Douluo Dragon King: My Strategy System Is a Bit Off

Chapter 15 Change the Name

"Come on, let's all attack together."

Wu Changkong didn't move, he just casually waved the pointer in his hand.

At that moment, countless blue silver grasses rose from the surrounding flat ground, heading directly towards Wu Changkong.

Along with the Blue Silver Grass's attack, Tang Wulin also shot out like a cannonball, directly punching Wu Changkong.

Gu Yue followed closely behind, waving both hands in unison. Among all the elements, the fastest wind blades were released in seven or eight bursts, covering Wu Changkong from tricky positions and blocking all his possible escape routes.

Lin Ci, positioned in the center, did not launch an attack immediately, but instead carefully observed Qi Wu Chang Kong's hand gesture.

Wu Changkong's lips curled slightly upwards, and his eyes showed no panic in the face of the three men's fierce attack.

He casually swung the pointer in his hand, precisely slicing through the blue silver grass that came from all directions.

The once vibrant and resilient Blue Silver Grass seemed to have had its life force drained away, and it withered and collapsed to the ground.

Tang Wulin's fist, carrying immense power, was about to strike Wu Changkong. Wu Changkong, however, remained calm, slightly shifting his body to the side and skillfully avoiding the powerful punch. Simultaneously, his whip, like a nimble snake, extended and gently tapped Tang Wulin's elbow joint.

Tang Wulin felt a strange force coming from his joints, and his entire arm went numb instantly, halting his swift attack.

As for the seven or eight wind blades, strangely enough, these wind blades shattered and dissipated as soon as they entered the range of the whip, turning into wisps of breeze that surrounded Wu Changkong, causing his clothes to flutter.

Gu Yue's expression was strange. She felt that Wu Changkong's every strike hit the core of each wind blade with great precision.

The wind blade itself was composed of wind elements, and the regular movement of these wind elements formed this aggressive wind blade. However, Wu Changkong's whip did not directly collide with and destroy these elements; it merely struck the core of the wind blade lightly, causing its elements to become disordered, and then it shattered on its own.

Gu Yue, refusing to believe in superstition, raised his hand, and several more fireballs shot out. The pointer was made of wood; fire might counteract wood, and the fire element would be more effective.

As several fireballs shot out, Tang Wulin, who was right in front of him, launched another attack.

He reached out with his right hand, aiming straight for Wu Changkong's chest. Under his deliberate urging, golden scales instantly covered his right arm, carrying a hint of dragon might.

Wu Changkong dodged to the side and swung his whip again, this time quickly, striking Tang Wulin's calf.

Tang Wulin felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. His right leg buckled, and he staggered forward a few steps. But he gritted his teeth and, with sheer willpower, managed to steady himself. At that moment, the fireballs, carrying waves of heat, roared toward Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly stopped the pointer in his hand, raised it high, and then swept it around in the air.

The fireballs that came from all directions were instantly annihilated.

Before he could even catch his breath, Lin Ci had already appeared in front of him.

Wu Changkong, who thought Lin Ci was about to attack, was ready to respond at any time, but unexpectedly, he did not attack.

Lin Ci did not attack Wu Changkong directly. Instead, she grabbed Wu Changkong's whip with one hand as the whip was just losing its force.

Wu Changkong was slightly taken aback, not expecting Lin Ci to suddenly grab his pointer. But he reacted quickly, flicking his wrist to try and free the pointer from Lin Ci's grasp.

Lin Ci felt a powerful force coming from the pointer, and her arm went slightly numb from the shock.

Even if Wu Changkong suppresses himself to level 30, his physical strength will absolutely crush Lin Ci.

However, being so close, with each side holding one end of a pointer, tests not only strength but also close-quarters combat skills.

To prevent the pointer from slipping out of her hand, Lin Ci flipped her wrist and wrapped the pointer around her wrist, pressing it down firmly.

Taking advantage of the moment Wu Changkong exerted his strength, Lin Ci slightly turned her body in the direction of that force, using the force to her advantage, and began to spin around with the help of Wu Changkong's pulling force.

His body spun rapidly around Wu Changkong like a top, and with the help of the centrifugal force generated by the rotation, he further increased his control over the pointer.

Lin Ci's feet moved nimbly on the ground, each step cleverly utilizing the rotation of her body and the power of her dance in the air to make her figure more stable, making it difficult for the latter to break free.

Without a doubt, this move of using force against force was truly brilliant.

