Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of 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 just said. Even if you are a bunch of good-for-nothings, I will make you the strongest among your peers. Unless you drop out of school, this will be your goal for the next six years."

He spoke arrogantly in a calm tone, instantly attracting the attention of all the students in the class.

"Now, let's begin the self-introductions. Name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and what kind of Soul Master you want to become. Begin!"

Simple and straightforward, with no preamble.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yun Xiao, my Martial Soul Star Chart, and my Soul Power is level twelve. My goal is to become an intelligent support-type Battle Soul Master." Soon, the student sitting in the first row began to introduce himself, but his voice trembled slightly.

"Tang Wulin, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 11. His goal is..." Tang Wulin paused for a moment, "...I don't have a goal yet."

Someone muttered, "A useless martial spirit, of course it has no goal."

"Whoosh!" A piece of chalk flew out accurately like a guided missile, landing right in the student's mouth.

"Ugh!" The chalk tip, with its spiraling force, actually burrowed into his throat, causing the student to gag immediately.

Wu Changkong coldly said, "In this world, there are no useless martial spirits, only useless people. Before calling others useless, think about what kind of person you are. If you weren't useless, would you have been assigned to Class Five?"

Wu Changkong's coldness and domineering presence immediately silenced all the students in the class.

"continue."

"Xie Xie, Martial Soul: Light Dragon Dagger, Soul Power Level 18, Agility-type Battle Soul Master."

The moment the words "level 18" were uttered, it elicited gasps of astonishment from the entire class. Level 18! Nine years old and level 18! That's a true genius! And a Battle Soul Master at that! Two more levels and he'll be a Great Soul Master. Anyone who becomes a Great Soul Master before the age of twelve can be considered a genius.

"Nan Fusheng's martial soul is the Time Worm, his soul power is level 13, and his goal is to become a control-type battle soul master."

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

Aside from Xie Xie and Nan Fusheng, everyone at Yunxiao Elementary School was considered high-level at level twelve. Most of the other students were at level eleven, just barely qualifying for enrollment, and their martial souls were incredibly diverse. There were almost no truly powerful martial souls.

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

"Classes will officially begin tomorrow. My teaching style will be a little different from other teachers. If you are afraid of hardship, fatigue, or pain, please transfer to another school or try to change classes as soon as possible. Those of you who stay, please be mentally prepared. get out of class dismissed."

Wu Changkong strode away with his long legs and upright posture, and the class instantly erupted in excitement. The vast majority of the discussion revolved around this aloof yet handsome teacher.

At the same time, Nan Fusheng also noticed that Tang Wulin and Xie Xie walked out of the classroom one after the other, presumably to have their little park battle.

Nan Fusheng had no intention of interfering; he simply walked out of the classroom and prepared to return to his dormitory to cultivate, since Wu Changkong had said that classes would officially begin tomorrow.

The next morning...

"My soul power has reached level fourteen. Having a power bank really makes a difference. Should I find a few more? With my current abilities, I can probably only find six more for shallow parasitism."

Nan Fusheng finished his cultivation and marveled at the power of the parasitic ability. The only pity was that he could only maintain a maximum of nine at the same time. If he wanted to perform deep parasitism, then for every deep parasitism, three shallow parasitisms would be reduced. Therefore, Nan Fusheng had to carefully consider the targets for deep parasitism.

Shallow parasites can detach themselves at any time, but deep parasites are not so easy to detach from.

After washing up, Nan Fusheng led his three roommates straight to the cafeteria, only to hear something as soon as they entered.

"You have already insulted my body, and I will never let you insult my character again. I promise I will keep my word."

Wow, young people these days have so much fun! Nan Fusheng turned his head and glanced at them. Oh, it's Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

"Hey, Wu Lin, long time no see."

"Yes, it's been a long time, Fusheng."

When Tang Wulin saw Nan Fusheng approaching, he replied directly. Actually, he had wanted to say hello to Nan Fusheng yesterday when they were in Class 5, since Nan Fusheng was practically the only familiar person he knew in this unfamiliar city.

Unfortunately, as soon as get out of class ended 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 we're from the same hometown as Wu Lin!" Nan Fusheng said.

"Xie Xie."

Xie Xie replied coldly, then ignored Nan Fusheng, maintaining a cool and aloof demeanor, though his expression was somewhat unpleasant. After all, Tang Wulin had already eaten nearly twenty Class A meals, and he was the one who paid for them.

Nan Fusheng ignored Xie Xie's attitude and instead chatted with Tang Wulin for a while, asking about his recent situation. As soon as he was asked about this, Tang Wulin poured out his grievances, saying that he had been fighting with his roommates since entering the academy and had been fined, etc. As they chatted, they talked about Na'er's departure, which made Tang Wulin even sadder. Then, the speed at which he ate increased dramatically, turning his grief into a large appetite...

Today, Wu Changkong wore a pair of gray, black, and white checkered pants and a white shirt. It was a simple outfit, but it perfectly accentuated his slender figure.

He simply stood there, and the cold aura emanating from him silenced all the students in Class 5.

"Classes officially begin today. I will personally instruct you in most of your lessons. Everyone, please stand up," Wu Changkong said coolly.

All trainees quickly stood up.

"Follow me!" Wu Changkong walked out with his hands in his pockets, and the students followed behind. They were all freshmen and didn't really understand the concept of queuing, so it looked a bit chaotic. However, in the face of the aloof male god's powerful aura, no one dared to make a sound.

Wu Changkong led them to the playground. "Two people in a row, stand in line."

Wu Changkong said in a deep voice, "Today's first lesson is to demonstrate your strength. We'll start with a real battle shortly, and I'll be the referee. It'll be a single-elimination tournament. Let me see your abilities."

