Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Sikong Zheng shrugged and laughed, "What else could it be? It's a super great thing."

"Xiao Zheng, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me already!" Oscar pressed eagerly.

Sikong Zheng clapped his hands twice, making a "slap slap" sound, "Got it?"

Ma Hongjun hadn't thought about it carefully before, but he understood instantly. After all, he had suffered a lot of headaches because of his martial soul. "Oh, what's the big deal? Xiao Ao, you know, I've done a lot of 'that' because of my martial soul's flaws! Recently, I even started flirting with girls from the villages near the academy."

"Uh, well, okay," Oscar had never been so speechless.

Under the moonlight, the group strolled leisurely back to the academy.

early morning.

The three of them went to the cafeteria together and happened to run into Dai Mubai, who looked refreshed and seemed quite smug.

"Yin Hu, oops, cough, Mu Bai, did you have a good time yesterday?" Sikong Zheng raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Sigh, you're all too young. Knowing too much isn't good for you. I'll take you out to play sometime in the future," Dai Mubai said helplessly.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm going to the Soul Arena today too. Do you want to come?" Sikong Zheng said calmly.

"Ah, Brother Zheng, are you going today too? Anyway, the dean said that we should reach the Silver Soul Fighting level before graduation. I'm only level 21 now, and all my opponents have higher soul power than me. If I go, I'll just get beaten up. I plan to improve my strength first before participating in the Soul Fighting event. Xiao Ao, what about you?" Ma Hongjun said without hesitation.

"Yeah, Fatty thinks the same way. I'd better improve my strength first! I won't go to the Soul Arena for now. Xiao Zheng is strong, though, and should be the first among us to graduate," Oscar said, looking at Sikong Zheng.

"Uh, I have an appointment today, so I'm busy," Dai Mubai chuckled.

.....................

Phew, my main goal after graduation is the God of Slaughter Domain. After graduation, I will first register at the Plant Academy, and then go to the City of Slaughter.

Before that, however, I need to accumulate combat experience in the Soul Arena, trying my best not to use my Martial Soul, and forge my Immortal Body. This is to prepare for entering the City of Slaughter.

We must stop them from becoming gods before those two women from the Spirit Hall.

I can't lie here any longer. If I do, I'll really be ruined. If I enter the City of Slaughter in this state, I won't be able to use my soul skills and I'll definitely die inside.

But before that, let's take a nap in bed. We'll talk about the Soul Arena tonight!

How could he prepare for the afternoon's training without being well-rested? He had already made an appointment with Zhao Wuji to be his sparring partner, and they could not use soul skills, but only soul power to practice together.

in the afternoon.

After conserving his energy, Sikong Zheng arrived at the agreed-upon location with Zhao Wuji, who was leisurely basking in the sun on a small, worn-out chair.

"Ahem, Vice Dean, why are you still sleeping? You're still young. If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old!" The shameless Sikong Zhengyi said righteously.

"Heh, you brat, you're actually lecturing me? I'll see what you're made of," Zhao Wuji said, his face turning red with embarrassment at Sikong Zheng's words.

"Alright, Vice Dean, I hope you can give it your all and let me know my weaknesses. Please give me your guidance," Sikong Zheng said earnestly, his hands clenched into fists as he stared intently at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji cracked his neck and swung his arms. "Alright, since you're asking, I'll give you some pointers and let me see your strength. You go first."

Sikong Zheng took a deep breath, tucked his toes in, gathered his soul power in his right arm, and used his calf to strike Zhao Wuji's chest.

"Too slow, but the strength is acceptable," Zhao Wuji said, dodging to the side and commenting leisurely.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng was full of openings. If Zhao Wuji wanted, he could kick Sikong Zheng in the abdomen to end the fight.

Sikong Zheng missed his punch and decisively turned around to kick Zhao Wuji in the head.

As a result, Zhao Wuji grabbed his ankle with one hand, swung him around half a circle, and slammed him to the ground.

Ah, this scene looks so familiar, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before? Just as he realized this, Sikong Zheng and Dadi gave each other a close hug.

