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

Wei Xiaofeng readjusted his breathing and lowered his center of gravity again.

"Again." Before his words had even finished, he was already moving.

This time he didn't use the Azure Shadow Stack.

The previous probing had allowed him to figure out his opponent's trump card—the area-of-effect ground spikes were the nemesis of afterimages, and using them again would be a waste of soul power.

So he simply relied on pure burst speed to charge forward head-on. The illusory image of the Azure Shadow Serpent on his right arm opened its mouth during the charge, and two sharp fangs condensed and took shape, directly attacking Tang Wulin's frontal defense.

Tang Wulin flipped his right hand, and dozens of golden-patterned blue silver grasses spread out from his feet, quickly weaving into a dense vine net in front of him.

Wei Xiaofeng's snake fangs pierced the vine net, producing a sharp metallic clang.

Wei Xiaofeng felt his tiger's mouth go numb from the impact, and when he looked down, he saw that the tip of his snake fangs had been chipped and cracked.

The golden patterns on the blue silver grass lit up automatically the moment they were attacked, as if a dark gold film had been coated on the surface of the vines, making them far more resilient than steel.

"What is this Blue Silver Grass?!" someone on the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim.

Ignoring the gasps from the sidelines, Wei Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and launched another attack.

This time, he circled around to Tang Wulin's left and thrust his snake fangs fiercely into the sparsest part of the vine net.

With a series of attacks, each one hitting the same spot on the vine net with precision, Wei Xiaofeng was trying to break through the same position by striking continuously. This method is usually effective against ordinary defensive soul skills because any defense has a fatigue limit.

However, Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass seemed to have no concept of fatigue. The golden patterns on the vines that were hit became even brighter, and their texture seemed to be a few degrees harder than the first time.

The students on the sidelines had gone from gasping in surprise to falling silent. They finally understood why Tang Wulin had been able to enter Class One with the universally acknowledged useless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass.

Wei Xiaofeng felt like he wasn't cutting vines, but rather cutting down concrete pillars reinforced with steel bars.

What's worse, he not only has to break through the defenses, but also has to be constantly on guard against the vines' counterattacks!

While defending, those blue silver grasses would occasionally suddenly pop outwards, with such force that they could leave a red mark as they flew past his ribs!

If you were hit head-on by that, it would be no less than being rammed by a soul-guided train!

Ye Yingluo stood on the sidelines, having already put down the scoreboard in her hand.

Her original thought was that Tang Wulin had suffered a loss in terms of energy consumption by using his second soul skill to break his first soul skill, and the outcome of this battle was still hard to say, but now her judgment has wavered.

Wei Xiaofeng had already expended far more soul power than expected in order to deal with Tang Wulin's second soul skill.

Tang Wulin hasn't moved an inch since the start of the battle. He just stands there, wrapping himself up like an iron turtle with Blue Silver Grass, making it impossible for Wei Xiaofeng to bite him.

This is a tactic, and one that leaves the opponent utterly desperate.

Ye Yingluo secretly assessed the situation in her mind. As a five-ring Soul King, she was confident that she could shatter these Blue Silver Grasses in an instant.

But that was based on the premise that she was three whole realms above Tang Wulin.

If her cultivation level were reduced to the same level as Wei Xiaofeng's, she knew she wouldn't have a good way to break through this defense.

Wei Xiaofeng's breathing had become noticeably heavy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The Azure Shadow Serpent Martial Soul is not known for its prowess in prolonged battles. Its advantage lies in high-speed bursts and one-hit kills. However, when faced with an opponent as tough as a tortoise shell, all of its advantages are negated.

He stepped back a few paces, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, stared at the unmoving vine wall in front of him, and couldn't help but curse under his breath: "What kind of Blue Silver Grass is this? How can it be so tough?"

Tang Wulin heard his complaint. To be honest, he himself hadn't expected the Golden-Patterned Blue Silver Grass to be so strong in defense.

The Golden Dragon King's bloodline transforms the Blue Silver Grass in every way, not just increasing its hardness, but also incorporating the dragon's scale-like properties into the plant's fiber structure. The fiber arrangement of each Blue Silver Grass vine can automatically rearrange itself to distribute the force when subjected to external impact.

The result of this mutation is that although his second soul skill is just a ranged ground spike, he can completely defend without attacking, gathering the ground spikes around himself to form a defensive position, as long as he wants.

Observing Wei Xiaofeng's condition through the gaps in the vine wall, Tang Wulin noticed that the other's steps were beginning to falter, and the time was almost up.

Tang Wulin unleashed his second soul skill, and layers upon layers of vine walls slowly unfolded before him. Before Wei Xiaofeng could even rejoice at finally seeing his opponent, a Blue Silver Grass had already silently wrapped around his ankle from the ground.

First Soul Skill: Entanglement.

Wei Xiaofeng looked down at the slender blue silver grass at his feet, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. He didn't even struggle, raising his right hand to signal to Ye Yingluo.

"I surrender."

The entire training ground was quiet at first, then erupted into a clamor as if a pot had been boiled over.

"Wei Xiaofeng admitted defeat? Wasn't he still standing?"

"Look at him, his soul power is completely exhausted. What else can he do but admit defeat?"

"Tang Wulin hasn't moved an inch from beginning to end! He's just stood there defending the whole time, practically wearing Wei Xiaofeng down?"

