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

After a while, the wind stopped and the dust settled.

Only the words "I lost" echoed across the empty playground, like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's heart.

Wu Changkong stood there, the bloodstains on his white clothes particularly glaring.

Although it was just a superficial injury, it was enough to prove the nine-year-old boy's abilities.

Lu Ze put away the Sun-Shooting Bow in his hand.

The three dark purple spirit rings beneath him slowly disappeared.

He scratched his head in a somewhat helpless manner.

"Teacher, you're using flattery to your detriment."

This is the truth.

The level difference between Soul Masters is like an insurmountable chasm.

Even if Wu Changkong suppressed his soul power, Lu Ze, at level 31, couldn't even touch the hem of Wu Changkong's clothes under normal circumstances, let alone fight a level 60+ opponent.

The battle just now was entirely based on Wu Changkong's self-imposed restrictions and his complete lack of knowledge about Lu Ze's soul skills.

Putting everything else aside, just the Soul Power Protection move alone is enough for Lu Ze to play with for a lifetime.

Wu Changkong put away the long staff in his hand.

He ignored Lu Ze's modesty; a loss was a loss.

Wu Changkong turned around and looked at the group of students who were dumbfounded.

"Did you see it clearly?"

No one dared to utter a sound.

Xie Xie swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

His Shadow Dragon Dagger possesses a certain spatial ability, so unlike others, he is able to detect that spatial fluctuation.

Are those really skills that someone their age could pull off? Space, control, and that eerie poisonous fog array.

Wu Changkong scanned the entire audience, his voice rising several decibels.

"This is real combat! It's not child's play, it's not a contest of strength, it's a life-or-death struggle!"

"Lu Ze was only level 31, but he took advantage of my underestimation of him and the information asymmetry to force out my soul skill."

"If I were an enemy of equal strength, I would already be dead."

These words were spoken with extreme severity.

Zhou Changxi lowered his head in shame; he had just been basking in his own pride at his strength.

Tang Wulin clenched his fists.

Looking at the calm-looking boy not far away, the flame in his heart burned even brighter.

Is this Lu Ze's current strength?

too strong.

So powerful it inspires despair, yet it also compels you to strive to catch up.

"Disband."

Wu Changkong didn't say anything more.

Today's deterrent effect has been achieved, and even exceeded expectations.

The trainees felt as if they had been granted a pardon and fled the training ground as if they were escaping.

They need time to process everything they've seen today.

That seemingly gentle and handsome transfer student was actually a ferocious beast in human skin.

"Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Lu Ze."

Wu Changkong called out to the three people who were about to leave.

"Come to my office."

Xie Xie stiffened and looked at Tang Wulin with a bitter expression.

Tang Wulin patted his shoulder to indicate that everything was alright.

Lu Ze didn't seem to care, putting his hands in his pockets and leisurely following behind.

The office was small and the furnishings were extremely simple.

A table, a few chairs, and nothing else of value.

Wu Changkong sat down on his own without greeting the three of them, and simply took out a document from the drawer.

"What insights did you gain from the battle just now?"

He looked at Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

Xie Xie spoke first, his tone still carrying a trace of lingering fear.

"Incredible, incredibly powerful. That spatial soul skill is practically unbeatable, and that black mist, it's terrifying just looking at it from outside."

He is an agility-based Soul Master, and what he fears most are control skills that restrict movement and deprive him of vision.

Once you get caught up in it, you're basically a sitting duck.

Tang Wulin thought for a moment and then said seriously.

"Brother Lu Ze's fighting rhythm is excellent. Every arrow is purposeful, and not a single bit of soul power is wasted."

Wu Changkong nodded slightly.

"That's right."

"Lu Ze's total soul power is not only much higher than yours, but he also knows how to calculate."

Wu Changkong looked at Lu Ze, his face still expressionless, but his tone carried a rare hint of admiration.

"That array is very powerful."

Sensory deprivation enhances attack power.

Even at Shrek Academy, such a top-tier soul skill would make one a top genius.

Lu Ze shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Wu Changkong did not ask any further questions.

Everyone has their own secrets.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, the sound making the atmosphere in the room serious again.

"I called you here because I have important business to discuss."

"In two months, Donghai Academy will hold a promotion competition."

Promotion tournament?

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

New students have to compete?

"The class order at Donghai Academy is not fixed."

Wu Changkong explained.

"Class 5 is the worst, and Class 1 is the best. This ranking is based on the soul power level at the time of enrollment, but it does not represent actual strength."

"The college gives each class one opportunity to challenge a class in a higher grade."

"If Class 5 challenges Class 4 and wins, Class 5 will become Class 4 and enjoy the resources and benefits of Class 4. The original Class 4 will be relegated."

"And so on, as long as we keep winning, Class 5 can become Class 1."

"Then, Class 1 will represent the first grade and issue challenges to the higher grades."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin's breathing quickened.

Class One!

That is the best resource, the best environment.

For him, who yearns to become stronger, this is an opportunity he absolutely cannot miss.

Xie Xie also looked excited.

He was originally a prodigy, but he was assigned to Class 5 because of a fight, and he had been holding a grudge for a long time.

Now there's a chance to fight back, just as he wanted.

Both of them were eager to try.

Wu Changkong glanced at them and continued, "I've already finalized the list of personnel representing Class 5 this time."

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie understood why they had been summoned. They immediately straightened their backs.

"Tang Wulin".

"arrive!"

"Thank you, Xie."

"arrive!"

After reading the two names, Wu Changkong closed the document in his hand.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Tang Wulin was stunned.

Xie Xie was also stunned.

The two stood at attention, staring at each other.

Ga?

Is this over?

Is something missing?

Tang Wulin couldn't help but turn to look at Lu Ze beside him.

This guy is a three-ring Soul Master!

Aren't they going to play?

This unscientific!

"teacher……"

Tang Wulin raised his hand, looking confused. "Isn't Lu Ze here?"

Xie Xie nodded frantically in agreement.

"Yeah, Teacher Wu, with Lu Ze around, we could easily sweep through Class One, right?"

These thighs are so thick, why not hug them?

Wu Changkong leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed in front of his chest.

He looked at the two of them, who seemed to take it all for granted, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Lu Ze saw this and knew that Wu Changkong was a person with a perverse sense of humor.

That smile sent chills down Xie Xie's spine. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Lu Ze?"

Wu Changkong asked a question in return, and then casually dropped a bombshell.

He is a student in Class One.

"They are also your opponents in the promotion tournament."