Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul is Black Kite, the Herrscher of Knowledge

Fu Li didn't wait long in Yu Zhen's office.

About ten minutes later, the office door was pushed open, and a tall, slender figure walked in.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with long, dark blue hair casually draped over his shoulders, and a cold, stern face, as if he were made of ice.

His eyes were a deep blue, his gaze indifferent, as if he cared nothing for anything in the world.

Wearing a well-tailored white teacher's uniform, with a badge on his chest indicating that he was a teacher at Donghai Academy, his aloof demeanor made him stand out from the ordinary academy.

Dancing in the sky.

Fu Li knew at a glance that this person was no ordinary person.

It wasn't because of any strong soul power fluctuations emanating from him; Wu Changkong concealed his aura very well.

It's that kind of temperament, that aloofness that comes from the bone, that can't be faked by ordinary people.

Based on the many people Fu Li has met, people with this special temperament are either geniuses or idiots.

Fu Li felt that the other party was more inclined towards the latter.

"What do you want?"

Wu Changkong glanced at the three people in the office, his gaze lingering on Fu Li for less than half a second before moving away.

Yu Zhen's lips twitched, but he still patiently introduced, "Teacher Wu, this is Fu Li, a freshman this year. He wants... wants to choose a teacher who suits him, so..."

"unnecessary."

Wu Changkong turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Fu Li said.

Wu Changkong stopped and glanced back at him, his eyes still cold.

Fu Li smiled slightly and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Teacher Wu, I heard from the dean that you are the most capable teacher at Donghai Academy. I'm a practical person; who I learn from isn't important, what matters is whether the teacher has real skills. Since you refuse so readily, it seems you think you lack the ability?"

The office fell silent for a moment.

Yu Zhen's face turned pale.

My little darling, do you know who you're talking to? This is someone who dares to talk back to even me!

Long Hengxu also gasped and subconsciously took half a step back.

However, to everyone's surprise, Wu Changkong did not get angry.

He simply looked at Fu Li quietly, and there seemed to be something new in his icy blue eyes.

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Fu Li shook his head. "I'm just stating the facts. I can sense the sword intent emanating from you. As a swordsman, if you're so restrained, what else could you be but a piece of trash?"

Wu Changkong was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What level are you?"

"Level 26."

Wu Changkong nodded and turned to face Fu Li: "I can give you a chance. Beat me, and I'll let you join my class."

Yu Zhen quickly interjected, "Teacher Wu, he's still just a child..."

"I know," Wu Changkong said calmly. "I will suppress my soul power to the same level as his. At level twenty-six, I will only use the soul skills from the first two soul rings."

He looked at Fu Li: "Dare you?"

Fu Li smiled.

"I couldn't have gotten it."

He didn't necessarily want to join a particular class; he just wanted to spar with Wu Changkong.

From the moment they met, he knew that this was a powerful swordsman, and he wanted to use the other's sword to hone his own.

As for joining his class, if he has the ability, that's fine too.

Yu Zhen and Long Hengxu looked at each other, and finally Yu Zhen sighed: "Let's go to the training ground, don't tear down the office."

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The training ground of Donghai Academy is located behind the administration building. It is a standard one-on-one arena, protected by a soul guide shield that can withstand the full output of soul masters below the sixth ring.

Wu Changkong stood at one end of the field, a long sword in his hand.

The sword was entirely silver-white, with a long, slender blade that exuded a faint chill; it was none other than his martial spirit, the Heavenly Frost Sword.

However, this is not his true martial spirit, but a replica made using the cold energy of the Heavenly Frost Sword; it is identical in appearance only.

Fu Li also took out his own sword—the spirit-forged alloy longsword.

He did not resort to the tactic of killing with too much talk.

It's just a friendly spar; using divine weapons to bully others is pointless.

"Ready?" Wu Changkong's voice remained indifferent.

Fu Li nodded, holding the sword in his left hand in front and his right hand holding it diagonally behind him.

