Douluo Amon: I am the Supreme Being in the Dragon King

Chapter 16 Self-introduction

"My name is Wu Changkong!" the young teacher said calmly, "For the next six years, you will all be my students."

"The first thing I want to emphasize is that you should just pretend you didn't hear what Director Long Hengxu said just now. Even if you are a bunch of trash, I will make you the strongest among your peers. Unless you drop out of school, this is your goal for the next six years."

Speaking arrogantly in a calm tone, he instantly attracted the attention of all the students in the class.

"Now let's introduce myself. Name, martial soul, soul power level, and what kind of soul master you want to be. Start!"

Simple and direct, no cutscenes.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yun Xiao, I have a martial soul star plate, and my soul power is level 12. My goal is to become an intelligent auxiliary combat soul master." Soon the students sitting in the first row began to introduce themselves, but their voices were slightly trembling.

"Tang Wulin, spirit blue silver grass, level 11. My goal is..." At this point, Tang Wulin paused, "I don't have a goal yet."

Someone below muttered, "Useless martial spirit, of course there is no target."

"Whoosh!" A piece of chalk flew out accurately like a guided missile, and just fell into the student's mouth.

"Ugh!" The chalk tip carried a spiral force and actually went straight into his throat, causing the student to dry heave immediately.

Wu Zhangkong said coldly: "In this world, there are no useless spirits, only useless people. When you call others useless, think about your own character first. If you are not useless, why would you be assigned to Class 5?"

Wu Changkong's coldness and dominance immediately silenced the entire class.

"continue."

"Xie Xie, martial soul Light Dragon Dagger, soul power level 18, agility attack type combat soul master."

When the words "level 18" came out, the whole class exclaimed. Level 18, level 18 at the age of nine, this is a true genius! And he is also a combat soul master. If he improves two more levels, he can enter the level of a great soul master. Anyone who can become a great soul master before the age of twelve can be called a genius.

"Nan Fusheng, the martial soul is the Time Bug, the soul power is level 13, the target is the control type combat soul master."

Soon it was Nan Fusheng's turn to introduce himself, but because of Xie Xie's self-introduction before him, his soul power cultivation did not cause any surprise.

Except for Xie Xie and Nan Fusheng, Yun Xiao's 12th level was considered high, and most of the other students were at the 11th level, which was just enough for admission. Their martial spirits were also all kinds of strange. There were almost no strong martial spirits.

Of course, Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was still the worst. This seemed to have become a rule.

"Official classes will begin tomorrow. My teaching methods will be a little different from other teachers. If you are afraid of hardship, tiredness, or pain, transfer to another school as soon as possible or find a way to change classes. For those who stay, be mentally prepared. get out of class is over."

Wu Zhangkong walked away with a pair of long legs and an upright figure, and the class instantly exploded. Most of them were talking about this cold and handsome teacher.

At the same time, Nan Fusheng also noticed that Tang Wulin and Xie Xie walked out of the classroom one after another, probably to fight their battle in the park.

Nan Fusheng had no intention of interfering. He just walked out of the classroom and prepared to go back to the dormitory to practice. After all, Wu Changkong also said that classes would not officially start until tomorrow.

The next morning...

"My soul power has reached level 14. It's really different with a power bank. Should I find a few more? With my current abilities, I can probably only find six more if I want to parasitize at a shallow level."

Nan Fusheng finished his training and sighed at the power of parasitism. The only pity was that he could only maintain nine at a time. If he wanted to do deep parasitism, then for every deep parasitism, the number of shallow parasites would be reduced by three. Therefore, Nan Fusheng had to carefully consider the object of deep parasitism.

The object of shallow parasitism can be detached at any time, but deep parasitism is not so easy.

After washing up, Nan Fusheng and his three roommates went straight to the cafeteria, and they heard it as soon as they entered.

"You have already insulted my body, I will never let you insult my personality again. I will definitely do what I promised."

Young people nowadays are having so much fun. Nan Fusheng turned his head and took a look. Oh, it turned out to be Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

"Hey, Wulin, long time no see."

"Well, long time no see, Fusheng."

