Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

At this moment, after an afternoon of extreme training, Wang Teng was bent over, one hand bracing against the rough tree trunk beside him, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

Sweat had already soaked through his thin clothes, and his wet black hair clung to his forehead and temples.

Large beads of sweat dripped continuously from his chin, leaving a small dark stain on the muddy ground beneath his feet.

"Young man, is the training volume you're doing too much? Your body won't be able to handle it."

Wang Sheng stepped forward, his voice full of worry.

"Don't worry... Brother,"

Wang Teng, panting, replied intermittently, "We...we are Soul Masters after all...how could we...how could we collapse from this little bit of training?"

He forced a smile, but inwardly encouraged himself: "If I don't want to be left behind by those 'monsters' in the future, this little bit of hardship now is just the beginning."

"Your training method may seem to lead to significant progress in the short term, but in reality, it is mortgaging your future potential."

A deep voice came from the edge of the woods.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Tang San accompanying Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang as they walked towards them.

Wang Teng did not respond immediately, but adjusted his posture, leaned against the tree trunk, and continued to calm his breathing.

The intense training left his muscles aching all over, and his limbs felt like they were filled with lead.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang quickly approached.

Tang San said, "I told the teacher about your desire to borrow the book."

"The teacher agreed, not only to lend you the book, but also to allow you to access his research materials on the 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul'."

Wang Teng struggled to stand up straight. Although his legs were still trembling, he still bowed respectfully to Yu Xiaogang and said, "Thank you, Master."

"I read your book, 'The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul,' in the library and was greatly inspired, which is why I am taking the liberty of seeking your guidance for more information."

"Please give me your guidance."

Looking at the sweaty but determined boy in front of him, Yu Xiaogang stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and said, "It's a good thing that you know how to learn and ask questions."

"However, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Such intense training may bring you speed in the short term, but in the long run, it may limit the heights you can reach in the future."

Wang Teng raised his hand, wiping away the sweat that was about to drip into his eyes with his still slightly trembling arm. He looked directly at Yu Xiaogang and said clearly and steadily, "Master, for ordinary people like us, the vague 'future' and 'potential' are sometimes not as real as the 'present' that we can hold in our hands."

"If the intensity of the training I'm doing now will allow me to gain a foothold in the market more quickly, then I think it's worth it."

"As for potential... I believe that anything is possible with human effort, and there will always be ways to make up for it in the future."

"However, if you miss the present, you may not even have the right to talk about the 'future'."

Yu Xiaogang listened quietly, his face showing little expression, but a very faint ripple seemed to pass through his usually serious eyes.

He neither agreed nor disagreed with Wang Teng's point of view, but simply nodded slowly.

"I approve the borrowing of the books."

Learn as much as you can.

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang turned around and walked away slowly.

His trip was mostly inspired by Tang San's mention of new students praising his theories.

Having met Wang Teng, my wish was fulfilled, so I did not linger any longer.

(The master combines novels and comics; people are complex and not one-dimensional.)

"Wang Teng, here you go."

Tang San handed over a thick, large book.

Wang Teng caught it, his gaze falling on the cover: "Complete Encyclopedia of Soul Beasts, Volume One".

A mix of exhaustion and satisfaction welled up inside me; after many days of planning and waiting, I finally reaped tangible rewards.

"Tell me after you finish reading this one, and I'll borrow the next volume from your teacher for you," Tang San said.

"Tang San, thank you so much... so much."

Wang Teng's gratitude this time came from the bottom of his heart.

Tang San smiled, turned and left.

Xiao Wu skipped and hopped after her.

"Let's go, brother, have a meal, and then rest!"

Wang Teng said to Wang Sheng, and tried to take a step, but his legs went weak and he almost fell forward.

"careful!"

Wang Sheng quickly stepped forward and firmly supported his arm.

"I'll help you back."

The two brothers, supporting each other, slowly walked out of the grove shrouded in twilight.

Late at night, inside dormitory building number seven.

Wang Teng lay on the bed, feeling every muscle in his body aching and exhausted.

