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

Chapter 20 Tang Wulin Suffers School Bullying?

Seeing that Nan Fusheng did not refute his words, Wu Changkong raised an eyebrow. Most boys of this age are competitive, so Nan Fusheng's personality is quite rare. However, he did not say anything more, but simply said, "Alright, let's get down to business."

Xie Xie's spirits lifted; were they about to give out rewards?

"Every new school year, the college holds a major competition, which is held by both the intermediate and senior divisions. Our intermediate division has six grades, and all of them participate. The competition is called the promotion competition."

"Promotion tournament?" Tang Wulin's eyes showed doubt.

Wu Changkong explained, "The so-called promotion tournament starts with the weakest class sending students to challenge others. Class 5 challenges Class 4, and so on. If a class wins, their ranking changes. In other words, if we defeat Class 4, we will no longer be Class 5, the bottom-ranked class in first grade, but Class 4. The lower-ranked classes will confirm their challenger numbers. After winning, they can continue to challenge the next class until they lose, progressing from first grade all the way up to sixth grade. The highest rank we can achieve is Class 1 of the grade. If we continue to challenge higher-grade classes and win, we will receive a reward for the first victory in each higher-grade challenge."

Xie Xie said, "So that means our class was the first to issue a challenge?" Of the six grades, there are five classes in the first grade, and Class 5 is ranked last. In other words, their class is at the bottom of the entire intermediate division.

"Yes!" Wu Changkong nodded. "For the class, this is a battle for glory. At the same time, if you can challenge someone of a higher level, the rewards will be very generous."

Xie Xie said proudly, "No problem, Teacher Wu, leave it to me. I'll take on all the way up, maybe even challenge the sixth graders directly."

Wu Changkong snorted disdainfully, "You were just defeated by Nan Fusheng, and now you've already forgotten the pain. The minimum number of participants is two."

Furthermore, do you really think having twin martial souls makes you invincible? Do you even know what kind of people are selected for Class One? This world is never short of geniuses, though many geniuses also perish. However, in the intermediate division, your talent is only considered average.

After Wu Changkong said that, Xie Xie was speechless for a moment. There was nothing he could do, since he had indeed lost.

"And who said there can only be two participants if there's a minimum of two?"

Upon hearing Wu Changkong's words, Xie Xie had a bad feeling. He turned to Tang Wulin in shock, "Teacher, you don't mean you want us to compete with him, do you?"

Nan Fusheng could only say, "When did it become 'the two of us'? Are we that close?"

Wu Changkong leaned back in his chair, suddenly becoming very generous, "You can have a better option if you want."

"I..." Xie Xie really wanted to say that he wouldn't go with him. But after thinking about it, not to mention Nan Fusheng who defeated him, he couldn't recall the classmates whose abilities were terrible in the class competition just now.

No matter what, this guy in front of him had defeated him twice before, and he also possessed that mysterious golden scale power.

Wu Changkong said, "The competition will be held in a month. Therefore, starting tomorrow, in addition to classes, I will give the three of you special training every night. The task I have set for you is very simple: change our class name to Class 1, Grade 1."

Tang Wulin asked instinctively, "What if we fail to do it?"

"Hehe!" Wu Changkong laughed. His already handsome appearance was further amplified by his laughter, leaving Tang Wulin and Xie Xie momentarily stunned. However, as they stared in disbelief, they also felt a chilling aura suddenly rise from their tailbone, a coldness that pierced to the bone.

Stepping out of Wu Changkong's office, Nan Fusheng remained expressionless, while Tang Wulin wore a slight smile. Although it was because the other classmates hadn't performed well enough, at least he had been chosen to represent the class in the competition. This was the glory of a Soul Master; had he finally taken a step into the world of Soul Masters? Besides Teacher Mang Tian, ​​Teacher Wu also said he had a chance.

"Hey!" Xie Xie called out to him coldly.

Tang Wulin turned to look at him, "What? I'll fight you again, I won't just eat your meal for free."

Xie Xie was taken aback. Wasn't this guy supposed to love money? Actually…

"That's not what I meant. I meant to tell you, don't hold me back in the competition a month from now," Xie Xie said proudly.

Tang Wulin sighed softly, "Does your face still hurt?"

Nan Fusheng sighed softly, just like Tang Wulin, "Does your face still hurt?" When Xie Xie fell to the ground after Nan Fusheng stole his consciousness, he landed face-first.

Xie Xie's pride froze instantly, and his fists clenched tightly.

Tang Wulin patted his shoulder, "I have to go out tonight, how about tomorrow night? I'll play with you then."

Upon hearing Tang Wulin's words, Xie Xie immediately turned his attention to Nan Fusheng, saying, "I'm not satisfied with today's match. If you have the guts, don't use that soul skill this time. Go head-to-head with me!"

Hearing this, Nan Fusheng laughed. "Fine, I can choose not to use that soul skill, but in return, you shouldn't use your soul power. You, an agility-type soul master, are asking me, a control-type, to go toe-to-toe with you? Have you forgotten what Teacher Wu just said?"

Hearing this, Xie Xie didn't know how to refute it, since what others said did make sense.

Nan Fusheng ignored him and headed straight for the cafeteria, while Tang Wulin went towards the advanced section.

After lunch, we continued with the afternoon classes.

The meditation technique taught by Wu Changkong was indeed much more complex than that taught in the junior academy, but its effects were also significantly better. It was said to be a simplified version of a super meditation technique derived from Shrek Academy, a legendary academy on the mainland.

Under the pressure of Wu Changkong's cold and stern gaze, the students learned very quickly, and by the end of the afternoon, they had basically mastered the basic operating procedures.

The next morning.

Nan Fusheng finished his cultivation and led Wang Ba and the other two towards the dormitory building. Before they even reached the gate, he saw a group of upperclassmen surrounding someone.

School bullying?

Nan Fusheng had no interest in meddling in other people's business until he saw a figure rush out from the group of senior students—it was Tang Wulin!

Just as Tang Wulin was about to break through the encirclement, a tall figure suddenly appeared silently in front of him, followed by a blinding light. Even Nan Fusheng, who was watching, couldn't help but squint, and felt a slight stinging sensation on his skin.

Tang Wulin, facing the attack head-on, felt as if his body was about to burst into flames. His forward momentum suddenly slowed down, and with a cold snort and a sharp pain in his chest, he was kicked and fell back into the encirclement he had been in before.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng knew it was time for him to make his move. Whether it was to gain Tang Wulin's favor or because they were classmates in Class 5, he should step in, both morally and logically. Otherwise, if Wu Changkong found out later, he would definitely get a scolding and might even be put on a leash.

(End of this chapter)