Douluo Dragon King: Martial Soul Bow, I pierce the abyss with a single arrow!

Big sun, soul skills.

Lu Ze reconstructs his memories.

The first great sun vanished instantly, as if plunged into darkness. The second great sun flickered faintly, and space itself seemed to shimmer? The third crack was in the earth itself.

Lu Ze seemed to know what those three whispers were about.

heian, kongjian, chentu.

Darkness, space, dust.

Three attributes!

Three completely different elemental powers were superimposed on his soul skills, layer by layer.

The first soul skill grants the concealment and shadow of darkness, the second soul skill connects space with darkness, and the third soul skill adds an earth array on top of that.

It's just unknown whether the effect of the third soul skill will have the same effect as the subsequent soul skills.

call--

Lu Ze looked at the Sun-Shooting Bow in his hand and thought to himself, "Awesome!"

Therefore, the reason why the sun was pierced in different ways was not because of the sun itself, but because of the arrows?

Lu Ze sensed something was amiss, but didn't delve into it. Continuing to think about it would just be pure speculation, which was pointless.

After a brief chat with Cang Heng, Lu Ze bid farewell to his teacher and returned to his dormitory to wait for the next day.

Meanwhile, in Donghai Park, two boys were wrestling, one holding a dagger and the other surrounded by vines.

It's unclear how much time passed before it ended with a flash of golden light.

……

Classes started the next day.

Today, Wu Changkong wore a pair of gray, black, and white checkered pants and a white shirt. It was a simple outfit, but it perfectly accentuated his slender figure.

"Classes officially begin today. I will be responsible for most of your courses."

"Everyone stand up."

All trainees quickly stood up.

"Follow me." Wu Changkong turned around and took the lead, putting his hands in his pockets as he left.

The trainees followed him in a swarm. Although there was no queue and it looked chaotic, no one dared to speak.

The aloof and arrogant male god dances in the sky, his fame resounding.

Everyone came to the playground.

His dark green eyes swept over the chaotic students, and Wu Changkong said in a deep voice, "Two people in a row, everyone stand still!"

In the oppressive atmosphere, the trainees quickly lined up in pairs.

Wu Changkong said in a deep voice, "Today's first lesson is to demonstrate your strength. We'll start with a real battle shortly, and I'll be the referee. It will be a single-elimination tournament. Let me see your abilities."

A female student timidly raised her hand and asked, "Teacher Wu, I'm a support-type Soul Master, do I also need to participate in combat?"

"Why not? If you tell your enemy on the battlefield that you're a support Soul Master, will they stop killing you?"

Wu Changkong's icy voice carried a reprimand: "Quite the opposite! I can tell you with certainty that the first to be killed on the battlefield are you support Soul Masters!"

"You can't rely entirely on your teammates for protection."

"You must take control of your own life."

Lu Ze felt that Wu Changkong was a bit too Tang Dynasty-esque.

Indeed, support characters are prioritized for elimination on the battlefield, but low-level characters are essentially useless in combat.

What? You're saying that duels can also train survival skills?

With only one soul skill, you can only use it once against a battle soul master. What can you possibly learn from that?

Training evasion skills is better than two support-type characters fighting each other.

Wu Changkong had no idea what Lu Ze was thinking. He casually pointed at Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi.

"It starts with you."

The two exchanged a glance. Zhou Changxi was very excited. He had been holding a grudge about being knocked away by Tang Wulin's punch, believing that he had been careless.

He's a mighty ape, how could he lose to Blue Silver Grass in strength? Great, now I can fight back fair and square.

"Come on, let's have a strength contest. I definitely won't lose to you this time!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Changkong added, "There are no rules in a battle; you can use any means to defeat your opponent."

"start!"

A white spirit ring rose beneath his feet, and Zhou Changxi roared, instantly swelling to a size larger. His massive muscles strained against his school uniform.