Tang Wulin saw Nan Fusheng approaching and replied directly. In fact, he had wanted to go to Nan Fusheng to say hello when he was in Class 5 yesterday. After all, Nan Fusheng was his only acquaintance in this strange city.

Unfortunately, as soon as the get out of class was over yesterday, Xie Xie insisted on dragging him into a fight. Afterwards, both of them were unconscious for the entire afternoon, and it was almost evening when they returned to the academy.

"Hello, classmate. My name is Nan Fusheng. I guess I'm Wu Lin's fellow countryman!" said Nan Fusheng.

"Xie Xie."

Xie Xie replied coldly, and then ignored Nan Fusheng. He was aloof, but his expression was a little ugly. After all, Tang Wulin had already eaten nearly twenty A-class meals, and he was the one who paid for them.

Nan Fusheng ignored Xie Xie's attitude and chatted with Tang Wulin for a while, asking about his recent situation. When asked about this, Tang Wulin started to complain, saying that he had a fight with his roommate after entering the academy and was fined. As they chatted, they talked about Na'er's departure, which made Tang Wulin even sadder. Then he ate faster and his anger turned into appetite...

Wu Changkong wore a pair of grey, black and white plaid pants and a white shirt today. It looked like a simple outfit, but it perfectly set off his slender figure.

He just stood there, and the cold aura exuding from his body silenced all the students in Class Five.

"Classes will officially begin today. I will personally teach most of your courses. Everyone stand up." Wu Zhangkong said coolly.

All the students stood up quickly.

"Follow me!" Wu Zhangkong put his hands in his pockets and walked out. The students followed behind him. They were all freshmen and had no concept of queuing. It looked a bit chaotic. However, in front of the powerful aura of the cold and arrogant male god, no one dared to make a loud noise.

Wu Zhangkong led them to the playground, "Two people in a row, stand still."

Wu Zhangkong said in a deep voice: "The first lesson today is to show your strength. We will have a real fight later, and I will be the referee. Single elimination. Let me see your strength."

A female student timidly raised her hand and said, "Teacher Wu, I'm a weapon spirit master. Do I have to fight as well?"

Wu Zhangkong said in a cold voice: "On the battlefield, if you tell your enemy that you are a weapon spirit master, he won't kill you? The first group should prepare, starting with you." He pointed casually, pointing to Tang Wulin and an unknown classmate.

"Great, let's compete in strength! I don't believe that you are stronger than me." This classmate named Zhou Changxi is a roommate of Tang Wulin, and it seems that the two have some grudges against each other.

Tang Wulin said nothing. Wu Zhangkong directed the students to spread out and form a circle.

“From the beginning, there are no rules. You can use any means to defeat the opponent.” Wu Zhangkong said lightly, and his words were obviously directed to all the students.

The result is obvious. In the competition of strength with Tang Wulin, this man named Zhou Changxi was beaten to the point of doubting his life. Tang Wulin didn't even use his martial spirit.

"Why don't you use your martial spirit?" Wu Zhangkong looked at Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin said, "He said he wanted to compete with me in strength."

Wu Zhangkong's eyes were cold. "If he told you to eat shit, would you eat it? Treat every battle as if you were on a battlefield. Defeating your opponent is your only goal. Even if a lion fights a rabbit, you have to go all out. Don't give your opponent the slightest chance. Advance and wait for the next one."

If you lose, you are out; if you win, you are scolded. The psychological pressure on the students suddenly increased.

In the following competitions, except for the one where Xie Xie defeated his opponent instantly, Wu Zhangkong scolded him harshly in almost every one of them.

"You, and you, the two of you fight."

Until Nan Fusheng and his roommate Zhao Xiao came face to face.

Chapter 17 Class Battle

Zhao Xiao's eyes widened and he roared. A circle of white soul rings appeared under his feet, and immediately shone brightly, rising along his body. At the same time, his body began to swell, especially his head, which even grew a pair of horns. This was his martial soul: goat.

There was a little white goat on his shoulder, which was obviously his soul, the soul of ten years.

The first soul skill, fearless charge!

Zhao Xiao strode towards Nan Fusheng, his feet landing with a "dong dong" sound. With his majestic body, his momentum was also aggressive.