However, instead of immediately falling asleep, he struggled to sit up as planned, and entered a meditative state by sitting cross-legged.

As the night deepened, around 11 p.m., Wang Teng ended his meditation and slowly lay down.

"I wonder... how long it will take before I can truly replace sleep completely with meditation..."

The last vague thought flashed through my mind, and my heavy eyelids could no longer stay open.

Almost the instant he collapsed, Wang Teng fell into a deep sleep.

Silent all night.

Notting College, early morning of the second day.

As dawn broke, Wang Sheng woke up Wang Teng.

Today marks the first official day of school. As arranged by the college, we need to spend the entire morning in the teaching building learning theoretical knowledge.

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Wang Teng propped himself up on the edge of the bed, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he couldn't help but gasp.

He felt his limbs were heavy and sore, especially his legs, which felt weak and powerless, and were also tingling with a noticeable ache.

"I trained too hard yesterday afternoon."

Wang Teng silently calculated in his mind: "It's probably because I'm too excited since I just arrived at the academy. My training volume is 30% more than when I was at home, and my body is indeed a bit unable to handle it."

"It seems I'll have to ask my older brother to brew a packet of herbal medicine after lunch to help me recover."

Wang Teng pounded his thigh hard, trying to relax the muscles.

“I told you yesterday that you overdid it, and now you’re reaping the consequences.”

As Wang Sheng spoke, he quickly reached out to support his younger brother's arm.

After quickly packing up, the two left the dormitory and headed to the cafeteria.

On the way, Wang Teng told Wang Sheng about the medicine that needed to be brewed at noon.

Wang Sheng nodded after hearing this: "Okay, I understand. Leave it to me."

After breakfast, they headed towards the main teaching building.

Because of their different ages, Wang Teng and Wang Sheng do not attend the same class.

The two parted ways at the stairwell. Wang Sheng went up to the fifth floor, while Wang Teng went straight into the first-grade classroom on the first floor.

In the classroom, textbooks were neatly arranged on every desk.

Wang Teng looked around and chose a seat at the back, near the window.

"This is a really good spot," he thought to himself. "If this were Naruto, it would probably be the main character's seat."

Not long after, Xiao Wu also came in.

Wang Teng didn't see Tang San, so he probably went out to hunt souls with Yu Xiaogang.

Chapter 22 Study, Boss Xiao

The other first-grade students also arrived one after another.

Wang Teng glanced around and found that there were about forty first-year students, filling the classroom to capacity.

Then, a middle-aged male teacher wearing glasses walked in.

He gently patted the podium and began, "Hello students, I am your first-grade homeroom teacher. For the next year..."

Following the procedure, everyone took turns giving brief self-introductions.

The homeroom teacher spoke a few more words about the start of the school year, and then the morning classes officially began.

Contrary to Wang Teng's expectations, the first lesson did not teach knowledge about soul beasts, nor martial soul theory, and did not even mention the history of Douluo Continent.

The homeroom teacher took out flashcards and patiently began to teach everyone to recognize characters.

“That makes sense.” Wang Teng quickly understood. “After all, everyone is only six years old. Children this age don’t have much self-control.”

"Even if someone has been taught in advance at home, it's hard to say how much they've actually learned."

"The academy probably made this arrangement to take care of all students."

"It seems that the focus of the entire first grade will be on literacy and basic knowledge."

Wang Teng opened the textbook on the table, and sure enough, it was full of stroke exercises, simple arithmetic, and short stories.

As Wang Teng watched his homeroom teacher meticulously demonstrate stroke by stroke on the blackboard, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Then, Wang Teng looked around and noticed that not only him, but also the other students, who were dressed in expensive clothes and clearly came from well-off families, were not reading along. Instead, they were quietly looking at the books they had brought.

"Luckily, I brought the 'Complete Encyclopedia of Soul Beasts' that the master borrowed with me."

Wang Teng pulled out the thick book "Complete Encyclopedia of Soul Beasts, Volume One" from his desk drawer, spread it out on the table, and like the others, immersed himself in his reading.

Nottingham College has four one-hour classes in the morning.