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

Lu Renjia's pupils suddenly contracted.

Two purple spirit rings? How is that possible?

Not only Lu Renjia, but all the students from Class 5 who were watching were stunned.

Xu Xiaoyan covered her mouth, Tang Wulin's eyes widened, and even several classmates who were originally indifferent straightened up.

Purple, a thousand-year-old soul ring.

How could someone their age have two thousand-year soul rings?

How is that possible? How could someone of that caliber come to Class 5?

But the facts are right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe.

"Tch, I'd like to see if you're all talk and no action." Lu Renjia quickly came to his senses, snorted coldly, and a white ten-year spirit ring lit up on his body.

Although he was already having second thoughts, he had already made those tough statements, so admitting defeat now would be incredibly humiliating.

Ten-year soul rings—that's the normal setup for Class 5.

"Enough with the nonsense." Fu Li held the spirit-forged alloy longsword in his hand, not resorting to words that could kill.

He felt that the sword was unnecessary to deal with such an opponent, and even this sword was somewhat of a waste.

A wooden sword is enough.

"what!"

Lu Renjia roared and activated his martial spirit—his body swelled up, and rock-like patterns appeared on his skin.

Beast Soul Stone Armor Bear, a strength-type battle soul master.

As his first spirit ring lit up, he charged towards Fu Li like a giant rock.

It was fast and powerful. If it were an ordinary Soul Master, being hit by this would probably send them flying off the field.

This is also what gives him the audacity to act recklessly.

But Fu Li is not an ordinary Soul Master.

He didn't even move a step, but merely turned slightly to the side, his longsword sweeping upwards—

Qi Jian · Duan Hai.

The sword energy surged forth like a tidal wave, not aimed at Lu Renjia, but at the ground in front of him.

"boom--"

Debris flew everywhere, and Lu Renjia was jolted off his feet by the shockwave, his momentum abruptly interrupted.

Before he could regain his balance, he felt a chill on his neck.

Fu Li's sword was already at his neck.

"You've lost. Step down."

The entire room fell silent.

From the moment Lu Renjia charged forward to the moment the sword was at his neck, only three seconds had passed.

Three seconds, one sword strike, and the outcome is decided.

"No...impossible..." Lu Renjia's face turned ashen. He wanted to say that Fu Li had attacked him, that he wasn't ready, but when he met Fu Li's calm eyes, all the words stuck in his throat.

The chill hidden in that calm gaze sent shivers down his spine.

He had no doubt that if he continued to be stubborn, the other party would really dare to cut him.

"Get down." Wu Changkong's voice came from the side, devoid of any emotion.

Lu Renjia gritted his teeth, turned around and walked back to the group, his previous imposing manner completely gone.

Wu Changkong glanced at Fu Li, offered no comment, and simply said, "Next."

But his heart was already in turmoil, because he saw killing intent in Fu Li's eyes. Although it was well hidden and not directed at Lu Renjia or anyone else, he still sensed it.

This proves that he really did kill people, but he hid it very well before, which is why I didn't find out.

Now, under his guidance, is Fu Li no longer pretending and thus revealing his murderous intent?

Wu Changkong was surprised and couldn't help but glance at Fu Li a few more times.

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Fu Li stood by and watched the battle that followed.

The second match was a duel between two power-type Soul Masters. The fight was evenly matched, but the skill level was average.

Wu Changkong finished reading without expression and only said, "None of them will work."

The third match was a contest between an agility-based attacker and a control-based attacker.

The agility-based attack type is very fast, but the control-type soul master uses the characteristics of the martial soul to advance step by step, and finally wins by a narrow margin.

"Too slow to react." Wu Changkong's assessment remained brief.

In the fourth match, it was Tang Wulin's turn to take the stage.

His opponent was a tall, thin boy whose martial spirit was a long staff, and he was also at level eleven.

The two were evenly matched and the fight was quite close.

Although Tang Wulin was powerful, his opponent was clearly very cautious. Even after confirming that Tang Wulin's martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, the opponent did not rashly engage in close combat.

Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass kept sprouting from the ground, wrapping around his opponent's ankles.