A small brown monkey jumped out from his shoulder; it was clearly his spirit.

First Soul Skill: Power Amplification!

Zhou Changxi strode forward, exuding an imposing aura, and reached out his hands towards Tang Wulin's shoulders.

Tang Wulin was an honest man, so he didn't use Blue Silver Grass and fought him with both fists.

It's really just a contest of strength.

boom!

Zhou Changxi was forced back by the blow. Tang Wulin's offensive continued unabated, closing in and unleashing another punch.

Before he could even regain his footing, Zhou Changxi gritted his teeth and threw a punch. But it was no use, and he was eventually knocked to the ground.

"Stop!" Wu Changkong shouted coldly, pointing at Zhou Changxi. "You're out."

Then he looked at Tang Wulin.

Why don't you use your martial soul?

"He said he wanted to compete with me in strength." Tang Wulin scratched his head.

Wu Changkong frowned and uttered his famous line: "If he asked you to eat shit, would you eat it?"

"You've advanced. See you in the next match."

Would you eat shit if he offered it to you?

It's a timeless classic.

Next, apart from Xie Xie's battles, which were barely passable and relied on numerical superiority, the rest were truly appalling.

There was also a classic scene of two support-type weapon spirit masters fighting each other.

Wu Changkong saw this and frowned.

He knew Class 5 was bad, but he didn't expect them to be this bad. Although he said he would teach Class 5 well, judging from the situation, it really seems difficult!

Is he really going to train Class 5 to the point where they can defeat Class 1?

"Sir, this is too difficult; he's just bragging."

In fact, dancing in the sky wasn't difficult at all. In Lu Ze's opinion, this so-called promotion competition was completely inexplicable.

It concerned the honor of an entire class, yet only a few people needed to participate. Especially the participants from Class 5 later on.

Tang Wulin's combat power mainly relies on the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, whether it is the golden scales, the tough blue silver grass, or the golden dragon claw that ultimately decides the outcome.

Xie Xie was the only one among the new students to possess twin martial souls, and later became one of only four two-ring soul masters.

Gu Yue, you can't criticize this, it's a pure cheat.

The improvement in strength of the three people has little to do with Wu Changkong, except that Xie Xie might not be able to break through level 20 without pressure.

It's still the same Shrek Academy-style strategy of selecting the best.

This promotion tournament is purely a prelude to giving Tang Wulin and Wu Changkong a chance to shine.

Wu Changkong is indeed responsible and capable, but unfortunately, this is not evident at all in the original work.

The author was only thinking about cheating when writing this.

The one-on-one duels continued, with Tang Wulin winning every match until he finally defeated Xie Xie.

At this point, all the students have finished their matches.

Tang Wulin, as the winner, first turned his attention to Lu Ze, who was watching from the sidelines, eager to try his luck.

From the moment Tang Wulin recognized Lu Ze as his older brother from back then, he wanted to fight him. Today, that dream is finally about to come!

At the same time, Wu Changkong's dark green pupils shifted to Lu Ze, "Lu Ze, next, you fight me."

Tang Wulin: Hmm?

Lu Ze: "Okay."

Wu Changkong continued, "I will suppress my soul power to level 31, without using any soul skills or soul power protection."

Lu Ze nodded, let out a long breath, and slowly walked up to Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong then produced a wooden stick from somewhere and used it as a sword. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the surrounding students.

"Your martial spirit is a bow, and this entire area is a battlefield."

In close combat against ranged combat, it's impossible to get right in front of the enemy at the start; the original arena was too small.

"Teacher, are you sure?" Lu Ze asked with a smile.

Wu Changkong looked at Lu Ze and chuckled, "You are very arrogant."

He walked to one end of the arena, releasing a powerful aura.

"Then let me see what you have to offer."

Wu Changkong held the wooden stick upright in front of him, his gaze cold.

I hope you won't let me down.

The long staff was used as a sword, reflecting a single point of cold light.