Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 211 Tang Wulin the Copy
Tang Wulin responded politely.

Seeing this, Wu Rui continued to smile gently.

"Class monitor of Class 1, Grade 1! I've heard of you. You're an incredibly handsome genius who has also forged top-notch twin martial souls."

"Hmm, I think it was something like a storybook and a fire sword, right? Not bad, not bad."

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, I also have a martial soul book, so you'd better work hard, junior."

At this point, Wu Rui paused, then revealed a "Don't worry, I'll take care of you" expression.

"Of course, don't push yourself too hard if you can't hold on. Don't worry, we're both Book Martial Souls, so I'll go easy on you later."

"So, consider this a free lesson from your senior. Just give it your all later, and I'll take it all and help you analyze your weaknesses."

"After all, we're classmates from the same college. If you work hard in the future, you might be able to reach my level too."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin was slightly taken aback, but he didn't say anything, only nodding silently.

"I will, senior."

Meanwhile, in the audience...

Song Lin, the third-grade homeroom teacher, regretted sending this talkative girl up in the first round.

Wu Rui is capable, but he loves to talk nonsense, show off, and flaunt his abilities. He also dislikes anyone trying to impress him.

At this moment, Tang Wulin's good looks clearly stole the spotlight from him, so Wu Rui began to subtly and overtly praise and belittle him in front of so many students from all six grades.

Although Song Lin felt that Wu Rui had not done anything wrong.

After all, it's quite normal for the strong to humiliate the weak at Shrek Academy.

This helps to enhance and stimulate the trainees' motivation to practice.

But doesn't Wu Rui consider the occasion?
With so many students watching, and even some bigwigs from the inner court like the elders of the Sea God Pavilion, Wu Rui still resorted to this tactic.

Isn't this blatantly telling everyone about the discord among the Shrek Academy students?
However, the reality was somewhat different from what Song Lin had imagined.

On the stage, some of the elders of the Sea God Pavilion frowned, but they were not thinking about such a trivial matter as their own students praising or belittling each other.

What they really want to know is...
"Boss, are you sure that if we do this, Wu Rui, who's in third grade, can really copy that kid's trump card?"

As they spoke, Feng Wuyu asked Yun Ming with a curious expression.

Yun Ming remained silent, only staring intently at Tang Wulin below the stage, as if trying to see through the secrets within him.

After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"I'm not sure either, but it's just an attempt."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Shi nodded in agreement.

"That's right. If Tang Wulin's storybook martial soul possesses the potential and creativity to become a god."

"Wu Rui, who also possesses a book-type martial soul, has a martial soul with the ability to copy and store data. So, perhaps Wu Rui really can bring us a miracle?"

Meanwhile, watching Wu Rui on stage still chattering and showing off, the referee frowned and interrupted him.

"Shut up, you're so long-winded, you're like a woman! Where do you get all this nonsense from?"

"Uh... teacher, I was just expressing my friendship with my junior."

Upon hearing this, the referee was too lazy to say anything more to Wu Rui, who was just a tool used to detect Tang Wulin's secrets, and simply said indifferently.

"Alright, let the match begin."

"Don't worry, teacher. I care about my junior brother a lot. Besides, this junior brother and I have the same martial soul, so we naturally have a lot in common."

As Wu Rui spoke, he observed Tang Wulin in front of him.

After a long while, he looked at Tang Wulin's unmoved figure.

Wu Rui also abandoned his idea of ​​easily using Tang Wulin's ultimate move in front of everyone to show off, then scratched the back of his head and said with a resentful look.

"Hey junior, why aren't you making a move? Where's your book? Hurry up and get it out! And why aren't you activating your spirit rings?"

"Didn't we agree that you would go all out, and then I would teach you how to use your martial soul?"

Tang Wulin sighed helplessly at Wu Rui's slight resentment.

"Senior, it's not that I don't want to take out my martial soul and soul rings, it's just that for some reason, I can't use my martial soul for the time being."

Upon hearing this, Wu Rui was also taken aback.

"Huh? Then what are you going to use to compete with me?"

Tang Wulin coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed.

"If you don't mind, senior, I can use my own self-created soul skill and this."

As he spoke, Wu Rui tilted his head slightly and then looked in the direction Tang Wulin was looking.

