Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

When Wei Xiaofeng heard that he would be facing Tang Wulin in the first round, his expression became somewhat subtle.

Based on the data on paper, the two of them were in the highest tier of cultivation in the class—Tang Wulin was at level 23, and he was at level 22, only one level apart.

The very first match is between the first and second place teams, which means everyone's attention will be focused on this showdown.

He walked up to Tang Wulin, looked up at his opponent who was half a head taller than him.

Wei Xiaofeng's expression was serious, and his tone held no provocation: "Tang Wulin, I hope you won't hold back in the fight. I want to know just how big the gap is between us."

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment. He had thought the other party would say something harsh or make some polite remarks, but he didn't expect Wei Xiaofeng to be so direct right away.

He nodded and replied just as earnestly, "Okay, I will do my best."

Ye Yingluo stood between the two, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, the purpose of this lesson is to let you show your strength."

In the subsequent actual combat, there's no need to hold back; just go all out, and I'll handle the balance.

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the freshmen gathered at the edge of the field.

"You're the same. Practical training isn't for spectators; everyone has to step up and show their true abilities to the teachers and classmates."

When Tang Wulin and Wei Xiaofeng actually stood at opposite ends of the training ground, all the trainees stared wide-eyed.

Zhao Tieniu, who had been muttering to himself out of nervousness, now had his mouth wide open and forgot to do his warm-up exercises.

Zhang Yangzi nudged Wang Jinxi with his elbow and said in a low voice, "Starting with a level 22 versus a level 23 opponent, isn't that a bit too much of a spectacle?"

Wang Jinxi replied in a muffled voice, "Watch it carefully, you can learn something."

The tense atmosphere that had been permeating the freshmen eased considerably.

Having someone take the lead for them, and being the two strongest students in the class at that, is much better than having to go first on their own.

The two stopped.

Ye Yingluo raised her right hand, and the flag stood out prominently under the lights of the training ground.

"Battle begins!"

Wei Xiaofeng reacted extremely quickly.

Almost at the same moment Ye Yingluo finished speaking, his martial spirit was already released.

After the Green Shadow Serpent possessed him, a layer of fine green scales grew on his neck, gleaming with a faint, cold light under the lamp.

His pupils narrowed into two thin vertical lines, becoming vertical pupils just like those of a snake, and his entire demeanor instantly shifted to that of a cold, predator.

In contrast, Tang Wulin stood still, not even revealing his martial soul.

His expression was somewhat strange, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

In fact, he was indeed suppressing it—the bloodline instinct brought about by the Golden Dragon King's seal was surging within him, and that supreme dragon bloodline automatically reacted the moment it sensed the green snake martial soul opposite him.

It is an extremely strong suppressive force, like a wildcat smelling the scent of a tiger, which will have a strong suppressive effect on the opponent's martial spirit.

Tang Wulin didn't want to win through this.

Using the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King to suppress a green snake is no different from using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

It is an unfair victory.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the bloodline surge that was about to be released automatically, then hastily revealed his martial soul.

Golden-veined Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm, its golden veins shimmering faintly on its leaves.

Two yellow, century-old soul rings rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated around him.

Ye Yingluo noticed Tang Wulin's momentary hesitation, but remained silent.

Every student has their own secrets, and her job is to provide the right guidance when they are willing to reveal them, rather than prying into their secrets when they are unwilling.

Wei Xiaofeng made a move.

His first spirit ring flashed, and his body suddenly became illusory. Then, a shadowy figure emerged from behind him.

The afterimages looked illusory and hazy, like reflections refracted on the water's surface, but when they surrounded Wei Xiaofeng, it was impossible to distinguish their true forms.

This is Wei Xiaofeng's first soul skill - Azure Shadow Stack.

Ye Yingluo gave a fair assessment from the edge of the field.

"Using high-speed movement to create visual interference is a good choice, but if the afterimage gets too close, it will reveal the general area of ​​the real body."

Those illusory figures were merely a decoy to distract the enemy; the real Wei Xiaofeng had already silently circled around to Tang Wulin's side and rear.

His footsteps were almost silent.

Tang Wulin didn't see Wei Xiaofeng's movement trajectory, but he sensed it, thanks to his Blue Silver Grass.

Although his martial soul is plant-based, the mutated Blue Silver Grass is extremely sensitive to the surrounding energy fluctuations.

Although the afterimage could deceive the eye, the real Wei Xiaofeng's soul power fluctuations were very dense.

Tang Wulin could "touch" that spot even with his eyes closed, so he decisively released his second soul skill.

"Blue Silver Thrust Formation!"

Dozens of cracks suddenly appeared in the training ground, and sharp blue silver grass vines pierced out from the cracks, spreading violently outwards from Tang Wulin. Each vine was covered with golden patterns, and its hardness and sharpness far exceeded that of ordinary blue silver grass.

The ground spikes covered a ten-meter radius around Tang Wulin, and the illusory afterimage shattered under the dense attack of the ground spikes.

Wei Xiaofeng's true form was forced out, and he had no choice but to jump away from a blind spot to the side and back, landing steadily on the edge of the field with a backflip.

Ye Yingluo quickly scribbled a few lines on the notepad, then looked up: "The response was correct."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every student could hear her clearly.

"Wei Xiaofeng's first soul skill has a visual interference effect. Tang Wulin noticed this, so he chose to use an area attack to break it instead of wasting time identifying the true form. His judgment was very decisive."

But be careful.

Her gaze shifted to Tang Wulin.

"The opponent only used their first soul skill, and you used your second soul skill."

Your soul power level is one level higher than his, but after this round of exchanges, that one-level advantage has been leveled out.

If Wei Xiaofeng continues to force you to use high-cost soul skills with low-cost ones, how many rounds can you last?

Tang Wulin felt a chill run down his spine; his teacher was right.

While he brilliantly broke through the opponent's Azure Shadow Stack with his Blue Silver Thrust Formation, the consumption of his second soul skill was far greater than that of his first.

If this is a protracted war, this exchange method is disadvantageous to him.

Wei Xiaofeng stood at the edge of the arena, showing no disappointment at his failure. Although his soul skill was broken in the first round of combat, he was not frustrated at all; instead, he became even more focused.

None of the people who made it into Class One were easy to deal with.