Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Teng, seeing all this, smiled.

The next day, when the first rays of dawn were still faintly visible on the eastern horizon, Shrek Academy had already woken up early.

The sky was not yet fully bright, and the sun had not yet risen. Only a faint white light spread from the horizon, outlining the village houses and playground into a tranquil silhouette.

Just then, Dean Flander's voice rang out in every dormitory room without warning.

"Everyone, wake up! Training begins today!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like someone was speaking right next to your ear, so clear that it sent a shiver down Wang Teng's spine.

Inside an adobe house, Wang Teng suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't lie down to sleep. All night long, Wang Teng remained in a cross-legged meditation posture, his soul power flowing steadily within his body.

Afterwards, Wang Teng quickly dressed, washed up briefly, and went out.

A cool morning breeze blew across Shrek's playground.

Dean Flander stood with his hands behind his back. When Wang Teng's figure came into view first, his eyes behind his glasses curved into a smile.

"Very good, you're the first one."

He raised his hand and gestured, saying, "Come stand over here."

"Yes, Dean!"

Wang Teng did as instructed and stood beside Flander.

Then, footsteps began to sound one after another.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Oscar...

One after another, figures hurried over from their respective residences. By the time Ma Hongjun and Ning Rongrong arrived just in time, a neat row of people had already formed on the playground.

"too slow."

Flander's gaze swept past the people in front of him and landed on the last two panting figures.

"Fatty, Rongrong, look at the others, and then look at yourselves."

"Dean, I'm sorry, I'll definitely be faster next time."

Ma Hongjun kept his head down, unusually without a grin.

Ning Rongrong pouted and retorted, "Dean, this isn't our usual wake-up time at all!"

"Who can get up so early..."

"you--"

Flanders raised an eyebrow.

"Dean,"

Wang Teng suddenly spoke up, saying, "After all, this is the first time everyone has gotten up so early today, so being late is inevitable. I don't think it will happen again in the future."

"Why don't you tell us about our tasks for today?"

Flanders paused, glanced at Wang Teng, snorted, and then, seizing the opportunity, said, "Fine, for your sake, kid."

"Rongrong, Fatty, get back to the team!"

"If you're late again next time, it won't be so easy to get away with it."

"Yes, Dean!"

The two felt as if they had been granted a pardon and jogged into line.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes, then quietly walked to Wang Teng's side and stood still.

"Listen up, everyone."

Flander cleared his throat, glanced at the eight students in front of him, and shouted, "Today's training is also a way to renovate the academy. We'll proceed according to the plan Wang Teng proposed yesterday."

"Now divide into groups: the boys' group will go to the wasteland south of the village, where Teacher Zhao Wuji is already waiting."

"The girls' group will go to the bamboo forest on the back mountain to the south, and teacher Li Yusong will lead the group."

"The two teachers will explain the specific tasks once we get there."

After saying that, Flander stepped aside to make way, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, hurry up and run!"

The crowd lined up in two rows and jogged towards the south of the village.

"Oh, right—"

Flander's voice came from behind, saying, "Starting today, for the rest of the time, all of you will get up and train at this time!"

"what--"

A wail echoed along the village road in the early morning.

Soon, the boys' group arrived at the wasteland south of the village.

From there, they spotted Mr. Zao Wou-Ki in the distance.

His massive, bear-like body stood there like an old tree, impossible to miss.

"Girls, keep running! Head to the back hill; Teacher Li is waiting for you there!"

Zhao Wuji shouted at the top of his lungs, "Boys, stop in front of me!"

Wang Teng and his group of five stopped and watched as Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, three slender figures, ran along the path towards the back mountain and disappeared at the edge of the bamboo forest.

"Alright, alright, stop looking."

Zhao Wuji said in a gruff voice, "A bunch of grown men, acting like they've never seen a girl before."

Ma Hongjun awkwardly withdrew his gaze, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Teacher Zhao, aren't we supposed to dig a swimming pool and a canal? Are we... digging here?"

"nonsense."

Zhao Wuji pointed south and explained, "See that river? It's a tributary of the Barak River."

"You need to dig a swimming pool here first, and then dig a canal to bring the river water over."

"Hey, this place isn't close to the river. It'll be hard for you guys to handle."

Tang San looked around and asked, "Teacher Zhao, where are the tools? There's nothing here."

"tool?"

Zhao Wuji grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and said, "Aren't you all Soul Masters? What tools do you need? Use your Martial Souls and Soul Skills; this is your training."

Ma Hongjun was stunned and quickly asked, "Use your martial spirit to dig? Dig with your hands?"

Dai Mubai looked down at his pampered hands, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Alright, stop dawdling."

Zhao Wuji lay down under a large tree not far away, leaned against the trunk, closed his eyes comfortably, and said, "Let's dig for an hour first, then we'll go eat."

"Keep digging after you finish eating."

"For the next few days, apart from the evening training sessions, you'll all be staying here all the time."

"Alright, that's settled. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when it's time for breakfast."

Zhao Wuji's snoring soon began.

Chapter 136 Ning Rongrong's Favor

Seeing that Zhao Wuji had already fallen asleep, Wang Teng and the other four looked at each other in bewilderment.

"……How to do?"

Oscar asked in a low voice.

Wang Teng didn't answer, he just raised his hand and waved it.

A beam of white light flew from his palm, landed on the ground, and made a soft "ding" sound.

The silver-white metal top landed steadily on the ground and began to spin rapidly.

It first remained stationary, drawing small arcs, and then gradually expanded its rotation radius. Wherever the silver light passed, the soil was cut, rolled up, and thrown around like tofu.

"Puff puff puff puff—"

Within a few breaths, a shallow pit nearly a meter in diameter had appeared on the ground.

Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai exchanged a glance, their eyes simultaneously gleaming.

"White Tiger, possess me!"

"Phoenix, possess me!"

Two waves of soul power exploded simultaneously.

Dai Mubai extended his tiger claws, the sharp tips gleaming with a ghostly light.

Ma Hongjun was engulfed in purplish-red flames, and his arms were covered with a layer of fire feathers, which transformed into a pair of bird claws.

The two leaped into the pit and began to bend over and swing their claws.

For a moment, dirt flew everywhere.

Meanwhile, Tang San was not idle either.

He knelt on one knee and pressed his hands against the edge of the soil.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Dozens of blue silver grass sprouted from the soil, wriggling and burrowing underground as if they were alive.

They churn, stir, and push underground, loosening and cracking the soil and rocks in their wake, which are then torn apart and dragged out by the vines like pythons constricting their prey.

Wang Teng glanced at it and flicked his wrist slightly.

"First Soul Skill, Gale Steed Spinning Top."

"Second Soul Skill, Crimson Flame Divine Bird Spinning Top."

Two streaks of light, one blue and one red, shot out from his side, forming a triangular formation with the silver-white spinning top.

Immediately afterwards, the blue spinning top generated a high-speed airflow, carrying the loose soil out of the pit.