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

Tang Wulin: Guh?

Ah, should I play Lu Ze?

Tang Wulin pointed to himself, then to Lu Ze beside him, and finally looked at that icy face.

Hit Lu Ze?

That monster who forced Teacher Wu to use her soul skill and possessed three thousand-year soul rings?

Want to win again?

"Reporting, teacher." Tang Wulin raised his hand high, his voice loud yet carrying a tragic air of facing death, "This is too difficult, I surrender."

This isn't a question of confidence; it's a question of self-awareness. Friendly competition is fine, but matches where the goal is to win are out of the question.

Xie Xie nodded frantically to the side, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice.

What a joke.

He felt he could brag for a year if he could survive even a minute in Lu Ze's hands.

There was no way around it; Wu Changkong's aloofness was deeply ingrained in people's minds, which made Lu Ze, who had won, shine even brighter.

Wu Changkong coldly glanced at the two of them. "How do you know it won't work if you haven't even fought them?"

"I knew it wouldn't work without even fighting!" Xie Xie couldn't help but wail. "Teacher Wu, that's a three-ring! A full set of purple soul rings! Even if Wu Lin and I combined, we wouldn't be enough for one round of his volley."

Lu Ze stood aside, watching the two children's grief-stricken expressions, and found it somewhat amusing.

"You don't need to be so pessimistic. I probably won't participate in the promotion tournament."

Tang Wulin asked, puzzled, "Hmm?"

Wu Changkong nodded. "A level 31 Soul Master is an outstanding talent even at Shrek Academy, but at East Sea Academy, it's definitely a case of 'dimensional reduction'."

Lu Ze chimed in, "However, Class One has three Great Soul Masters, so they are still very strong."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie's eyes lit up immediately.

Great Soul Master?

Although it's strong, at least it sounds more human than a three-ring Soul Master!

"Yes!" Xie Xie immediately chimed in, "Teacher Wu, we're going to challenge those two Great Soul Masters!"

"Alright, everyone go back and rest."

Wu Changkong gave him the order to leave, "Starting tomorrow, it's physical training. If you don't want to die in the promotion tournament, you'd better be on your guard."

The three of them slunk out of the office.

In the corridor, the setting sun cast long shadows of the three people.

Tang Wulin remained silent, simply walking on in quiet contemplation.

He stopped abruptly as he approached the dormitory building and turned to look at Lu Ze.

The fear that had been there before was gone from those big eyes; instead, two flames burned within them.

"Brother Lu Ze".

"Um?"

"I will try my best." Tang Wulin clenched his fist. "Although I can't beat you now, I will definitely catch up with you."

Lu Ze looked at the stubborn little guy and sighed inwardly.

That tenacity is indeed endearing.

Regardless of what happens later, this is at least how Tang Wulin is now.

Lu Ze's soul was, after all, thirty years old, and in his eyes, Tang Wulin was now just a son.

"Sure," Lu Ze said. "I'll be waiting."

Although I may never live to see it.

"Um……"

"Ah!" Tang Wulin suddenly slapped his forehead, "I still have to go pick up the blacksmith badge today."

After saying goodbye to Lu Ze and Xie Xie, Tang Wulin took off and disappeared in a flash.

Watching Tang Wulin's departing figure, Lu Ze's smile gradually faded.

The Blacksmiths' Association...

There seems to be a little storyline there too?

Never mind, it's nothing.

……

Donghai Forging Association.

Looking at the adorable child in front of her who wasn't even as tall as the counter, Yun Xiaoling said, "Little Tang Wulin, you're really amazing. You're only nine years old and you're already a level two blacksmith."

Tang Wulin shyly scratched his head, "No, I just got lucky."

At that moment, a girl with golden hair walked past Tang Wulin and overheard their conversation.

Nine years old?

Level 2?

Mu Xi tilted her head slightly, looking at Tang Wulin in front of the counter, somewhat surprised. Under her father's guidance and Lu Ze's encouragement, she also passed the Level 2 exam at the age of 12.

It turns out that someone could achieve this at the age of nine?

Mu Xi has always considered herself a genius. She believes that she will definitely become a master craftsman and inherit her father's mantle in the future.

