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

The atmosphere on the playground froze.

All the trainees held their breath, staring intently at the two people in the arena, afraid of missing any detail.

Wu Changkong held a wooden stick, his aura as deep as an abyss.

Lu Ze stood opposite him, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Teacher, be careful!"

Lu Ze gave a soft reminder, and with a flick of his left hand, the golden Sun-Shooting Bow appeared out of thin air.

Three purple spirit rings suddenly appeared beneath him!

Nine years old, a three-ring Soul Master, and all of them are thousand-year-old Soul Rings!

Even before the battle began, it drew screams of surprise from the onlookers.

"Three purple spirit rings! Lu Ze is freaking strong!"

"I wonder just how powerful this mental strength is."

"This is a monster!"

He rattled off a bunch of nonsense, but it all boiled down to two words: "Is anyone there?"

Wu Changkong narrowed his eyes. Even his first two spirit rings were only a hundred years old.

Lu Ze didn't care, and three spirit rings flickered beneath him.

The bowstring was drawn back, and a jet-black arrow materialized. But upon closer inspection, the arrow's shadow seemed to have been subtly separated from the shaft.

call out!

As the arrow left the bowstring, a streak of black light tore through the air, heading straight for Wu Changkong's face.

Wu Changkong didn't move at all; he simply made a casual swipe with his right hand just as the arrow was about to hit him.

The wooden stick in his hand stirred a gentle breeze as it precisely struck the arrow tip.

Snapped.

With a crisp sound, the arrow, imbued with soul power, was easily deflected and stuck crookedly into the grass in the distance.

Meanwhile, another almost imperceptible phantom silently traced an arc and landed on the open ground behind Wu Changkong.

That's it?

A hint of disappointment flashed through Wu Changkong's mind.

All bark and no bite. A level 30 Soul Master's attack power is even weaker than some level 20 Soul Masters who specialize in strength.

"Too weak."

He didn't hide his thoughts, and his cold comments spread throughout the room.

The trainees stirred.

Xie Xie's fist loosened slightly involuntarily. It turned out that it was just a show; high soul power did not mean strong combat ability.

Tang Wulin looked puzzled. He always felt that Brother Lu Ze was not that simple.

Lu Ze ignored Wu Changkong's evaluation and simply drew back the bowstring once more.

call out!call out!call out!call out!

A series of whooshing sounds rang out as several golden arrows of light were launched in quick succession, shooting towards Wu Changkong from different angles.

Wu Changkong, wielding a long staff, charged towards Lu Ze while simultaneously waving the staff and dodging, emerging unscathed.

The movements are free and expressive, and the posture is graceful.

He even had the leisure to offer his comments.

"The speed is acceptable, but the accuracy and power are far too lacking. Your arrow poses no threat to me whatsoever."

At this point, Wu Changkong still viewed this battle as a lesson.

As the students watched Wu Changkong stroll leisurely, and then looked at Lu Ze, who seemed to have run out of tricks, their awe of the level 30 Soul Master faded considerably.

So, even geniuses are nothing special.

In front of the dance teacher, she is still just a child.

Wu Changkong shattered another light arrow and was already in front of Lu Ze. For an archer, being brought to close range is practically a death sentence, let alone when the opponent is Wu Changkong.

Suddenly, Lu Ze, who was standing in front of him, smiled.

"Yeah?"

Lu Ze asked softly in return.

The moment he finished speaking, the second spirit ring beneath his feet flashed brightly.

"A shadowy snake emerges from its hole!"

To everyone's astonishment, Lu Ze's figure vanished into thin air.

A hint of surprise finally appeared in Wu Changkong's dark green eyes.

Spatial capabilities?

He turned around abruptly, and sure enough, Lu Ze's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, right where the phantom arrow had landed earlier.

"interesting."

For the first time, Wu Changkong looked directly at his student, a subtle smile curving his lips.

This teleportation technique alone is enough to make Lu Ze invincible among his peers.

At this moment, Wu Changkong suddenly felt a sense of alarm, and his soul power perception spread out instantly.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!

hum - hum - hum -

A strange tremor ran through the air.

Above Wu Changkong's body, several spatial planes unfolded, and the arrows that had missed their mark were now hovering silently, with every arrowhead pointing directly at Wu Changkong at the center!

Those were the arrows that Wu Changkong had dodged earlier!

To be precise, the arrows that Lu Ze just shot were not aimed at Wu Changkong at all!

Third Soul Skill: Spatial Boundary Severance!

Stop the arrows and then fire them simultaneously.

Lu Ze had already used it several times just now, because as long as he only needed to stop the light arrow, Lu Ze used very little soul power to input when using the three soul skills.

The first batch of arrows fell from the sky long ago.

Snapped!

Lu Ze snapped his fingers.

All the arrows that were still hovering at that moment regained their kinetic energy at the same instant!

Combined with the arrows that were originally in free fall, they turned into a rain of arrows and fell.

"Whoosh—"

The onlookers were in an uproar, retreating in fright, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

What kind of soul skill is this?

Tang Wulin's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg. He finally understood that the gap between himself and Brother Lu Ze was much greater than he had imagined.

In the arena, Wu Changkong faces the biggest crisis since the start of the war.

But in the end, he was destined to soar through the skies.

"Well done!"

With a low shout, his aura suddenly changed.

If before it was a bottomless pool of cold water, now it is a volcano about to erupt!

The wooden stick in his hand was no longer a tool for freehand expression, but had been transformed into the most deadly weapon.

Ding ding ding!

A series of rapid, intense impacts erupted.

Wu Changkong's figure was completely enveloped by countless shadows of staffs. He transformed into a gray whirlwind as he parried.

At this moment, Lu Ze had already drawn his bow again.

The first and third spirit rings beneath his feet lit up again, their deep purple light dazzling.

An arrow materialized on the bowstring, its shaft jet black, yet swirling with ominous dark red patterns, emanating an aura of corrosion and tearing.

Wu Changkong's expression changed slightly.

call out!

Lu Ze let go.

The arrow, imbued with the spirit of the Shadow Serpent and the power of spatial vibration, emitted a piercing sound as if it were about to tear the space in front of it apart!

Wu Changkong's attention shifted to that.

He knew he had to defend against this arrow, so he preferred to let some of the light arrows fall from above his head!

As the arrow fell, it tore through Wu Changkong's white shirt, staining it with a faint red hue.

The wooden stick and the arrow collided with a loud crash in mid-air.

boom!

A powerful blast of air exploded out, causing the onlookers to stagger and fall.

Wu Changkong's body trembled slightly as he successfully deflected the terrifying arrow.

puff.

Before they could proceed to the next step, a very faint sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh rang out.

Wu Changkong's body suddenly stiffened.

He slowly lowered his head.

On his left leg, an arrow, entirely black and almost blending into his shadow, lay silently.

The shadow snake possessed him and split him in two.

One attracts attention in the open, while the other remains hidden in the shadows.