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

Chapter 18 Victory

"start."

As soon as Wu Changkong finished speaking, Tang Wulin immediately released the Blue Silver Grass and simultaneously exerted force with his legs, rushing towards Nan Fusheng at a rapid speed.

Tang Wulin had been carefully observing Nan Fusheng's three previous battles. He noticed that Nan Fusheng's opponents in the first two rounds had fainted directly during the release of their soul skills, but in the third round against Han Lan, Nan Fusheng did not knock Han Lan unconscious immediately.

The difference between the two is that Han Lan moved away from Nan Fusheng and trapped him immediately. Although Nan Fusheng won in the end, Tang Wulin still saw a flaw. It seemed that Nan Fusheng's soul skill release required a certain amount of time. Otherwise, why didn't he knock his opponent unconscious immediately and instead give his opponent a chance to release his soul skill?

Although it was just a guess, Tang Wulin had no choice but to gamble on whether his guess was correct. Therefore, he chose to rush towards Nan Fusheng immediately, while simultaneously using the Blue Silver Grass to conceal his figure and Nan Fusheng's vision as much as possible, wanting to decide the outcome as quickly as possible. Unfortunately!

"First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal".

Tang Wulin finally collapsed. As he fell to the ground, Nan Fusheng slowly walked towards him. He appeared relaxed, but his body was tense. This way, if he sensed something was wrong, he could retreat quickly. After all, the opponent was the "Grandson of the Plane," and he had to be careful that the opponent might suddenly "go into overdrive." However, Tang Wulin did not get up until Nan Fusheng reached him.

A strange light flashed in Wu Changkong's eyes. He nodded and said, "Nan Fusheng wins." With his eyesight, he still couldn't see through Nan Fusheng's soul skill. He could only guess that it was aimed at the mind, but it didn't seem to be the method of a mind-type soul master. This made him a little interested in Nan Fusheng.

Wu Changkong said to Xie Xie, "Xie Xie, it's your turn."

Xie Xie leaped to the center of the arena, looking arrogantly at Nan Fusheng. In truth, he wanted to fight Tang Wulin more, since Tang Wulin had beaten him twice in a row, each time specifically targeting his face. But it didn't matter; the other party seemed to be from the same hometown as Tang Wulin and had even defeated Tang Wulin, so he would get revenge on the other party first.

Just as Xie Xie was gathering his strength and preparing to deal with Nan Fusheng, a cold voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Round 4, Match 2, Xie Xie dances with Chang Kong."

"What?" Xie Xie exclaimed in surprise, turning his head to look at the aloof male god.

Wu Changkong gave him a cold look. "You got a bye in the third round. Did you think there would be any unfairness in my class? You take one of my attacks, and then you fight Nan Fusheng."

Xie Xie stared at him in disbelief. "Teacher Wu, you're not joking, are you? You're a teacher."

Wu Changkong strolled over to Nan Fusheng, waved to him, and Nan Fusheng excused himself. Wu Changkong then patted his waist with his right hand and loosened his belt.

"Teacher, what are you doing?" Xie Xie took two steps back warily, but he quickly noticed that Wu Changkong's trousers fit perfectly, and even with the belt unfastened, they did not fall down.

Wu Changkong flicked his wrist, his belt taut, and said calmly, "I won't release my martial spirit. You just need to take one of my sword strikes." As he spoke, he took a step forward with his left foot, and the sword in his belt was already thrusting towards Xie Xie.

Xie Xie had the most practical combat experience among all the students in the class. He released his martial spirit instantly and retreated like lightning.

What a joke! Does not releasing your Martial Soul mean you're not powerful? With the support of Soul Power, there's no difference between a belt and a sword. Let's run first.

Xie Xie was very confident in his speed. As he retreated, he held the Light Dragon Dagger in front of him.

However, a scene that shocked him occurred. He was retreating rapidly, but Wu Changkong's belt sword was always in front of him. It looked like a simple straight thrust, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not dodge it.

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!"

Just before it was about to stab Xie Xie, the belt softened again, lashing out at his shoulder and sending him flying. He rolled twice on the ground before getting up, clutching his shoulder and wincing in pain.

Even more terrifying was that sweat instantly poured down Xie Xie's forehead. In the instant before Wu Changkong struck him, he even felt as if his life was about to end. That powerful pressure had put him in a state of high tension, and when he relaxed after being thrown away, he ended up like this.

That's terrifying! Just how strong is Teacher Wu's skill?

"One minute break, then the finals." Wu Changkong flicked his wrist, the belt wrapped around his waist again, and then he walked to the side.

Xie Xie wiped his sweat, stood there, a thoughtful expression on his face, pondering the pressure brought by the sword strike just now.

Wu Changkong's sword strike wasn't unfounded; under pressure, he seemed to have grasped something. Wu Changkong's attack appeared to be a single strike, but his aura sealed off all of Wu Changkong's escape routes, clinging to him and leaving him no chance to break free. In this situation, how could he possibly break free?

"One minute is up, get ready."

Xie Xie raised his head again, his gaze falling on Nan Fusheng standing to the side. Nan Fusheng was also looking at him.

Xie Xie had also witnessed Nan Fusheng's previous battles, but like Tang Wulin, he believed that Nan Fusheng needed time to release his soul skills, and he was confident that with his speed, he could definitely take him down before Nan Fusheng could release his soul skills.

However, after being brutally defeated by Wu Changkong, Xie Xie suppressed his pride and prepared to go all out.

"start!"

With a command from Wu Changkong, the final showdown between Class 5 of Grade 1 began.

Xie Xie released his martial spirit, and the Light Dragon Dagger shimmered in his palm. His right hand, which was holding the Light Dragon Dagger, moved slightly to the side, and his left hand was raised at the same time. As if there was something invisible, he pounced on Nan Fusheng like a nimble cheetah.

Nan Fusheng also released his martial spirit immediately, his eyes flashing as he looked at Xie Xie rushing towards him.

Although Wu Changkong's previous battle with Xie Xie was just a one-sided beatdown, Xie Xie not only gained some insights after experiencing Wu Changkong's sword strike, but also entered a state of heightened mental excitement. Under these circumstances, Xie Xie's resistance to mental-type soul skills was greatly enhanced.

"What a pity, I'm not exactly a spirit-type soul master."

First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal.

The familiar posture, the familiar defeat—Xie Xie was eliminated before he could even unleash his full damage potential.

"Nan Fusheng wins."

Wu Changkong surveyed the entire class and said coldly, "The competition is over. Do you know how I felt about you all?"

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!" This aloof and arrogant male god answered his own question directly.

"No wonder you were all assigned to Class 5, you're all utterly useless. But even if you're scrap metal, I'll forge you into steel. You all saw the competition just now, right? Nan Fusheng's soul power was vastly inferior to Xie Xie's, yet he still defeated Xie Xie in the end. Also, what is Tang Wulin's martial soul? The universally acknowledged useless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass. If he hadn't encountered Nan Fusheng, the outcome of his battle with Xie Xie would have been uncertain."

Wu Changkong criticized the students of Class 5, told them about the importance of physical fitness, and announced that physical training would be conducted the next day before dismissing them.

"Nan Fusheng, Xie Xie, Tang Wulin, the three of you come with me." After saying this last sentence, Wu Changkong turned and walked towards the teaching building.

(End of this chapter)