Even Wu Changkong didn't react well in time; otherwise, given the huge difference in strength, the pointer would have been snatched away very quickly.

But this was just a delaying tactic. Wu Changkong's power ultimately prevailed, and Lin Ci couldn't possibly snatch it without relying on her soul power.

When the pointer returned to Wu Changkong's hand, the boy, who had just performed brilliantly, raised both hands high.

"Teacher Wu, I'm out of energy, I surrender." Lin Ci clearly didn't want to endure the caresses of the pointer.

Wu Changkong remained silent, but made no further moves, only glancing at him a few times.

Tang Wulin, who had just been lashed twice, was stunned. The pain hadn't even subsided when he was suddenly struck again. Had he taken those lashes for nothing?

You can play it like this?

Wu Changkong put the pointer back down and said calmly, "What I just did, both my fight and the final battle with Lin Ci, were basic techniques. Do you still think they were useless?"

This time, no one spoke. Aside from the fact that Lin Ci's last few moves slightly disadvantaged Wu Changkong, his earlier effortless defeat of Tang Wulin and instantaneous dismantling of Gu Yue's highly threatening elemental attack were also noteworthy.

All he had was a pointer.

Especially Wang Jinxi and his two companions, who hadn't participated but had watched the entire process from the back, were naturally the most shocked.

If these are all just so-called combat skills, then their importance is self-evident.

Wu Changkong continued, "Practical combat skills are the foundation of everything. While martial spirits and spirit skills can certainly make spirit masters stronger, how you use them is the fundamental factor that determines just how strong you can become. Basic skills are the ways to apply them, and this also applies to battle armor or ordinary mecha. Therefore, starting today, for a long time to come, practicing basic practical combat skills will be an important subject for you."

"Alright, get out of class dismissed."

Lin Ci breathed a slight sigh of relief and was about to go eat.

"Lin Ci, please stay behind."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"what?"

In the end, Lin Ci was kept behind. Apart from Wu Changkong, he was the only one left in the class.

"Teacher Wu, is there something you need?" Lin Ci asked.

Wu Changkong pondered for a moment, seemingly thinking about something, before finally speaking, "Have you studied ancient martial arts?"

Modern Soul Masters don't place much importance on the practical combat skills Wu Changkong mentioned, but rather focus more on Soul Power, mecha, and Battle Armor.

Few of the fighting techniques that were commonly used by Soul Masters in battles 20,000 years ago have survived to this day. Those that have survived are all called ancient martial arts.

This wasn't the first time Wu Changkong had this idea. In the early rounds of the promotion tournament, Lin Ci hadn't played a significant role, but she hadn't been eliminated each time.

To an ordinary person, this might seem like it was because Gu Yue and the others were stronger and carried Lin Ci.

With Wu Changkong's keen eyesight, it was clear that anyone attempting to get close enough to eliminate Lin Ci would suffer a significant loss. And Lin Ci, who caused them such trouble, relied solely on a few simple techniques and combat awareness.

Lin Ci's performance today finally confirmed Wu Changkong's thoughts.

"Uh...I've studied it." Lin Ci nodded.

This left him speechless; these things were essentially just his experience. And they weren't exactly ancient martial arts, since he hadn't learned them in modern times.

But of course, I can't tell Wu Changkong any of this.

As Lin Ci was pondering what reason to use next, Wu Changkong didn't continue the conversation.

A hint of reminiscence flickered in the eyes of this aloof and arrogant man. He then slowly looked at Lin Ci and said, "Perhaps I shouldn't say this, but I still want to ask, how did you get your name?"

Wu Changkong knew that Lin Ci was an orphan, which is why he said that when he asked.

Lin Ci's heart skipped a beat, even though he had considered the possible scenarios when he first started this strategy mission.

But now, when faced with Wu Changkong's question, he was caught off guard.

However, Lin Ci reacted quickly and immediately explained, "It was given to me by the director of the orphanage who adopted me."

Fortunately, Wu Changkong didn't suspect anything. He just stared at him for a while and finally nodded, saying, "Very good. You can help me teach them ancient martial arts in the future. Alright, go and rest now. Be on time for class tomorrow."

After saying that, he left the classroom lightly, dressed in white.

After Wu Changkong left, Lin Ci breathed a slight sigh of relief, but there was a hint of regret in her eyes.

"I should have changed my name."

Does the same name mean the same person?

(End of this chapter)