Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

The other seven died in the melee. By the time the last three realized something was wrong and tried to attack Sikong Zheng, it was too late. The seemingly weak Sikong Zheng won his first battle in the killing field.

As expected, Sikong Zheng was ambushed after the event, but unfortunately, he was still in peak condition and only suffered some minor injuries before easily defeating his enemy.

one year later.

Sikong Zheng sat cross-legged in his room, a bluish-green domain surrounding his body. Of course, this wasn't to refine the killing intent; his goal was to obtain the Killing God Domain, not to erase the killing intent.

In one year, Sikong Zheng only experienced thirty-three battles.

Compared to the original novel, Tang San experienced sixty-seven battles in one year. This is only half the number of battles Tang San fought.

When Sikong Zheng participated in more than twenty rounds in the Hell Slaughter Arena, he gradually realized that something was wrong. He felt that he was extremely irritable. Although his killing intent was soaring, he was also more violent and was about to lose his mind.

As Sikong Zheng continued to win, his opponents gradually became stronger, and he did not have Tang San's many hidden weapon techniques.

Although he possesses the powerful regenerative abilities of an immortal body, allowing his injuries to heal instantly and making him unafraid of being overwhelmed by repeated attacks, he ultimately cannot use his soul skills, leaving him with too few means of killing.

Although he could unleash the Divine Tree Domain, thereby becoming unrestrained and wreaking havoc in the hellish killing field.

The result of doing this is that the King of Slaughter will definitely invite him for tea and then kill him.

The soul bone in the right arm cannot be easily exposed in the City of Slaughter, otherwise the crowd will rise up and attack, kill and seize the bone, leaving no place for burial.

The Sage Body gave him powerful physical energy, not the spiritual energy represented by the Sharingan.

At first, Sikong Zheng participated in the battle frantically. Fueled by the Slaughter City, his murderous aura surged wildly, almost causing him to collapse and nearly go insane.

However, he lacked Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong internal energy to ward off evil, and he also lacked the skull's blessing, so he could only slow down his pace.

"Alas, a miscalculation," Sikong Zheng sighed.

He was too optimistic. He couldn't resist the murderous aura with just a strong will. Only when he braved the road to hell could he truly be fearless.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng secretly released the Divine Tree Domain in his room, isolating the small world and cultivating the transformation into wood.

To be precise, it's not woodification, but a weakened version of woodification.

He developed a wood-like substance that enhanced the inner layer of his skin, making it impossible for anyone to detect that he was using a soul skill, and he appeared no different from an ordinary person.

Once activated, it greatly enhances physical strength. Combined with the self-healing properties of the immortal body, it can easily suppress enemies in the hellish killing field with a flick of the wrist.

It is far less powerful than wood transformation, but it is enough. This technique is a weakened version that Sikong Zheng specifically used to overcome the Hundred Victories in the Killing Field.

Sikong Zheng is still figuring things out; once he succeeds, he will surely unleash another massacre.

Activating the Divine Tree Domain can also have a calming effect, easing his restless heart.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy...

After being selected by Soul Emperor Li Yusong.

Ning Rongrong entered Shrek Academy at the age of twelve, despite being a Level 26 Auxiliary Soul Master, thanks to her identity as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Tang San and Xiao Wu are both twelve years old and at level twenty-nine.

Zhu Zhuqing will be twelve years old in a month, and is a level 27 agility-attack type battle spirit master.

The following day, as Ning Rongrong's true nature was gradually revealed, she was reprimanded by Flander:

"Don't think you can be arrogant just because you're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. In my eyes, any student here is better than you."

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and said fiercely:

"You're talking nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense? Then tell me, who are you better than here?" Flander said dismissively.

Flander pointed at Dai Mubai: "He's fifteen years old this year, his martial soul is the White Tiger, and he's a combat-type soul master. He was born with double pupils. He's level thirty-seven. He possesses two hundred-year soul rings and one thousand-year soul ring. Not counting that guy, he's the youngest student in Shrek Academy's history to reach level thirty, the Soul Grandmaster. He reached Soul Grandmaster at only thirteen years old."

"That guy? Who is that guy?" Tang San keenly caught the key words and wondered to himself.

"Tang San and Xiao Wu, at only twelve years old, have already reached the level of a level twenty-nine Great Soul Master."

