Douluo: Starting from Source Castle, I am invincible

Chapter 18 Winning

"Begin."

As soon as Wu Changkong finished speaking, Tang Wulin released the Blue Silver Grass at the first moment, and at the same time, his legs quickly exerted force, and the whole person rushed towards Nan Fusheng at a rapid speed.

Tang Wulin had carefully observed Nan Fusheng's three rounds of battles before. He found that Nan Fusheng's opponents in the first two rounds fainted directly during the process of releasing soul skills, but when fighting with Han Lan in the third round, Nan Fusheng did not knock Han Lan unconscious at the first moment.

The difference between the two is that Han Lan moved away from Nan Fusheng at the first moment and trapped him. Although Nan Fusheng still won in the end, Tang Wulin still saw a flaw. Nan Fusheng's soul skills seemed to take a certain amount of time to release. Otherwise, why didn't he knock his opponent unconscious at the first moment, but gave his opponent a chance to release soul skills instead.

Although it was just a guess, Tang Wulin could only gamble on whether his guess was right, so he chose to rush to Nan Fusheng as soon as possible, and at the same time, he tried his best to let the blue silver grass cover his figure and Nan Fusheng's sight, wanting to decide the winner as quickly as possible. What a pity!

"First Soul Skill (revised): Steal."

Tang Wulin finally fell down. When he fell to the ground, Nan Fusheng also slowly walked towards him. He looked relaxed on the outside, but his body was tense. In this way, if he found something wrong, he could quickly retreat. After all, the opponent was the "Grandson of the Plane", so he had to be careful of the other party's sudden "explosion". However, he did not get up until Nan Fusheng walked in front of Tang Wulin.

Wu Changkong's eyes also flashed a strange color, nodded, and said: "Nan Fusheng wins." With his eyesight, he still couldn't see the details of Nan Fusheng's soul skills. He could only roughly guess that it was aimed at the spirit, but it didn't look like the method of a spirit-based soul master, which also made him a little interested in Nan Fusheng.

Wu Changkong said to Xie Xie: "Xie Xie, it's your turn."

Xie Xie jumped to the center of the venue and looked at Nan Fusheng arrogantly. In fact, he wanted to fight with Tang Wulin more. After all, Tang Wulin beat him twice in a row, and each time he hit his face. But it's okay. The other party and Tang Wulin seem to be from the same hometown, and he beat Tang Wulin. Then he will get back the ground from the other party first.

When Xie Xie was brewing his feelings and preparing to deal with Nan Fusheng, suddenly, a cold voice sounded from the side.

"Fourth round, second game, Xie Xie vs. Wu Changkong."

"What?" Xie Xie exclaimed and turned his head to look at the cold and arrogant male god.

Wu Changkong glanced at him coldly, "You were given a bye in the third match before. Do you think that this unfair situation will happen in my class? You take my attack once, and then fight Nan Fusheng."

Xie Xie stared at him in amazement, "Teacher Wu, you are not kidding. You are a teacher."

Wu Changkong had already walked to Nan Fusheng and waved to him. Nan Fusheng left the field on his own accord. Wu Changkong slapped his right hand on his waist and untied his belt directly.

"Teacher, what are you going to do?" Xie Xie took two steps back vigilantly, but he soon discovered that Wu Changkong's trousers fit very well, and there was no sign of them falling off even if he untied his belt.

Wu Changkong shook his wrist, and the belt was stretched straight. He said lightly: "I won't release my martial spirit, you just need to take my sword." As he spoke, he took a step with his left foot, and the belt sword in his hand had already stabbed towards Xie Xie.

Xie Xie's actual combat experience can be said to be the most abundant among all the students in the class. His martial spirit was released instantly, and his body retreated like lightning.

What a joke, if you don't release your martial spirit, you won't be strong? With the support of soul power, there is no difference between the belt and the sword. Let's run first.

Xie Xie was very confident in his speed. While retreating, he protected himself with the Light Dragon Dagger.

However, a shocking scene happened. He retreated rapidly, but Wu Changkong's belt sword was always in front of him. It looked like a simple stab, but he couldn't dodge it no matter how hard he tried.

"Snap!"

"Ouch!"

The moment before it was about to stab Xie Xie, the belt softened again and hit his shoulder, causing him to fly out horizontally. He rolled twice on the ground before getting up, covering his shoulder and grimacing.

What was even more terrifying was that sweat instantly fell on Xie Xie's forehead. In the moment before Wu Changkong hit him, he even felt as if his life was about to end. The strong pressure made him highly nervous. After being slapped away, he relaxed and became like this.

It's so scary. How strong is Teacher Wu?

"One minute to rest, then the finals." Wu Changkong shook his wrist, put the belt around his waist again, and then walked to the side.

Xie Xie wiped his sweat and stood there, with a thoughtful look on his face, thinking about the pressure brought by the sword just now.

Wu Changkong's sword was not aimless. In the face of pressure, he seemed to have grasped something. Wu Changkong seemed to have only one sword, but his aura blocked all his retreat routes, and stuck to him so that he had no chance to escape. In this case, if you want to rush out, what should you do?

"One minute is up, get ready."

Xie Xie raised his head again and looked at Nan Fusheng standing aside. Nan Fusheng was also looking at him.

Xie Xie had also seen Nan Fusheng's previous battles, but like Tang Wulin, he believed that Nan Fusheng's soul skills needed time to release, and he thought that with his speed, he could definitely take him down before Nan Fusheng released his soul skills.

However, after being beaten by Wu Changkong, Xie Xie suppressed his pride and prepared to go all out.

"Begin!"

With Wu Changkong's order, the final showdown between the first-grade class and the fifth class began.

Xie Xie released his martial spirit, and the light dragon dagger flashed in his palm. His right hand holding the light dragon dagger moved slightly to the side, and his left hand was raised at the same time, as if there was something invisible. At the same time, the whole person rushed towards Nan Fusheng like a nimble cheetah.

Nan Fusheng also released his martial spirit at the first time, looking at Xie Xie who rushed towards him, his eyes flickered.

Although the previous battle between Wu Changkong and Xie Xie was only a one-sided beating, after experiencing Wu Changkong's sword, Xie Xie not only gained some insights, but also entered a state of excitement. In this case, Xie Xie's resistance to spiritual soul skills was greatly enhanced.

"What a pity, I am not a spiritual soul master."

First soul skill (revised): stealing.

Familiar posture, familiar fall, Xie Xie was eliminated before he could deal any damage.

"Nan Fusheng wins."

Wu Changkong looked around the class and said coldly: "The competition is over. Do you know how you make me feel?"

"A rotten tree cannot be carved!" This arrogant male god asked and answered himself.

"No wonder you were assigned to Class 5. You are all useless. But even if you are a piece of scrap iron, I will temper you into steel. You all saw the competition just now. Nan Fusheng's soul power is far behind Xie Xie's, but he defeated Xie Xie in the end. At the same time, what is Tang Wulin's martial soul? The recognized useless martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. If he hadn't met Nan Fusheng, the result of his battle with Xie Xie would still be unknown."

Wu Changkong criticized the people in Class 5, told them the importance of physical fitness, and announced that physical training would be carried out tomorrow, and then dismissed everyone in Class 5.

“Nan Fusheng, Xie Xie, Tang Wulin, the three of you follow me.” After saying these last words, Wu Zhangkong turned and walked towards the teaching building.