Boom! A cloud of dust rose from the ground. Sikong Zheng was thrown around and felt his internal organs shake. His arm was also scraped and cut.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and said calmly:

"Although control-type Soul Masters generally don't need to engage in close combat like power-attack-type Soul Masters, mastering basic hand-to-hand combat skills can give control-type Soul Masters some buffer time when approached. Your attacks are too slow, not fast enough, and not ruthless enough. Your foundation is too weak; you haven't trained yourself properly at all, and you don't run a few laps around the academy every day."

Without arguing, Sikong Zheng quickly got up and ran out of the academy.

Sikong Zheng stopped running as soon as he left the academy, staring solemnly at the wound on his arm. The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a scab had already formed.

It seems that my mutated immortal body has extremely strong regenerative abilities, and it can be further developed. Perhaps the regenerative ability can be greatly enhanced, or perhaps it has other abilities as well?

Sikong Zheng ran around the academy countless times. Seeing that it was getting dark, he set off for Soto City to participate in the Soul Battle.

Upon arriving at the Great Arena, Sikong Zheng went to the service desk and requested a name change, pleading, "Please kill me."

"Sir, are you sure you want to change your name to 'Please Kill Me'? Isn't that a bit too arrogant? And your previous achievements will be canceled," the staff member said, looking at Sikong Zheng speechlessly.

"No need, this name is fine. Hurry up and arrange the battle for me!" Sikong Zheng said coolly, his hands in his pockets.

"Alright! You've been assigned to the Fourteenth Soul Arena. Please prepare yourself."

"Okay," Sikong Zheng turned and headed towards the Fourteenth Soul Arena.

The fourteenth Soul Arena has just finished a battle, and the audience sitting in the stands is completely excited, eagerly awaiting the next battle.

The host enthusiastically announced, "The next battle will feature the Black Crocodile Team, 'Please Kill Me,' uh," before pausing for a moment before continuing, "The next contestant's name is quite unique, so let's wait and see!"

"Hmm~ It's finally my turn," Sikong Zheng stretched and lazily walked towards the Soul Battle Platform.

At the same time, a one-eyed, burly man wearing an eyepatch walked out from the opposite side of the Soul Arena, exuding a fierce aura.

"Alright, now let me introduce the records of the two contestants. This is Black Crocodile, who has achieved a seven-game winning streak in our Soul Arena, and currently has a record of twenty-nine wins and ten losses. This contestant is saying 'Please kill me,' he's got a big mouth. Let's see how strong he is!" The host knew how to create highlights and get the audience excited.

"Black Crocodile, Black Crocodile, Black Crocodile, beat this brat to death!" The audience's emotions were overwhelmingly in favor of Black Crocodile.

The burly man looked at the skinny boy in front of him, licked his lips, and grinned menacingly, "Boy, since you're begging for death, then I'll grant your wish. Ironback Crocodile, possess me."

The burly man's body was covered in shimmering black scales, his fingers transformed into sharp claws, and a long crocodile tail extended from his rump, dragging across the ground. Three spirit rings rose from his body, a perfect configuration of yellow, yellow, and purple.

"First Soul Skill - Poisonous Breath," the one-eyed giant activated his first soul skill, spitting out a foul-smelling black water arrow that appeared to have corrosive properties.

Sikong Zheng appeared expressionless, but was actually secretly irritated. Thick trees rose from the ground and, under his control, formed a semi-circular barrier to protect him.

The black water jet shot into the tree, making a hissing sound. A small black hole was corroded in the trunk, but in the blink of an eye, the tree wriggled and repaired itself as if the black hole had never existed.

"What? My first soul skill was ineffective? This is clearly just a tree, yet it was able to block my poisonous breath. What the hell is this thing?" The one-eyed, burly man found it hard to believe.

The one-eyed giant secretly hardened his heart, and his purple spirit rings lit up. "Third spirit skill - Death Diamond Drill".

The crocodile's tail on its back suddenly swelled up, becoming even darker and thicker. No longer limply dragging on the ground, it suddenly stood up high, leaped into the air, flipped 360 degrees, and slammed the crocodile's tail into the tree wall, roaring, "Kid, I'll stab you to death!"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Zheng's lips twitched, and he felt a chill run down his spine.