Suddenly, a golden tree branch appeared in Tang Wulin's hand.

".?"

Seeing this, Wu Rui was full of question marks, and then looked at Tang Wulin with disbelief, as if to say, "Are you serious?"

Tang Wulin nodded helplessly, indicating that he was really not joking.

Seeing this, Wu Rui was speechless, but after looking at the hundreds of students outside the arena...

He still felt he couldn't give up this opportunity to show off in front of others, so he decisively spoke to Tang Wulin.

"In that case, junior, don't blame your senior for not going easy on you. It's your own fault."

After saying that, Wu Rui released his martial spirit.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before him, and a thick book with a blue cover appeared in front of him.

As he thought of it, the pages of the book turned naturally, opening to the first page.

Instantly, countless vines swarmed out from the thick book and quickly wrapped around Tang Wulin.

These vines were dark green, and each one was very thick, like pythons, as they coiled around Tang Wulin's "slender" figure!

In response, Tang Wulin remained calm and stood still, then raised the tree branch in his hand.

The next second, a gentle breeze gathered on the branches.

Immediately following, with Tang Wulin's gentle wave, a crescent-shaped sword aura slashed out from the golden tree branch.

And those countless thick, python-like dark green vines that had just swept towards Tang Wulin.

In an instant, under the crescent-shaped sword energy, it transformed into countless thin willow branches like a spider web, scattering in all directions, and with its remaining force, it slashed towards Wu Rui.

Wherever it went, a deep, visible crack appeared on the arena floor.

Upon seeing this, Wu Rui was slightly taken aback, but his eyes quickly lit up.

"Wow, looks like you've got some skills, junior."

"In that case, senior, you'll have to continue."

As Wu Rui spoke, he turned another page of the thick book in his hand. With a flash of light, he vanished into thin air.

The next instant, he appeared ten meters away, dodging the passive effect that came with Tang Wulin's basic attack. Looking at Wu Rui, who had instantly appeared on the other side of the stage, Tang Wulin's eyes revealed a hint of surprise and nostalgia.

The combination of entwined vines and spatial displacement really reminded him of the figure of a young girl.

"Wu Rui's Martial Soul Book is not like Gu Yue's elemental control, nor is it like Wu Lin's story creation. Instead, it uses the book itself to store some external abilities."

"That is, the so-called copying. Each of his spirit rings allows his Heavenly Book Martial Soul to copy and store a new spirit skill. And the Vine Entanglement and Spatial Teleportation are both copied and stored by him."

"Although this kind of martial soul doesn't have the unlimited potential of Wu Lin and Gu Yue, it's still quite imaginative compared to others."

"As long as the copying is done well, the storage is done well, and the coordination is done well, from a certain perspective, it can also be said to be a lower-level branch ability of Wu Lin and Gu Yue."

At this moment, Wu Changkong gave his explanation of Wu Rui's Martial Soul Heavenly Book from below the stage.

Upon hearing this, the people standing nearby suddenly realized that the world of Douluo Continent was indeed full of wonders and strange things when it came to martial souls!

There are even people whose martial souls are templates that combine elements of Tang Wulin's and Gu Yue's martial souls.

Tang Wulin also felt somewhat emotional about this.

However, Wu Rui on the other side did not slack off at all, and shouted loudly again.

"Despite the problem with your own martial soul, you truly deserve to be called a genius with a martial soul like mine. Junior, your performance has really pleased me!"

"In that case, senior, you'll have to continue!"

After saying that, another large number of vines swarmed out, this time even more than before, covering the sky and rushing towards Tang Wulin.

Wu Rui's tactics were simple: as a control-type Soul Master, he only needed to keep controlling Tang Wulin and depleting his Soul Power.

When his soul power is exhausted, he will win.

After all, in his view, Tang Wulin was simply forcibly using his soul power to unleash sword energy to fight him.

But he was using his own martial spirit.

The difference between the two is quite significant. He has a martial spirit as a buffer, so his soul power consumption rate will be very slow.

However, Tang Wulin's attack was purely based on strength. Although his burst of power was high, he didn't use his martial soul and directly confronted Tang Wulin's endurance, which was definitely not enough!
Of course, Wu Rui's constant talking wasn't random; it contained multiple intentions, including verbal harassment and provoking the other party.