"This Blue Silver Grass is too monstrous... I always thought Blue Silver Grass was a useless martial soul, but I only realized today that I was ignorant."

However, some trainees were only slightly surprised before regaining their confidence.

Their martial soul attributes are more inclined towards strong offense and defense penetration. Although Tang Wulin's defense is abnormal, it is ultimately a passive skill. As long as they can unleash burst damage exceeding his defense limit, they still have a chance to win.

Jiang Linlong stood at the edge of the field, her hands clenched into fists and hanging at her sides.

She looked at Tang Wulin, who was reaching out to pull Wei Xiaofeng up from the ground in the center of the arena, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in her dull eyes.

She silently repeated Tang Wulin's name in her heart, and then placed that name into the outline of a mountain that needed to be climbed.

The next match is between Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi.

The two fought fiercely for a long time, resulting in a draw.

Wei Xiaofeng volunteered for the second real match.

His loss to Tang Wulin had left him feeling frustrated, and he needed a victory to prove his strength.

Ye Yingluo matched him with a level 19 student. This time, Wei Xiaofeng didn't hold back. With the enhancement of his first soul skill, the Azure Shadow Serpent was so fast that his opponent didn't even have time to react, and he defeated the opponent head-on in just three rounds.

When his opponent was knocked out of the circle, Wei Xiaofeng withdrew his martial spirit, and a look of relief finally appeared on his face.

Tang Wulin saw all of this: Wei Xiaofeng's resilience, the tacit understanding between Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi as both rivals and friends, and the earnest way his classmates took turns competing. He felt that this was a good feeling.

Everyone is running forward desperately, and in such an environment, I won't be left behind.

Just then, a familiar burning sensation suddenly came from his left cheek.

Tang Wulin's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover the left side of his face tightly.

"Take your hand away."

The Golden Dragon King's voice came from between his fingers, his tone carrying the impatience of an old man whose play had been interrupted.

"What are you trying to do now? Didn't you just see that?!" Tang Wulin roared inwardly.

"We were watching the snake charmer just now, now we're watching another one, be quiet!"

Tang Wulin paused for a moment, then slightly opened his fingers and looked through the gap at the center of the arena.

It was Jiang Linlong speaking to Zhao Tieniu.

Zhao Tieniu's Ironclad Rhinoceros Martial Soul is a giant rhinoceros phantom covered in thick iron-gray hide, with a shoulder height almost the same as his own.

He launched the first attack, the armored rhinoceros swinging its tail, covered in iron armor, like a giant meteor hammer smashing towards Jiang Linlong's face.

If this blow had hit an ordinary person, a fracture would have been the least of their worries.

A phantom of a Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared behind Jiang Linlong. The Tyrannosaurus Rex phantom simply took a step forward and crashed into the tail of the armored rhinoceros.

With a dull thud, the armored rhinoceros was sent tumbling backward several times, and Zhao Tieniu's body also staggered backward until his back hit the wall of the training ground, barely bringing him to a stop.

"I surrender!" Zhao Tieniu raised his hands, his voice trembling.

Ye Yingluo walked over, squatted down to check Zhao Tieniu's condition, and only stood up to announce the result after confirming that he was not injured.

Zhao Tieniu got up from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, and had a look of lingering fear on his face: "Teacher, when that Tyrannosaurus Rex came out just now, my Armored Rhinoceros's legs went weak!"

It's not that I didn't want to hide, it's that it wouldn't obey me!

That feeling... was like being watched by a tiger, my whole body screaming for me to run!

Ye Yingluo nodded and explained to the other students, "What Zhao Tieniu described is what is commonly known as bloodline suppression."

When the bloodline level of one beast spirit is higher than that of another, the higher-level spirit will exert a suppressive force from the depths of its bloodline on the lower-level spirit.

This suppression will significantly weaken the combat power of lower-ranking martial spirits, and in severe cases, it may even cause the opponent's martial spirit to temporarily lose its fighting spirit.

She pointed to the golden Tyrannosaurus Rex phantom that was slowly dissipating behind Jiang Linlong: "Dragon-type martial souls occupy the top predator position in the soul beast system. Even a sub-dragon species has an overwhelming suppressive power over ordinary beast martial souls."

Tang Wulin had previously studied a complete system of martial soul theory with Wu Changkong, covering everything from martial soul classification to bloodline levels to soul ring ratios. Several thick notebooks are still piled up on his bedside table in his dormitory.

He looked down at himself. Jiang Linlong's Tyrannosaurus Rex could make the Armored Rhinoceros weak in the knees, so what about the thing inside him that truly stood at the pinnacle of the entire soul beast system?

If he hadn't suppressed that bloodline instinct just now, Wei Xiaofeng's Green Shadow Snake probably wouldn't have even had the courage to raise its head in front of him.

"Golden Dragon King," Tang Wulin called out in his mind.

"Um?"

"Can your bloodline suppress all soul beasts?"

"Isn't that obvious?" The Golden Dragon King's tone carried an undisguised arrogance.

"I am the supreme being of all soul beasts; all soul beasts under heaven must submit to me."

Upon seeing me, every drop of blood and every bone in their bodies tells them: Bow your head!

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin knew that the old man was about to enter his self-praise mode again; the Golden Dragon King never stopped when he was bragging about himself.

So Tang Wulin silently covered his ears, closing the door to the sea of ​​the spirit in his heart.

No matter how much the Golden Dragon King blew inside, he treated it as background music.