Then the focus shifted to Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing:

"Ma Hongjun, few can compare to his martial spirit. Oscar has innate full spirit power. Zhu Zhuqing, her spirit power is similar to yours, and she also has a persistent heart. Not to mention that guy from our academy, one of your seniors. Who do you compare to?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong turned pale, burst into tears, and ran back to her dormitory.

After Ning Rongrong ran away, Tang San could no longer suppress his curiosity.

Tang San asked in confusion:

"Dean, who exactly is that guy?"

Flander turned his head and, hearing Tang San talk about it, said with great interest:

"That's your senior, and he can also be considered half of my personal disciples. Mu Bai, you tell them that."

Flanders said this with great pride.

Dai Mubai shook his head and smiled wryly:

"That guy was in the same year as me, but he graduated a long time ago, as Xiao Ao and Fatty know. His name is Sikong Zheng, and he reached the Soul Master level at the age of eleven. He is the undisputed number one in our academy."

"Sikong Zheng?" Tang San and Xiao Wu exclaimed in unison.

Ma Hongjun touched his large belly and said in surprise:

"What? Do you guys know Brother Zheng?"

Tang San and Xiao Wu both had strange looks in their eyes.

Xiao Wu slightly raised her head, her eyes revealing disdain:

"Of course I know Sikong Zheng. He used to be my underling! But he's very weak. He can't even beat me, let alone Xiao San. He's no match for Xiao San at all."

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San with the pride of a big sister.

Sikong Zheng was once only a level 20+ Great Soul Master. His two Soul Skills were not powerful enough, and his Immortal Body was not fully awakened.

In addition, he was very decadent at that time, compared to Tang San's diligence. He slept in late every day and avoided trouble, leaving a very bad impression on Xiao Wu.

In Tang San's mind, Sikong Zheng was good for nothing, even though he slept all day and his soul power was still increasing automatically.

Tang San even asked his teacher why this was the case. The master was equally puzzled, but concluded that his soul power was inflated and had exhausted his potential. It was not something he had acquired through hard work, and he might have limited achievements in his lifetime, estimating that he might not even reach the Soul Saint level in the future.

After hearing Tang San's revelations, Flander frowned deeply:

"What? Are you sure your teacher, Xiaogang, said that?"

Tang San nodded calmly:

"My teacher has never been wrong, and I trust him. After all, my abilities are a result of his teaching."

Flander knew that under the master's tutelage, Tang San's strength had given Zhao Wuji a hard time.

"Sigh, I didn't expect it to be like this. What a pity." Flander shook his head regretfully.

Flander, of course, believed Yu Xiaogang's words without a doubt. Yu Xiaogang was a close friend to whom he had entrusted his life, and he believed that Yu Xiaogang's theory was indeed authoritative.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai listened to Xiao Wu and the others' conversation, but they were completely confused. They could only understand one thing.

It turns out that Sikong Zheng had overdrawn his resources and had exhausted his potential.

"Achoo, achoo," Sikong Zheng, who was in the killing city, sneezed twice in a row. He touched his nose, shook his head, and thought it was just the chill brought by the killing aura.

In the hellish killing arena, ten figures slowly entered. All ten were enveloped in black mist, their blood-red eyes like those of hungry wolves, glaring coldly at the other competitors.

Sikong Zheng was among them.

Sikong Zheng stopped competing after participating in more than 30 matches because he could no longer use his soul skills, and his combat ability was not strong enough.

As the number of matches increased and the opponents grew stronger, Sikong Zheng gradually felt his strength waning. If he were to suffer an unexpected defeat, he would lose everything.

So they decisively stopped, focused on further development, and finally, the weakened version of the wood-based system was perfected.

Sikong Zheng dared not openly use his domain, and therefore could not use powerful soul skills.

He chose to create a domain in the room beforehand, thereby using a weakened version of the Wood Transformation skill. There was no change on the surface, and no one could tell that he had used a soul skill.

Sikong Zheng clenched his fist lightly, feeling the explosive power in his body. Hmm.

He chuckled softly, giving the nine people in the killing field an extremely sinister look.

Ah, that scoundrel Sikong Zheng, I can't take this anymore.

Without further hesitation, Sikong Zheng made the first move, lunging at a voluptuous woman on his left with a sharp aura and wild, evil eyes.