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

Chapter 26 Wu Changkong narrowly escapes disfigurement

Once he entered a state of focus, Tang Wulin was particularly clear-headed. He knew very well that if he retreated, his left-hand hammer would not be able to reach his teacher.

Therefore, he suddenly released the hammer in his left hand, letting it fly out and hurtle straight towards Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong casually flicked the wooden sword in his hand, and then swung it horizontally at his left-hand hammer.

Wu Changkong's martial spirit is the sword. He pursues the realm of breaking through all laws with a single sword. Therefore, no matter what the enemy's attack is or who the enemy is, he relies solely on his sword.

However, this time he suffered a loss.

As the hammer and sword clashed, Wu Changkong felt a considerable force emanating from the wooden sword in his hand. Although it couldn't compare to his own strength, he wasn't currently unleashing his martial spirit, and he was only using a small portion of his soul power. He immediately realized that his wooden sword was struggling to withstand the force.

Before he could inject more soul power, two more forces came from the wooden sword. At the same time, a familiar dizziness struck again, and Wu Changkong was momentarily stunned.

"Crack!" The wooden sword snapped, and the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer came crashing down on his head.

"Dance teacher!"

Just as the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer was about to smash Wu Changkong's head, Tang Wulin couldn't help but shout.

Perhaps it was the sense of crisis between life and death, or perhaps it was Tang Wulin's roar that awakened Wu Changkong, but Wu Changkong finally came to his senses when the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer was close to his face.

When he saw the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer that was just a hair's breadth away from touching his face, he finally erupted!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black! Six spirit rings emerged from Wu Changkong's body. As his spirit power erupted, the momentum of the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer stopped. A long sword appeared in his hand at some point, and Wu Changkong used the sword to knock the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer away.

The seemingly small forging hammer landed with a loud boom, startling Xie Xie and Gu Yue, who were preparing to come to their aid.

Not only were they surprised that Tang Wulin had forced Teacher Wu to retreat and even interrupted his wooden sword, but they were also shocked that Teacher Wu was a sixth-ring Soul Emperor!

"Stop! You've won this match." Wu Changkong raised his hand, stopping Gu Yue and Xie Xie who were about to continue their attack. He had already lost when he used his martial soul.

To be honest, Wu Changkong was also a little sweating. After being hit by Nan Fusheng's soul skill, he had been highly focused on his mental energy.

In his mind, with his six-ring Soul Emperor level mental strength, even if Nan Fusheng's soul skills were somewhat strange, as long as he was prepared, a soul master's first soul skill was not a problem at all.

But unexpectedly, he almost suffered a setback. When Tang Wulin's Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer broke his wooden sword, Nan Fusheng used his soul skill and successfully put him into a dazed state. As the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer approached his face, he subconsciously used his martial soul.

Otherwise, even if that hammer doesn't blow your head off, a single blow would be enough to kill you.

He'll have to stay in the hospital for at least a while. Anyway, he's definitely going to lose face. Even a cold and aloof god has his pride. If these kids beat him up and he ends up in the hospital, he doesn't know if he'll ever have the face to come back and teach them again.

"Oh, we won! We beat Teacher Wu!"

Xie Xie was excitedly shouting from the side, and the three of them also smiled. After all, Teacher Wu was a six-ring Soul Emperor! Even if there was some trickery involved, a win is a win.

Watching Xie Xie shouting and yelling, Wu Changkong secretly made a mental note of it, thinking he would definitely have to give Xie Xie a good beating in the future.

He contributed little to the entire competition, and when he attacked Tang Wulin at the end, he hindered Gu Yue, preventing her from providing support. Even after winning, he was still shouting and yelling, as if he wanted everyone to know he had won.

Xie Xie, standing to the side, was unaware that Wu Changkong had already written down his name; he only instinctively felt a chill.

"Nan Fusheng, use your soul skill on me again," Wu Changkong said to Nan Fusheng.

"Okay." Nan Fusheng didn't waste any words and directly used Steal on Wu Changkong.

As the light symbolizing the ten-year soul ring flashed, Wu Changkong held his breath and focused intently on Nan Fusheng, accompanied by another wave of dizziness.

"Nan Fusheng, would you mind telling me about your own soul skills?" Wu Changkong asked Nan Fusheng directly, as asking about a soul master's soul skills was a major taboo.

Unless they are close friends, they usually don't ask, which is why Wu Changkong sought Nan Fusheng's opinion.

"Yes, Teacher Wu, my first soul skill: Time Deprivation, can deprive others of their consciousness for a period of time, depending on the strength and mental power of both parties."

"The stronger the opponent, the shorter the time I can control them. As for the range, as long as the opponent is within my line of sight or under my mental lock, I can use it," Nan Fusheng said, half-jokingly.

"A soul skill that can strip someone of their consciousness? A soul skill that can allow a Soul Master to control a Soul Emperor like me for a short period of time... it seems his martial soul might be more powerful than I thought. The Time Worm? Time itself?"

Just as Wu Changkong was deep in thought, he saw the thousand-forged heavy silver hammer that had broken his wooden sword.

"There's something strange about this hammer of yours."

Wu Changkong came to his senses and looked at Tang Wulin, who was retrieving the hammer. Nan Fusheng's soul skill had indeed controlled him, but it was Tang Wulin's hammer that had played a decisive role.

Tang Wulin said, "This is a heavy silver hammer, which is heavier than an ordinary forging hammer."

"How heavy is it! Let me see." Xie Xie was very interested in the hammer that could break Teacher Wu's wooden sword. He quickly ran over and grabbed the Thousand-Refined Silver Hammer from Tang Wulin's hand.

"Clang!" The moment the heavy silver hammer left Tang Wulin's hand, it crashed to the ground, and the huge inertia caused Xie Xie to fall flat on his face.

"Ouch!" Xie Xie cried out in pain. "What...what is this thing? How can it be so heavy?"

Wu Changkong walked over, picked up the thousand-forged heavy silver hammer, and couldn't help but be moved. No wonder his wooden sword had been broken; the weight of this hammer…

"A single handle weighs approximately 150 kilograms."

Wu Changkong asked, "There were three streams of power it just transmitted. Was that under your control, or something else?"

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's the hammer's inherent ability. After metal is forged a thousand times, it produces some unpredictable special effects. My Heavy Silver Hammer also has that; it's called the Stacked Hammer."

Although Wu Changkong didn't understand forging, he could still tell how valuable the pair of Thousand-Refined Silver Hammers were. He nodded slightly and said, "You seem to have a talent for forging? I did some research, and Mu Xi, who challenged you to a forging contest today, is the daughter of the president of the East Sea City Forging Masters Association."

"Yes, I am a blacksmith." Recalling the courtesy he received at the Blacksmith Association, Tang Wulin felt much better.

A thoughtful look appeared in Wu Changkong's eyes. He raised his hand and said to Tang Wulin, "Come, hold my hand."

"Pull me up with all your might, let me feel just how strong you are," Wu Changkong said.

"Oh," Tang Wulin responded, took a deep breath, and exerted force with both arms, pulling back with all his might.

Wu Changkong was well prepared this time, standing there motionless like a nail.

Tang Wulin's face gradually turned red from giving it his all. Although Wu Changkong did not move, the faint fluctuations of his soul power indicated that he was not so relaxed. At least he needed to use his soul power to avoid being pulled by Tang Wulin.

"Alright." After a moment, Wu Changkong called for a halt.

Tang Wulin then withdrew his strength.

A strange look flashed across Wu Changkong's cold face as he patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder. "The four of you will fight together in the promotion tournament. With your strength reaching this level, our tactics will become quite interesting."

(End of this chapter)