Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 18 Lesson

Classes started the next day.

Today, Wu Changkong wore a pair of black, gray, and white checkered pants, and his shirt was still white. The simple outfit accentuated his slender figure.

"Classes officially begin today, and I will be in charge of most of your courses." He was as cold as ever.

"All rise."

All trainees quickly stood up.

"Follow me." Wu Changkong turned around and took the lead, putting his hands in his pockets as he left.

The trainees followed him in a swarm. Although there was no queue and it looked chaotic, no one made a sound under his cold aura; everyone remained quiet.

Everyone came to the playground.

With his dark green eyes sweeping over the chaotic students, Wu Changkong said in a deep voice, "Everyone, stand in pairs!"

In the oppressive atmosphere, the trainees quickly lined up in pairs.

"My classes are primarily practical, and today's first lesson will showcase your abilities!"

"The actual battle will begin shortly. I will be the referee. Next, we will fight in pairs according to my call of names. It will be a single-elimination tournament."

The students were in an uproar. Was the first lesson going to be a sparring match? That was too direct.

"Su Qiu." Wu Changkong glanced at the most conspicuous blond-haired boy in the crowd and pondered for a moment.

"You come out first, you don't need to participate in their actual combat. After everyone is done, you and I will fight."

His level 32 soul power was too high; among these students, who were mostly at level 11 or 12, he was like a wolf among sheep. He couldn't display his strength at all.

The surrounding students frequently turned to look at Su Qiu, feeling relieved. They didn't want to fight against such a genius; it would only be a humiliating experience.

Su Qiu silently stepped forward from the crowd and stood to the side. He had the same idea; even if Wu Changkong hadn't asked him, he would have brought it up himself.

At this moment, a girl timidly raised her hand and asked, "Teacher, I am a support Soul Master, do I also need to practice combat?"

Su Qiu watched the show with amusement; someone was about to get scolded.

"Why not? If you tell your enemy on the battlefield that you are a support Soul Master, will he not kill you?"

As expected, Wu Changkong's icy voice carried a reprimand: "Quite the opposite! I can tell you with certainty that the first to be killed on the battlefield are you support Soul Masters!"

"You can't rely entirely on your teammates for protection."

"You must take control of your own life."

Indeed, while support-type Soul Masters may seem to not need to fight, in reality, when they do fight, the enemy's first target is always the support.

Unless you have a food-type martial soul, you can stay in the back and cook.

Seeing the girl lower her hand and head, Wu Changkong casually pointed to Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi, who were standing together.

"It starts with you."

The two exchanged a glance. Zhou Changxi was very excited. He had been holding a grudge about being knocked away by Tang Wulin's punch, believing that he had been careless.

He's a mighty ape, how could he lose to Blue Silver Grass in strength? Great, now he can fight back fair and square.

Especially recently, Tang Wulin has been acting very strangely, always secretly spying on him, which makes him feel disgusted.

"Come on, let's have a strength contest. I'm sure I won't lose to you this time!"

This reminded Wu Changkong, who calmly told all the students, "There are no rules in a battle; you can use any means to defeat your opponent."

Then he looked at Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi.

"start!"

A white spirit ring rose beneath his feet, and Zhou Changxi roared, instantly swelling to a size larger. His massive muscles strained against his school uniform.

A small brown monkey jumped out from his shoulder; it was clearly his spirit.

First Soul Skill: Power Amplification!
Zhou Changxi strode forward, exuding an imposing aura, and reached out his hands towards Tang Wulin's shoulders.

He actually only tested strength!
Tang Wulin was an honest man, so he didn't use Blue Silver Grass and fought him with both fists.

boom!
Zhou Changxi was forced back by the blow. Tang Wulin's offensive continued unabated, closing in and unleashing another punch.

Before he could even regain his footing, Zhou Changxi gritted his teeth and threw a punch. But it was no use, and he was eventually knocked to the ground.

"Stop!" Wu Changkong shouted coldly, pointing at Zhou Changxi, "You're out." Then he looked at Tang Wulin.

Why don't you use your Martial Soul?

"He said he wanted to compete with me in strength." Tang Wulin scratched his head.

Wu Changkong frowned and uttered his famous line: "If he asked you to eat shit, would you eat it?"

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Every battle must be taken seriously. Victory is your only goal. You cannot give your opponent any chance!"

"You've advanced. See you in the next match."

Would you eat shit if he offered it to you?

This sentence is an indispensable part of every student who gets criticized by the teacher.

"Next game!"

After that, all the battles were like children playing house, completely without any strategy.

In particular, one of the matches was a battle between two support-type Soul Masters, and the scene made Wu Changkong frown.

He had expected Class 5 to be bad, but he didn't expect them to be this bad. With this level of performance, how are they going to compete in the promotion tournament?
Would he really train these people to the point where they could beat Class 1?
That's too difficult; he's just bragging.

The initial speech was simply intended to give the trainees confidence. Belief is the most important thing.

The only ones who are currently acceptable to look at are Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

There's also Su Qiu, whose strength is currently unknown, but with his level 32 soul power, he can't be that weak.

After all the students have finished their matches.

Wu Changkong's dark green eyes looked at Su Qiu.

"It's our turn, let's go."

"I am looking forward."

Su Qiu's eyes lit up, she exhaled a long breath, and walked towards Wu Changkong while warming up her limbs.

"I will suppress my soul power to level 32, the same as yours, and unleash your full strength to see how many moves you can withstand."

Wu Changkong pulled out his belt and channeled his soul power into it, using it as a sword.

"Teacher, you underestimate me."

Su Qiu slowly walked to a stop not far from Wu Changkong, his soul power circulating faster, ready to erupt at any moment.

Suppressing my soul power to the same level, are you trying to defeat me with skill?

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Su Qiu looked at the leather belt in Wu Changkong's hand, which stood straight and firm under the influence of soul power.

In terms of pure combat skills, even Su Wuyan wouldn't dare to underestimate him like that, and that old man often secretly cheats.

Dancing in the sky is even less feasible.

Su Qiu can speak frankly about this.

Let Yun Ming come!

Of course, if Yun Ming really came, Su Qiu would be unhappy again.

A terrifying aura spread outwards. Three purple soul rings rose up.

Before the other trainees could exclaim in surprise.

A long, sharp cry echoed across the entire playground. A powerful and majestic spirit beast, resembling an eagle, flew out from behind Su Qiu.

The oppressive aura cast a shadow over all the trainees; they had never seen such a ferocious beast before.

A thousand-year-old spirit, a hawk soaring through the sky!
With its enormous wingspan, the Sky-Splittering Eagle's every flap in the sky is accompanied by a violent roar of air.

Its sharp pupils narrowed, staring intently at Wu Changkong's entire body.

Su Qiu casually clenched his fist and summoned the Sword of Oath of Victory.

The sword flashed in his hand and disappeared, becoming an invisible sword.

Wind King Barrier!

(End of this chapter)