A female student timidly raised her hand and asked, "Teacher Wu, I am a weapon spirit master, do I also need to participate in actual combat?"

Wu Changkong said coldly, "On the battlefield, if you tell your enemy you are a Soul Weapon Master, will they not kill you? The first group will begin preparations on your side." He casually pointed to Tang Wulin and an unknown classmate.

"Great! Let's have a strength contest! I don't believe you're stronger than me." This classmate named Zhou Changxi was Tang Wulin's roommate, and it seemed that the two had some grudges.

Tang Wulin remained silent, while Wu Changkong directed the students to disperse and form a circle.

"Initially, there are no rules. You can use any means to defeat your opponent," Wu Changkong said calmly, his words clearly directed at all the students.

The result was obvious. When it came to strength, Zhou Changxi was beaten so badly by Tang Wulin that he questioned his existence. Tang Wulin didn't even have to use his martial soul.

"Why don't you use your martial soul?" Wu Changkong asked Tang Wulin.

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

Wu Changkong's eyes were icy cold. "If he asked you to eat shit, would you? Treat every battle as if you were on a battlefield. Defeating your opponent is your only goal. Even a lion must go all out to hunt a rabbit. Don't give your opponent the slightest chance. Advance, wait for the next round."

Losing meant elimination, winning meant being criticized. The trainees' psychological pressure immediately increased.

In the following matches, apart from Xie Xie's one where he instantly defeated his opponent, he was verbally abused by Wu Changkong in almost every other match.

"You, and you, both of you fight."

Until Nan Fusheng and his roommate Zhao Xiao met.

Chapter 17 Class Battle

Zhao Xiao's eyes widened, and he roared. A white spirit ring appeared under his feet and immediately shone brightly, rising up his body. At the same time, his body began to swell, especially his head, where a pair of horns grew. This was his spirit: Goat.

A small white goat appeared on his shoulder, clearly his spirit, the spirit of ten years.

First Soul Skill: Fearless Charge!

Zhao Xiao strode towards Nan Fusheng, his feet landing with a resounding thud. His imposing physique and imposing presence exuded a menacing aura.

Nan Fusheng calmly summoned his martial soul: the Time Worm. A shimmering milky-white halo appeared around Nan Fusheng, and a white soul ring also appeared beneath his feet.

First Soul Skill (Modified): Steal.

Zhao Xiao, who was charging towards Nan Fusheng, suddenly felt a blackout before losing consciousness. He crashed headfirst into Nan Fusheng's body, stopped abruptly, and then fell to the ground.

Zhao Xiao's unusual behavior caused gasps from the surrounding classmates, and even Wu Changkong looked somewhat surprised. After five or six seconds, Nan Fusheng walked directly in front of Zhao Xiao. Zhao Xiao did not get up, so Wu Changkong directly announced that Zhao Xiao was eliminated.

When Wu Changkong made the announcement, Zhao Xiaocai stood up in a daze, and Nan Fusheng immediately pulled him up.

"It was a truly exciting battle. I actually won by a narrow margin this time."

Upon hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Zhao Xiao looked completely bewildered. What? Were we already fighting? What do you mean, "narrowly defeated me"? I didn't know anything about this.

"Those who have finished, go down. The second round begins. You, and you, go up."

Seeing Zhao Xiao's bewildered expression, Wu Changkong wasn't going to tolerate him and immediately tried to kick him out. However, he didn't reprimand Zhao Xiao harshly, since even he couldn't quite understand Nan Fusheng's soul skill. But he wouldn't say anything; there were still a few matches to go, and he was confident he would figure it out himself.

In the second round, Nan Fusheng's opponent, after activating his martial soul, inexplicably collapsed to the ground just as he was about to launch an attack. Tang Wulin and Xie Xie also defeated their respective opponents, leaving five people remaining after this round.

"Nan Fusheng, Han Lan, you two go first."

In the third round, Nan Fusheng's opponent was a chubby little girl who looked a bit simple-minded.

Although Han Lan only participated in two matches, 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 earth element, an excellent martial soul, with a soul power level of thirteen. Judging from her abilities, she shouldn't have been chosen for Class Five at all. Moreover, this girl always has a smile on her face, and her expression is always amiable.

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

A white halo flashed beneath Han Lan's feet, and a clump of soul resembling a clod of earth surged from her shoulder. Without pausing, she made a lifting motion with both hands towards Nan Fusheng.

Instantly, a circular, earth-yellow halo appeared beneath Nan Fusheng's feet, and stone pillars shot up, transforming into a solid stone prison that trapped him within.

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

After all, even Xie Xie, who has the highest soul power, can still defeat his opponents in a way that they can understand. The unknown is what is frightening. It is too strange that the opponent was defeated halfway through using his soul skill.

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

Han Lan won her previous two matches in this way; as a master of earth element, she chose the control route. Although her first soul skill was only ten years old, it was extremely powerful and could directly restrict her opponent. However, because it was only ten years old, it also had significant limitations on her. For example, after using this soul skill once, she could not use it again for at least twenty seconds.

If this were on the battlefield, she might only have this one chance to prove herself.

Wu Changkong will start a countdown after the trainees are trapped. If they cannot escape the stone prison within ten seconds, they will lose.

Han Lan won the first round like this, and the second round 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 into the edge and was directly thrown high into the air. If Wu Changkong hadn't caught him in time, he probably would have been unable to take care of himself after the fall.

"Ten..." Wu Changkong began the countdown expressionlessly. He had said after the first match with Han Lan that being controlled for ten seconds against a control-type Soul Master was tantamount to death, so he only gave her ten seconds. If she broke free, Han Lan lost; if she couldn't, Han Lan won—it was that simple and brutal.