The tall, thin boy reacted quickly, sweeping his long staff to scatter the Blue Silver Grass. However, the Blue Silver Grass had the advantage of sheer numbers; as soon as one wave was scattered, another wave swarmed in.

After a few rounds, the tall, thin boy's feet got tangled in the blue silver grass, and he stumbled.

Tang Wulin seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and punched him in the chest.

The tall, thin boy took two steps back and plopped down on the ground.

"I...I lost."

Tang Wulin, panting heavily, smiled and subconsciously looked at Fu Li.

Fu Li nodded to him.

Well played.

Wu Changkong looked at Tang Wulin, remained silent for two seconds, and then gave a longer evaluation than before: "Your soul power is too low, your control is acceptable, but the Blue Silver Grass itself is too weak. However, your strength is very strong, so it is worth developing further."

Tang Wulin's smile froze for a moment, but he still nodded seriously: "I understand, thank you, teacher."

Fifth scene, Xu Xiaoyan.

She walked timidly to the center of the field, where her opponent was a tall girl.

"I...I give up..." Xu Xiaoyan's voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Okay, you can come down now," Wu Changkong said directly.

Xu Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong said coldly, "I don't blame you for admitting defeat today. But starting tomorrow, you need to learn how to fight. Even delaying for just one second can change the course of the battle."

Xu Xiaoyan bit her lip, her eyes were a little red, but in the end she still walked back to the line with her head down, tears welling up in her eyes.

Fu Li looked at her and remembered what Aji had said yesterday.

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

The girl also seemed a little confused.

However, Fu Li wouldn't bother with her. She hadn't even taken care of her own affairs, so she shouldn't meddle in other people's business.

After all the battles were over, Wu Changkong stood at the front of the group, scanning each student.

Fu Li only participated in the first match and did not participate in the subsequent matches. Wu Changkong did not arrange any matches for her either.

However, his opponent, Lu Renjia, still managed to get fourth place, proving that he was indeed quite capable in Class 5.

Tang Wulin, however, unexpectedly secured second place by using his hidden flying hammer attack.

"I'll only talk about three things in today's lesson."

"First, Fu Li will be the class monitor from now on. His orders are my orders. If anyone has any objections, they can come to me. Of course, whoever can defeat him will become the new class monitor. You are welcome to challenge him."

No one uttered a sound. The battle just now had already spoken enough.

"Secondly, starting tomorrow, we will add an hour of physical training every afternoon."

Several students looked distressed, but no one dared to object.

"Third—" Wu Changkong's gaze fell on Fu Li, "You used that ordinary sword today."

Fu Li nodded.

"Why not switch to that one?"

Fu Li knew that Wu Changkong meant "too much talk leads to death." He answered without hesitation, "He is not worthy, and my sword does not kill the old and weak."

Wu Changkong stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly his lips twitched slightly—that was probably the closest he came to a "smile" in front of the students of Class 5.

"Very good, remember what you said today."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the whole class looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What? That one, this one?" someone muttered quietly.

"I don't know, maybe it refers to his martial spirit."

"What exactly is his martial soul? Two purple spirit rings, that's terrifying..."

Tang Wulin sidled up to Fu Li, his eyes shining: "Brother Fu Li, you were amazing just now!"

Fu Li sheathed his sword and casually said, "It's nothing, he's too weak."

"Pfft—" A classmate next to me almost choked on his saliva.

Lu Renjia ultimately came in fourth place, yet he was criticized for being "too weak"...

But thinking about that battle that ended in just three seconds, it seems there's really no way to refute it.

Xu Xiaoyan walked past Fu Li with her head down, her steps very light, as if she didn't want to be noticed.

Fu Li glanced at her but didn't say anything.

On the way back to the classroom, Aji peeked out from Fu Li's arms and whispered, "You were pretty arrogant today."

"Didn't you want me to learn from you?" Fu Li retorted.

Ah Ji paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Yes, yes, that's it! Keep it up! This immortal has high hopes for you!"

Fu Li didn't reply, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Is it crazy?

Maybe.