In Donghai City, apart from those old guys, who among the younger generation can surpass her in forging?

But now...

Mu Xi blinked and uttered a single syllable.

"Wow."

Then, he strode towards the gate and left the Blacksmiths' Association.

At that moment, the image of a certain person involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

That always smiling, seemingly harmless, and somewhat mature boy.

Lu Ze.

That guy was not only a monster in soul power cultivation, but also someone whose forging talent was enough to make people despair.

Nine years old, level two? Lu Ze, that dog, was already level three at eight years old.

The level 4 is about the same.

As Mu Xi walked, she muttered to herself. She pursed her lips, "Compared to Lu Ze, that non-human, nine-year-old level two... seems so-so."

Speaking of Lu Ze, Mu Xi got angry. Her father used that stuff every day, how could she not know its effects?

He practically offered himself up, and then, good heavens, he vanished without a trace after using a soul skill?

If you're comfortable using Soul Skills, then use them!

What a dog!

Even so, Mu Xi thought back to how Lu Ze was, a little shy yet trying to appear calm, and it was actually quite cute~

Mu Xi's cheeks flushed slightly.

fidgety~

I haven't seen him for the past two days, so I'll go visit him in first grade tomorrow.

...

Noticing the gaze behind him, Tang Wulin turned around sharply and saw a beautiful older woman striding away from the association building.

Seeing this, Yun Xiaoling introduced, "That's Mu Xi, the daughter of President Mu Chen. She's also a Level Two."

"Oh……"

……

The next morning, at the Donghai Academy playground.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and a damp mist still hung in the air.

The students in Class 5 were already lined up neatly, each one still sleepy-eyed and yawning.

Wu Changkong was still dressed in white, holding the fearsome pointer in his hand, standing at the very front of the group.

"Today's first lesson: physical fitness."

Wu Changkong's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated everyone's ears, carrying a bone-chilling cold that instantly dispelled everyone's drowsiness.

He pointed to a pile of iron chainmail on the ground next to him.

"Put it on and run around the track. Don't stop until I give the order."

The trainees turned green when they saw the pile of dark iron suits.

This thing looks incredibly heavy. Running in it? That's going to be the death of you!

"Report!" Xie Xie raised his hand, looking reluctant. "I'm an agility-type Soul Master, this kind of weight training will affect my speed and flexibility..."

"Put them on," Wu Changkong replied with only two words.

Xie Xie was about to argue when he saw Wu Changkong slightly raise the pointer in his hand. "Or, you can choose to spar with me."

The fond memories of being dominated by Seven Wolves during my childhood flooded back.

"Hey, okay!" Xie Xie immediately shut up and obediently ran over to pick up an iron suit and put it on.

Tang Wulin didn't complain much, and walked over to pick up a piece of iron armor.

It's quite heavy, weighing at least twenty kilograms.

But he simply shrugged his shoulders slightly and put it on easily.

His innate superhuman strength is no exaggeration; this weight is a piece of cake for him.

The other trainees also finished dressing one after another, complaining bitterly and walking with difficulty.

When it was Lu Ze's turn, everyone's eyes were on him.

As everyone knows, archers are a typical fragile class.

Explosive ranged damage output, but weak melee defense, and poor physical fitness.

Although Lu Ze has high soul power, his physique doesn't look very strong. Wearing this 20-kilogram iron suit, he probably wouldn't be able to run two laps before collapsing.

Even without malice, people are happy to see Lu Ze make a fool of himself, bringing the genius down to their level in some way, which gives them a strange sense of satisfaction.

Lu Ze put on his iron armor and was ready.

"Start running."

At the command, the troops began to move sparsely.

Tang Wulin took the lead and rushed to the front.

Lu Ze followed closely behind, his steps light and graceful.

As Lu Ze passed by Xie Xie, he even whistled with a smile.

"Keep it up, Xiao Xie, don't fall behind."

Xie Xie gritted his teeth, his face turning red, feeling like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

This unscientific!

This is absolutely not scientific!

Little did he know the terrifying power of blood and qi contained within Lu Ze's seemingly frail body.

Did they really think that Mu Chen secretly hid so much whale glue without anyone noticing?