Qi Jian · Wan Yue.

Wu Changkong's gaze shifted slightly.

This starting stance... is quite interesting.

"bring it on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Changkong moved.

He suppressed his soul power to level 26, but his movement speed did not decrease much.

With a single thrust, the sword struck at a tricky angle, aiming straight for Fu Li's shoulder.

This sword strike may seem simple, but it contains many variations.

Fu Li did not back down.

The longsword slashed upwards, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth rose from below, like upright bamboo—

Guardian Sword - Resilient Bamboo!

"clang--"

The two swords clashed, sparks flying.

Wu Changkong felt as if his sword had struck a wall, and the rebounding force made his wrist tremble slightly.

Not bad.

He nodded to himself, but his hands didn't stop.

The sword's stance changed, shifting from a thrust to a slash, with an even more cunning angle.

Fu Li reacted extremely quickly, flicking his wrist to transform hardness into softness, making the sword seem as if it were nothing, thus deflecting Wu Changkong's sword momentum.

Transformation into a Sword - Swift.

This move emphasizes agility and speed, like a swift swallow skimming the water, light and precise.

Wu Changkong's eyes finally became more serious.

He unleashed seven consecutive sword strikes, each one faster and more ruthless than the last.

Fu Li accepted each attack, alternating between Guardian Sword - Pure Lotus and Transformation Sword - Vine Sparrow, his figure moving amidst the sword light, showing no sign of being at a disadvantage.

On the sidelines, Yu Zhen watched in stunned silence.

"This...this kid is really only level 26?"

Long Hengxu's eyes widened as well: "His swordsmanship... I've never seen this style before, and he clearly didn't use any soul skills."

Wu Changkong stopped his attack.

He stood in the center of the field, looking at Fu Li. The indifference in his eyes faded somewhat, replaced by a scrutinizing gaze.

"Who taught you your swordsmanship?"

"My martial spirit," Fu Li answered truthfully.

Martial soul?

Wu Changkong frowned slightly, but did not ask any further questions.

"Continue," he said.

This time, he took the initiative and was even faster than before.

Fu Li took a deep breath, his longsword trembled, and a faint black mist swirled around him, transforming into a black eagle as he charged forward.

Transformation Sword - Black Falcon!

The two swords clashed again, and this time the collision was even more intense.

Wu Changkong sensed a strange power attached to Fu Li's sword. It wasn't soul power, but rather spiritual power, though it seemed somewhat subtle...

The black mist that had transformed into a falcon seemed to come alive, bypassing his sword and rushing straight at his face.

Wu Changkong dodged to the side, but Fu Li's sword had already caught up.

Sword Awakening - Severing the Sea!

The sword energy surged like waves, one after another, seemingly without end.

Wu Changkong had no choice but to take a half step back.

It's just this half step.

A glint flashed in Fu Li's eyes, and he abruptly withdrew his longsword, only to thrust it out again in an instant.

Sword Strike - Instant Dust!

This sword strike was incredibly fast.

Wu Changkong's pupils contracted slightly as he raised his sword to parry.

"clang--!"

The immense impact jolted his arm, and he involuntarily took another half step back.

He looked down and saw a thin crack on his sword.

Wu Changkong raised his head and looked at Fu Li opposite him.

The gray-haired, black-eyed boy stood holding a sword, his breathing steady, his eyes clear.

His fierce attacks just now didn't seem to have expended much energy.

What Wu Changkong didn't know was that this was the terrifying aspect of the Taixu Sword Qi—when Fu Li released her sword skills, she directly drew upon the primordial energy of heaven and earth, consuming almost no energy at all.

"You are very strong," Wu Changkong suddenly said.

Fu Li was taken aback, not expecting this cold-faced teacher to take the initiative to praise someone.

"However," Wu Changkong changed the subject, "there is a problem with your swordsmanship."

"What's the problem?"

"You're being too restrained."