Nan Fusheng slowly summoned his own martial spirit: the Time Bug. A milky white halo appeared over Nan Fusheng, and a circle of white spirit rings appeared under his feet.

First soul skill (revised): steal.

Zhao Xiao, who was charging towards Nan Fusheng, felt a black screen before his eyes, and then he lost consciousness. He ran headfirst into Nan Fusheng's body, stopped immediately, and then fell to the ground.

Zhao Xiao's strange behavior caused exclamations from his classmates, and even Wu Changkong looked a little surprised. Just like that, five or six seconds passed, and Nan Fusheng walked directly in front of Zhao Xiao. Zhao Xiao didn't even stand up, so Wu Changkong directly announced that Zhao Xiao was eliminated.

When Wu Changkong made the announcement, Zhao Xiao stood up in a daze. Nan Fusheng pulled him up upon seeing this.

"It was a wonderful battle. I actually narrowly defeated you this time."

After hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Zhao Xiao was confused. What the hell, have we already fought? What do you mean he narrowly defeated me? How come I don't know anything?

"Those who have finished the competition, please go down. The second round will begin. You, and you, go up."

Wu Zhangkong would not tolerate Zhao Xiao, who was full of questions, and he started to drive him away. However, he did not blame Zhao Xiao, after all, even he was a little confused about Nan Fusheng's spirit skills. But he would not say it out loud, because there were still a few more games to come, and he believed that he would be able to see it.

In the second round, Nan Fusheng's opponent fell to the ground inexplicably when he was about to attack after being possessed by his spirit. Tang Wulin and Xie Xie also defeated their opponents. After this round, there were five people left.

"Nan Fusheng, Hanlan, you two come first."

In the third round, Nan Fusheng's opponent was a chubby little girl who looked a little silly.

Although Han Lan had only participated in two competitions, 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 the earth element, a very excellent martial soul, with a soul power of level 13. According to her ability, she should not be selected to Class 5. Moreover, this girl always smiles at everyone and always has a friendly look on her face.

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

A white halo flickered under Han Lan's feet, and at the same time, a soul like a lump of earth emerged from her shoulders. She did not pause at all, and made a lifting motion with both hands in the direction of Nan Fusheng.

Suddenly, a yellowish-brown circular halo appeared under Nan Fusheng's feet. Stone pillars instantly rose up and turned into a solid stone prison that trapped him inside.

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

After all, even if it was Xie Xie who had the highest soul power, their methods of dealing with the opponent were still understandable. The unknown was frightening. It was too weird that the opponent was defeated halfway through his soul skill.

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

This is how Han Lan won the previous two matches. As the controller of the earth element, she chose the control route. Although her first soul skill is only ten years old, it is very powerful and can directly restrict the opponent. But because it is ten years old, the restrictions on her are not small. For example, after using this soul skill once, she cannot use it again for at least twenty seconds.

If this happened on the battlefield, she would probably only have this one chance to show her ability.

Wu Changkong will start counting down after the students are trapped. If they cannot escape from the stone prison within ten seconds, they will lose.

Han Lan won the first game in this way. The second game was even faster. The student tried to rush out of the stone prison at the beginning, but the stone prison was too fast. He stepped on the edge and was pushed high into the air. If Wu Changkong hadn't caught him in time, he would have fallen and become unable to take care of himself.

"Ten..." Wu Zhangkong began to count down expressionlessly. After the first match with Han Lan, he said that if you fight against a control-type soul master and are controlled for ten seconds, it is no different from being dead, so he only gave ten seconds. If Han Lan escaped, he would lose, and if he couldn't break out, Han Lan would win, it was that simple and brutal.

However, before Wu Changkong could count to "seven", he saw Han Lan, who was still retreating, fall headfirst to the ground, and the stone prison that trapped Nan Fusheng began to make "dong, dong, dong" sounds. "Boom--" with soul power attached to his fists, Nan Fusheng knocked the stone pillars in front of him to the ground with one punch after another, and then walked out from the rubble.

At this time, Han Lan was still struggling, until Nan Fusheng walked in front of her, Wu Changkong directly announced that Han Lan was eliminated.

It doesn't seem like a spiritual type of soul skill, but when he was trapped in the stone prison by Han Lan, there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power. Is he locking onto a target, Wu Changkong thought to himself.

