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

Fu Li stood alone in the empty training ground, bent down to pick up the sword, and wiped the dust off it.

What should my sword be like?

he does not know.

But at least, he knew the direction.

It was already dark when I got back to the dormitory.

After taking a shower, Fu Li lay on the bed and opened "An Initial Understanding of Sword Intent" again.

"The essence of swordsmanship lies in sincerity. Sincerity towards the sword, sincerity towards oneself, sincerity towards the enemy."

He stared at the words for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Ah Ji, what do you think my sword is like?"

Ah Ji poked her head out of his arms and yawned: "Your sword? I don't have your sword yet, only the shape of the Tai Xu Sword."

"Then how can I find my own sword?"

Ah Ji tilted his head: "Don't you already know that yourself? Be true to the sword, be true to yourself. How can you find your sword if you don't even know what kind of person you are?"

Fu Li was silent for a moment: "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Well..." Ah Ji thought for a moment, "You're a good child. Obedient, sensible, and you don't cause trouble for others. But these aren't you; you're just pretending."

Fu Li did not refute.

"Think back to when you were in Mingdu, why did you pretend like that?"

"Because I don't want my family to worry."

"And now? Your dad kicked you out, your mom's not around, and your brother and sister can't control you. Who are you trying to fool?"

Fu Li was taken aback.

Yeah, who are you trying to impress?

"That's why," Ah Ji snuggled back into his arms, her voice muffled, "You need to figure out who you are before you think about the sword. Go to sleep, go to sleep, we have class tomorrow, I'm tired even if you're not..."

Fu Li turned off the light and lay down in the darkness.

Outside the window, a few stars shone in the night sky over Donghai City. By the moonlight, he gazed at the vast night sky.

He remembered what Wu Changkong had said.

"Your sword is someone else's sword."

Then I remembered what Ah-Ji said.

"You don't even know what kind of person you are."

He closed his eyes.

Yes, if you wear a mask for too long, you'll forget who you are.

Too much talk leads to death...

The extension of consciousness...

He recalled how he felt back then, holding onto his former self who believed that too much talk could lead to death.

In Mingdu, he was cautious in his words and actions, but here, his father was the Speaker of the House of Representatives, who held the highest power in the Federation and was an undisputed powerful figure from outside the country.

His uncle was the commander of the East Sea Army Corps, making him an absolute local tyrant in the Tianhai Alliance.

Why should he have to endure it?

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The next day, when Wu Changkong walked into the classroom of Class 5, Grade 1, wearing his signature blue outfit, the previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

The first day consisted of theoretical classes, so in reality, today should be his first time attending a class.

He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Fu Li.

"Fu Li, from now on you will be the class monitor of Class 5. When I'm not around, please keep an eye on things for me."

Fu Li paused for a moment, but immediately answered loudly, "Yes!"

"Teacher, I'm not convinced! Why is he the class monitor? Shouldn't it be a fair competition?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a troublemaker jumped out.

Wu Changkong looked over and saw that the speaker was a burly young man with a fierce expression.

But before he could speak, a voice interrupted him.

"What? You're not happy? If you're not happy, then shut up! Who do you think you are, what right do you have to spout nonsense here?"

Seeing Fu Li's arrogant behavior, Wu Changkong swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He didn't feel anything about Fu Li's "disunity with classmates" behavior. Not to mention that this was his arrangement, how could he let a student have a say?

His own experience alone made him realize that the essence of this world is still that strength reigns supreme.

Of all the students in Class 5, Fu Li was the only one who caught his eye.

Fu Li's performance surprised him, because he was clearly different today than yesterday.

He even began to suspect that Fu Li had been replaced, given the significant change.

However, he felt this was a good thing. After all, Fu Li was changing, and he didn't know what she would look like in the end, but it would definitely benefit his cultivation.

That's enough.

"Aside from some theoretical classes, I will personally teach most of your classes," Wu Changkong said simply.

"Alright, everyone, assemble on the playground."

Wu Changkong is still the same Wu Changkong, concise and to the point, leaving no room for doubt.

The sun was shining brightly on the playground.

The students in Class 5 stood in two scattered rows. They were all freshmen and naturally didn't have any concept of queuing, so it looked a bit chaotic.

However, faced with Wu Changkong's powerful aura, no one dared to make a loud noise.

Although Fu Li was the class monitor, he was not familiar with most of the people, and the others might not obey his orders, so he simply did not form a team.

Wu Changkong stood before the crowd. He didn't rush to begin the lesson, but instead said in a deep voice, "Today's first lesson is practical combat. Let me see your strength. You will be paired up later, and I will act as the referee. It will be a single-elimination tournament."

After briefly explaining the rules, a girl raised her hand: "Teacher, I'm a support-type Soul Master, do I still need to participate?"

"Regardless of what kind of Soul Master you are, everyone is equal and must participate." Wu Changkong glanced at her coldly. "Do you think the enemy will refrain from attacking you on the battlefield just because you're a support-type Soul Master?"

The girl was speechless after Wu Changkong's words. She covered her face and lowered her head, looking like she was crying.

"Pfft—"

"Ah Ji, what are you laughing at?" Fu Li asked in her mind, her expression unchanged.

"Don't you think Wu Changkong's words are a bit sophistry?"

How do you know?

"On the battlefield, if the enemy can directly attack your support units, then you deserve to lose."

Fu Li: ...

What to do? He suddenly felt that what Ah-Ji said made a lot of sense.

Fortunately, Wu Changkong came to his rescue immediately, pointing a finger at Fu Li.

"Fu Li, as the class monitor, you should set an example for everyone. As for the opponents..."

He glanced at the side of the line: "Lu Renjia, step forward."

Lu Renjia is the troublemaker who just spoke out against it.

Seeing that Wu Changkong had chosen him, he became excited and immediately looked at Fu Li with a provocative gaze.

Fu Li remained silent, while Wu Changkong directed the other students to form a circle around him.

"Initially, there are no rules. As long as you can defeat your opponent, any means are allowed," Wu Changkong said calmly.

"Come on, pretty boy, today I'll show you that not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be class monitor!"

As soon as Lu Renjia stood still, he uttered provocative words.

Fu Li looked at the other person with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot and chuckled, "Whether or not you can be the class monitor will naturally be proven by your performance."

As he spoke, two spirit rings rose up from beneath his feet.

One, two, a full two purple spirit rings!