After all, as I said before, Wu Rui is the only one who can act tough!
Tang, oh no, that pretty boy, dares to compete with him for the chance to show off in front of others?
Tang Wulin, on the other hand, was completely unaware of Wu Rui's thoughts.

But seeing the countless vines attacking him again, Tang Wulin simply waved the branch in his hand and unleashed another crescent-shaped sword aura.

However, this time, he added a horizontal slash from behind.

That is, a cross-shaped sword aura, slashing out at countless vines in front.

The next second, the cross-shaped sword energy rapidly expanded, then spontaneously began to spin, transforming into a whirlwind that attacked forward.

In an instant, it shattered the countless vines that attacked it, and then arrived in front of Wu Rui.

Upon seeing this, Wu Rui's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly realized what was happening.

The pages of the book in his hand automatically flipped, and a mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his view.

Third Soul Level - Mirror Reflection!

As the name suggests, it is Wu Rui's third soul skill, which can reflect enemy attacks!

This soul skill, when used properly in team battles, can play a very significant role.

But the next second, under the impact of the cross-shaped sword energy, the mirror reflection that Wu Rui had placed high hopes on shattered on the spot, just like glass pierced by a sharp blade.

Seeing this, Wu Rui disregarded everything else and instantly teleported to dodge again.

Meanwhile, Wu Rui's book pages changed again.

A golden light flashed and descended from the sky, landing directly on Tang Wulin.

Reissue!

Yes, this is Wu Rui's fourth soul skill.

Once used, it can create a puppet of the enemy with 60% of the enemy's strength.

And that puppet will also possess all of the opponent's soul skills!

Yes, thanks to the four control skills: spatial teleportation, vine entanglement, mirror reflection, and replica light.

Wu Rui was able to secure his position as the top control-type Soul Master in Class 1 of the third year, and will have the opportunity to enter the Inner Academy in the future.

Moreover, it was precisely because of this soul skill that Wu Rui was asked by the Shrek Academy's higher-ups to be the first to fight Tang Wulin.

Only by creating a clone of Tang Wulin can they truly see the secrets hidden by Tang Wulin!

Meanwhile, Tang Wulin, who was illuminated by the light of replication, was also slightly taken aback.

After a while, looking at Wu Rui, who was all smiles but made no further move, Tang Wulin scratched his head helplessly.

"Senior, shall we continue?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Rui was slightly taken aback before he realized what was happening.

Something's not right!

Why didn't his soul skill create another Tang Wulin?
Seeing this, Wu Rui, refusing to believe it, unleashed his soul skill at Tang Wulin once again.

"I refuse to believe it! Watch my Light of Copying!!!"

The next second, that familiar golden light, as if carrying a mission, once again poured down on Tang Wulin without reservation.

In an instant, Tang Wulin's body seemed to be completely enveloped by a layer of holy light.

He seemed like a sun god who had traveled from ancient mythology, radiating dazzling light.

Every inch of its outline is outlined to shine brilliantly, sacred and inviolable, making everything around it pale in comparison.

His silver-white hair, which was originally as pure and bright as moonlight, seemed to be infused with vibrant life force under the gentle caress of the golden light.

Each strand of hair is like a lively elf, shimmering with dazzling brilliance.

It is as if it is carefully woven from countless tiny pieces of gold, shining brightly and dazzlingly, with every slight movement reflecting a dreamlike halo.

Tang Wulin looked at the golden light that had reappeared around him and sighed helplessly.

He really didn't understand why this senior student was so insistent on lighting himself up.

However, he quickly realized that Wu Rui had just shouted something about the Light of Copying.
"I see, copying? If that's the case..."

Seeing Wu Rui's ashen face, as if he were defecating, Tang Wulin kindly granted his senior's wish and released his aura slightly.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded the next second: another version of Tang Wulin swiftly separated from his body.

Seeing this, Wu Rui relaxed and became smug, but before he could say anything...

However, a commotion broke out in the surrounding stands.

Countless spectators, regardless of age or gender, seemed to be frozen in place.

His gaze was fixed on the ring, his eyes filled with the infatuation of a devoted fan. His gaze seemed to be drawn by a thread, unable to look away.

(End of this chapter)