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

Chapter 17 Class Battle

On the field, Nan Fusheng and Zhao Xiao stood facing each other.

Zhao Xiao's eyes widened, and he roared. A white spirit ring appeared under his feet and immediately shone brightly, rising up his body. At the same time, his body began to swell, especially his head, where a pair of horns grew. This was his spirit: Goat.

A small white goat appeared on his shoulder, clearly his spirit, the spirit of ten years.

First Soul Skill: Fearless Charge!

Zhao Xiao strode towards Nan Fusheng, his feet landing with a resounding thud. His imposing physique and imposing presence exuded a menacing aura.

Nan Fusheng calmly summoned his martial soul: the Time Worm. A shimmering milky-white halo appeared around Nan Fusheng, and a white soul ring also appeared beneath his feet.

First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal.

Zhao Xiao, who was charging towards Nan Fusheng, suddenly felt a blackout before losing consciousness. He crashed headfirst into Nan Fusheng's body, stopped abruptly, and then fell to the ground.

Zhao Xiao's unusual behavior caused gasps from the surrounding classmates, and even Wu Changkong looked somewhat surprised. After five or six seconds, Nan Fusheng walked directly in front of Zhao Xiao. Zhao Xiao did not get up, so Wu Changkong directly announced that Zhao Xiao was eliminated.

When Wu Changkong made the announcement, Zhao Xiaocai stood up in a daze, and Nan Fusheng immediately pulled him up.

"It was a truly exciting battle. I actually won by a narrow margin this time."

Upon hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Zhao Xiao was completely bewildered. What? Were we already fighting? What do you mean, he narrowly defeated me? I know nothing about this.

"Those who have finished, go down. The second round begins. You, and you, go up."

Seeing Zhao Xiao's bewildered expression, Wu Changkong wasn't going to tolerate him and immediately tried to kick him out. However, he didn't reprimand Zhao Xiao harshly, since even he couldn't quite understand Nan Fusheng's soul skill. But he wouldn't say anything; there were still a few matches to go, and he was confident he would figure it out himself.

In the second round, Nan Fusheng's opponent, after activating his martial soul, inexplicably collapsed to the ground just as he was about to launch an attack. Tang Wulin and Xie Xie also defeated their respective opponents, leaving five people remaining after this round.

"Nan Fusheng, Han Lan, you two go first."

In the third round, Nan Fusheng's opponent was a chubby little girl who looked a bit simple-minded.

Although Han Lan only participated in two matches, she left a deep impression on Nan Fusheng, not because of her figure, but because of her martial spirit.

Han Lan's martial soul is earth element, an excellent martial soul, with a soul power level of thirteen. Judging from her abilities, she shouldn't have been chosen for Class Five at all. Moreover, this girl always has a smile on her face, and her expression is always amiable.

"Begin!" With Wu Changkong's announcement, the third round of the competition began.

A white halo flashed beneath Han Lan's feet, and a clump of soul resembling a clod of earth surged from her shoulder. Without pausing, she made a lifting motion with both hands towards Nan Fusheng.

Instantly, a circular, earth-yellow halo appeared beneath Nan Fusheng's feet, and stone pillars shot up, transforming into a solid stone prison that trapped him within.

At the same time, Han Lan's body also began to retreat rapidly. The two battles with Nan Fusheng in front of her had left a deep impression on Han Lan. No, it should be said that they left a deep impression on the entire Class 5.

After all, even Xie Xie, who has the highest soul power, can still defeat his opponents in a way that they can understand. The unknown is what is frightening. It is too strange that the opponent was defeated halfway through using his soul skill.

Therefore, Han Lan chose to trap Nan Fusheng directly and then move away from him. As long as the distance is increased, no matter how strange Nan Fusheng's soul skill is, it is impossible for him to hit me from such a distance. At the same time, as long as Nan Fusheng is trapped for ten seconds, she will win.

The top of the stone pillar is closed in an arc, forming a completely enclosed space.

Han Lan won her previous two matches in this way; as a master of earth element, she chose the control route. Although her first soul skill was only ten years old, it was extremely powerful and could directly restrict her opponent. However, because it was only ten years old, it also had significant limitations on her. For example, after using this soul skill once, she could not use it again for at least twenty seconds.

If this were on the battlefield, she might only have this one chance to prove herself.

Wu Changkong will start a countdown after the trainees are trapped. If they cannot escape the stone prison within ten seconds, they will lose.

Han Lan won the first round like this, and the second round was even faster. The student tried to break out of the stone prison at the beginning, but the stone prison was too fast. He stepped into the edge and was thrown high into the air. If Wu Changkong hadn't caught him in time, he probably would have been unable to take care of himself after the fall.

"Ten..." Wu Changkong began the countdown expressionlessly. After the first match with Han Lan, he had said that fighting a control-type Soul Master and being controlled for ten seconds was practically the same as being dead. Therefore, he only gave Han Lan ten seconds. If Han Lan could break free, he would lose; if he couldn't, he would win. It was that simple and brutal.

However, before Wu Changkong could even finish counting the "seven," Han Lan, who was still retreating, suddenly collapsed to the ground. The stone prison that had trapped Nan Fusheng began to make "thump, thump, thump" sounds. "Boom—" With his soul power focused on his fist, Nan Fusheng punched the stone pillar in front of him, knocking it to the ground, and then walked out from the rubble.

Meanwhile, Han Lan was still struggling to survive until Nan Fusheng walked up to her, at which point Wu Changkong directly announced Han Lan's elimination.

It doesn't seem to be a spirit-type soul skill, but when he was trapped in the stone cell by Han Lan, there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power. Was it locking onto a target? Wu Changkong wondered to himself.

Tang Wulin defeated his opponent once again without a doubt. Xie Xie received a bye. At this point in the competition, only the last three remained.

All the students' eyes were on Wu Changkong. There were only three people left. How were they going to fight?

After a moment's thought, Wu Changkong said, "Tang Wulin, Nan Fusheng, you two go first. The winner will face Xie Xie."

Xie Xie's face immediately revealed a hint of smugness, and he looked at Tang Wulin with a touch of arrogance, as if to say, "See? The teacher values ​​me the most."

Tang Wulin didn't even glance at him, and walked back to the center of the arena.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time the two of us have ever fought each other," Nan Fusheng said with a light laugh.

"That's right, so I hope you can give it your all." Tang Wulin looked at Nan Fusheng and said seriously.

"Begin!" With Wu Changkong's announcement, the only match of the fourth round began.

(End of this chapter)