Douluo: My system is too good

Chapter 24 Tang Wulin: Hit my brother? Me?
"teacher……"

"Are you right?"

Tang Wulin couldn't help but speak with a thoughtful look on his face.

Not only him, but also the other students around him looked at a loss at the moment, feeling that they had said something wrong.

"No."

"It's you fighting me."

"Let me see how much stronger your Blue Silver Grass is than ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

Wu Zhangkong shook his head and said slowly.

"So that's it..."

After hearing this, Tang Wulin became thoughtful. He had thought that the other party wanted to torture him, but it turned out that he had misunderstood.

"So……"

"I took action, teacher."

Tang Wulin nodded seriously, then released his Blue Silver Grass, all of which turned into swords and stabbed at the opponent.

This is the blue silver sword!
"..."

Wu Changkong silently watched the scene in front of him, without even planning to reveal his martial spirit. Instead, he acted alone and took all the blue silver grass.

"Are there any other moves?"

“You can show them all.”

He said lightly.

"Other moves..."

"Teacher, is it okay if I don't use my martial soul this time?"

Tang Wulin asked with a thoughtful look on his face.

"No martial spirit?"

"As long as you have any means, you can use them."

Wu Zhangkong was a little confused, but still agreed.

Although he didn't know what kind of methods he could use without using his martial soul...

Just as he was thinking, a huge hammer suddenly appeared from the other party's hand under his gaze.

The Thousand-Forged Silver Hammer is his most powerful creation at this stage.

Different from the little gadget he used to beat Zhou Changxi before, this is the best way to bring out his strength at this stage.

"Ok?"

"hammer?"

Under Wu Zhangkong's bewildered gaze, Tang Wulin tightly gripped the forging hammer and slammed it towards him.

"..."

At the moment the hammer hit his palm, even though Wu Changkong didn't move at all, his face was full of surprise.

"Hit me with the hammer."

He said slowly.

"Good teacher."

Tang Wulin did not refuse and handed the forging hammer to the other party.

"..."

"Ok?"

"So heavy."

After taking the forging hammer, Wu Changkong was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief. No wonder the other party could exert such a strong impact force. It seemed that this hammer was not an ordinary thing.

Generally speaking, anyone who can use such a hammer should at least have the cultivation level of a great soul master.

"Okay, let's stop here."

"Everyone else is out of school, Tang Wulin, come with me."

Wu Zhangkong looked at Tang Wulin deeply, and then said no more. After leaving behind a dashing back, he walked towards the teaching building.

"Ok?"

Tang Wulin was slightly startled, and then hurriedly followed the other party and ran over quickly.

In the personal office.

"Your power."

“It’s incredibly big.”

Arriving at the office, Wu Zhangkong's face showed emotion and he spoke frankly without waiting for Tang Wulin to ask.

He has seen many geniuses.

But his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, which can perform miracles with great strength. I have never seen anyone who can hit him with a decent hammer.

"My power..."

“It will be bigger indeed.”

Tang Wulin did not deny it and nodded.

After all, in his body...

There lived a dragon.

"Your strength is so great that even among other offensive spirit masters, few can surpass yours, especially with that hammer you have..."

"Even a great soul master may not be able to defeat you."

Wu Zhangkong looked at him deeply and said seriously, "And sharpen the blue silver grass..."

"I've never seen Blue Silver Grass before, and I didn't expect this to happen. Is this your decision?"

Wu Zhangkong had a look of praise on his face.

"No, my brother taught me."

Tang Wulin shook his head, his eyes shining as he spoke slowly.

"Your brother..."

"To have such thoughts, he must be a very strong man."

Wu Zhangkong nodded thoughtfully.

"But this hammer is a forging hammer, right?"

"You are also a blacksmith? What level are you at?"

Wu Zhangkong looked at the pattern on the forging hammer and spoke.

The forger of the Blue Silver Grass spirit...

This is unheard of.

You know, the other party's talent is not good to begin with, and he has to waste some time on forging, so he has even less time to repair...

"Level three."

"what?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhangkong's thoughts were swept away. Level three was already a master-level second-class expert, not to mention Tang Wulin at the moment...

Only nine years old!

"You really are a genius."

Wu Zhangkong couldn't help but sigh.

This is an incredible talent. Even if his potential as a spirit master is limited, with the development of forging, his future achievements will definitely be high.

"Stop talking nonsense. You know, our Class 5 is the worst class in the whole grade, but it won't be like that anymore."

"On the contrary, it will be the best class."

"Ok?"

Tang Wulin had a puzzled look on his face.

After getting to know four great soul masters among the freshmen, he could fully understand the gap between his class and his brother's class. How could he possibly surpass them?

"Every grade has a freshman class competition, and the so-called promotion competition is where the weaker classes challenge each other to become the strongest class..."

"That's why I called you here."

"I will pick two more students from the class to join you, and we will fight from Class 4 upwards..."

"Our target is Class 1."

Wu Zhangkong's face was full of indifference, and it was obvious that he didn't take the other classes seriously at all.

"..."

"Teacher Wu, you're putting me in a difficult position."

However, Tang Wulin looked bewildered as he listened to Wu Changkong's words, and he couldn't help but stammer for a moment.

He was indeed quite interested in the promotion competition, and he also felt that under the guidance of his homeroom teacher, Teacher Wu, he would definitely be able to get a good ranking, but...

Forget about Class 1.

"It's hard for you?"

After hearing this, Wu Zhangkong's cold face showed no ripples, and he was even a little surprised.

This doesn't sound like something the person in front of me should say.

How could a nine-year-old third-level blacksmith retreat without a fight?

Tang Wulin, ah Tang Wulin, you are too timid!
"Tell me your reasons."

Wu Zhangkong looked at him and said slowly.

"Teacher, if you say anything else, I can really challenge you..."

"But Class 1 is really not good enough."

Tang Wulin said seriously.

The strongest person in Class 1 is my brother, a...

A twenty-eighth level soul master!
Not only the other party, but also three other classmates are also great soul masters, one, two, three, four...

How can they compare with the four great soul masters!
It’s not that Tang Wulin is pessimistic, it’s that he clearly knows the gap between himself and his brother!

"What happened to Class One?"

"They're all freshmen, don't be too nervous. Their talents may not be much higher than yours."

"Don't underestimate yourself. It's still early in the promotion match, so you still have plenty of time."

Wu Zhangkong's expression was calm as he patted the other person's shoulder.

"..."

But Tang Wulin really couldn't laugh.

He challenges his brother?

This is even scarier than challenging the Soul Emperor!

"..."

PS: What do you think of Wu Lin’s bloodline? After all, it is impossible to have two Golden Dragon Kings. Should the bloodline be preserved or become the golden dragon bloodline?
(End of this chapter)