.

"Classes officially begin today. I will personally instruct you in most of your classes. Everyone, please stand up," Wu Changkong said coolly.

All trainees quickly stood up.

"Follow me!" Wu Changkong walked out with his hands in his pockets, and the students followed behind. They were all freshmen and didn't really understand the concept of queuing, so it looked a bit chaotic. However, in the face of the powerful aura of the aloof male god, no one dared to make a sound.

Wu Changkong led them to the playground. "Two people in a row, stand in line."

Wu Changkong said in a deep voice, "Today's first lesson is to demonstrate your strength. We'll start with a real battle shortly, and I'll be the referee. It'll be a single-elimination tournament. Let me see your abilities."

A female student timidly raised her hand and asked, "Teacher Wu, I'm a weapon spirit master, do I also need to participate in practical combat?"

Wu Changkong said coldly, "On the battlefield, if you tell your enemy you are a Soul Weapon Master, will they not kill you? The first group, get ready, start from your side." He casually pointed to Tang Wulin and an unknown classmate.

"Great! Let's have a strength contest! I don't believe you're stronger than me." This classmate named Zhou Changxi was Tang Wulin's roommate, and it seemed that the two had some grudges.

Tang Wulin remained silent, while Wu Changkong directed the students to disperse and form a circle.

"To begin, there are no rules. You can use any means to defeat your opponent," Wu Changkong said calmly, his words clearly directed at all the students.

The result was obvious. When it came to strength, Zhou Changxi was beaten so badly by Tang Wulin that he questioned his existence. Tang Wulin didn't even have to use his martial soul.

"Why don't you use your martial soul?" Wu Changkong asked Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin said, "He said he wanted to compete with me in strength."

Wu Changkong's eyes were icy cold. "If he asked you to eat shit, would you? Treat every battle as if you were on a battlefield. Defeating your opponent is your only goal. Even a lion must go all out to hunt a rabbit. Don't give your opponent the slightest chance. Advance, and wait for the next match."

Losing meant elimination, winning meant being criticized. The trainees' psychological pressure immediately increased.

In the following matches, apart from Xie Xie's one where he instantly defeated his opponent, he was verbally abused by Wu Changkong in almost every other match.

"You, and you two, fight!"

Until Nan Fusheng and his roommate Zhao Xiao met.

(End of this chapter)