Tang Wulin undoubtedly defeated his opponent once again. Xie Xie was given a bye. At this point in the competition, only the last three people were left.

All the students' eyes were on Wu Changkong. There were only three of them left. How should they fight?

Wu Zhangkong hesitated for a moment and said, "Tang Wulin, Nan Fusheng, you two fight first. The winner will face Xie Xie."

A hint of pride suddenly appeared on Xie Xie's face, and he looked at Tang Wulin with some pride, as if to say, see, the teacher still values ​​me the most.

Tang Wulin didn't even look at him and walked back to the center of the venue.

"Come to think of it, this is the first time we two have fought each other." Nan Fusheng chuckled.

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

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

Chapter 18 Winning

As soon as Wu Changkong finished speaking, Tang Wulin released the Blue Silver Grass at the first moment, and at the same time, he quickly exerted force with his legs and pounced towards Nan Fusheng at a rapid speed.

Tang Wulin had carefully observed Nan Fusheng's three previous rounds of battles. He found that Nan Fusheng's opponents in the first two rounds fainted directly in the process of releasing their spirit skills. However, when fighting against Han Lan in the third round, Nan Fusheng did not knock Han Lan unconscious immediately.

The difference between the two is that Han Lan got away from Nan Fusheng and trapped him at the first opportunity. Although Nan Fusheng won in the end, Tang Wulin still saw a flaw. It seemed that it took a certain amount of time for Nan Fusheng to release his soul skills. Otherwise, why didn't he knock his opponent unconscious at the first opportunity, giving his opponent the opportunity to release his soul skills.

Although it was just a guess, Tang Wulin had no choice but to gamble on whether his guess was right, so he chose to rush towards Nan Fusheng as soon as possible. At the same time, he tried his best to let the blue silver grass cover his figure and Nan Fusheng's sight, hoping to decide the outcome as quickly as possible. What a pity!

"First Soul Skill (revised): Steal."

Tang Wulin finally fell down. When he fell to the ground, Nan Fusheng slowly walked towards him. He looked relaxed on the outside, but his body was tense, so that if he found something wrong, he could retreat quickly. After all, the person in front of him was the 'Grandson of the Planes', so he had to be careful of his sudden 'explosion'. However, Nan Fusheng did not get up until he walked in front of Tang Wulin.

There was a glimmer of surprise in Wu Changkong's eyes as well. He nodded and said, "Nan Fusheng wins." With his keen eyesight, he still couldn't figure out the details of Nan Fusheng's soul skills. He could only roughly guess that it was aimed at the spirit, but it didn't seem like the method used by a spirit-type soul master. This also made him a little interested in Nan Fusheng.

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

Xie Xie leaped to the center of the venue and looked at Nan Fusheng arrogantly. In his heart, he wanted to fight with Tang Wulin more. After all, Tang Wulin had beaten him up twice in a row, and each time he hit him in the face. But it didn't matter. It seemed that the other party was from the same hometown as Tang Wulin, and he had even defeated Tang Wulin. So he would get back at Tang Wulin first.

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

"Fourth round, second match, Xie Xie versus Wu Changkong."

"What?" Xie Xie exclaimed and turned to look at the cold and arrogant male god.

Wu Zhangkong glanced at him coldly, "You had a bye in the third match. Do you think that unfairness will happen in my class? Take my attack once, and then fight Nan Fusheng."

Xie Xie stared at him in amazement, "Teacher Wu, you are not kidding. You are a teacher."

Wu Changkong had already walked to Nan Fusheng and waved to him, and Nan Fusheng left the stage on his own accord. Wu Changkong slapped his right hand on his waist and untied his belt.

“Teacher, what are you doing?” Xie Xie took two steps back cautiously, but he soon discovered that Wu Zhangkong’s trousers fit him very well, and there was no sign of them falling down even after unbuckling the belt.

Wu Zhangkong shook his wrist, and his belt was stretched straight. He said calmly: "I won't release my martial spirit, you just need to take my sword." As he spoke, he took a step forward with his left foot, and the sword on the belt in his hand stabbed towards Xie Xie.