Douluo: Guardian of Time and Space

"You are responsible for compensating Tang Wulin for a school uniform."

"Uh..." Xie Xie's face turned dark. If he lost, he would be scolded. If he won, he would lose money. Damn it!

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

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!" This cold and arrogant male god directly asked and answered his own question.

"No wonder you are divided into Class Five. You are all useless. But even if you are a piece of scrap metal, I will refine you into steel. You have all seen the competition just now. What is Tang Wulin's martial spirit? It is recognized that you are a piece of scrap metal. Abandoned Martial Soul Lan Yin Cao, but he reached the finals and almost won."

Wu Zhangkong talked to himself, completely ignoring Xie Xie's feelings.

grass!It's like it was an accident that I won!Xie Xie thought dissatisfied.

Regardless of what he thought, Wu Zhangkong continued: "He relies not only on Bluesilver Grass, but also on physical abilities. Some people may say that physical strength is useful at this stage. When everyone's soul power increases, they will have more souls." After the skill is acquired, it will be useless.”

"But, let me tell you: you are not qualified to think about having too many soul skills. Ask yourselves, how many people can achieve the level of possessing a second soul ring..."

A group of people lowered their heads, wondering how long Wu Zhangkong had scolded them.

"That's it for this morning's class. Regarding today's competition, you should think carefully about it after you go back. In the afternoon, meditation will be taught in the theory class. Dismissed!"

These words are the longest that Leng Ao has said since he became the head teacher, but they also tell a fact.

Class [-] is really useless.

"Xie Xie, Tang Wulin, you two come with me." After saying these last words, Wu Zhangkong turned and walked towards the teaching building.

Wu Changkong brought the two of them to his office. His office was pitifully small, only ten square meters.

Except for a desk, a bookcase, and a chair, there is nothing else to put on it.

"When I said waste just now, it also included you two!"

Wu Zhangkong looked at Tang Wulin, "You performed well today, but your advantages were not fully utilized."

"Your martial spirit should have mutated." At this point, Wu Zhangkong paused.

"Your Blue Silver Grass should be stronger than ordinary people after mutation. But your soul power is too weak and you won't be able to hold on for long. As long as your opponent's soul power is higher than yours, you won't have much chance."

"Also, what's going on with your pair of hammers?" As he spoke, Wu Zhangkong suddenly changed the subject.

Tang Wulin said helplessly: "I have learned blacksmithing."

Anyway, he didn't talk about himself. Xie Xie just looked at himself and started eating melon seeds.

Suddenly a cold voice sounded in my ears: "Isn't it an honor to be forced by a Blue Silver Grass soul master to use twin martial souls?"

Xie Xie was so frightened that he almost flew up from where he was and was speechless for a moment.

"Teacher, what are twin martial spirits?" Tang Wulin asked curiously.

Wu Zhangkong frowned, "Is your junior college teacher a jobber? He doesn't even know about twin martial arts?"

"Twin martial souls means there are two martial souls. Generally, the owners of twin martial souls are innately full of soul power, so it is much easier to practice. Moreover, both martial souls can be attached with soul rings."

"But..." Wu Zhangkong glanced at Xie Xie as he spoke.

"After entering the soul age, one is subject to mental constraints. No one's mental power can withstand the soul supporting eighteen soul rings."

"Unless you have a spirit as powerful as Spirit Ice Douluo, the first tower master of the Spirit Transferring Pagoda."

When Xie Xie heard what Wu Zhangkong said, he suddenly felt that the twin martial spirits were no longer fragrant.

Otherwise... lose the Shadow Dragon Dagger?

Xie Xie Neng stood there, lowering his head and thinking, which martial spirit to throw away.

Tang Wulin looked at Xie Xie, they are all human beings, why is it so unfair?

He is a useless martial spirit but he has a twin martial spirit. The gap is too big.

Wu Zhangkong suddenly asked Tang Wulin: "Do you think his martial spirit is good?"

Tang Wulin looked at him, is there any need to say this?

Wu Zhangkong curled his lips, "It may not be better than yours. His martial spirit is a dagger, and the second martial spirit should be the same, but it is invisible."

"The attack range of a dagger is short. What can it do in modern mecha battles? The agility and attack type war spirit masters are the most restricted after becoming a mecha master. And the control system spirit master's martial spirit can help in mecha combat. It’s the biggest.”

Xie Xie looked at Wu Zhangkong with a face as dark as a pot, "You are not a control soul master in terms of feelings, so you have the nerve to talk to me?"

Wu Zhangkong didn't even look at him, "Okay, let's get down to business."

"Every new school year, the college will have a competition, both in the intermediate department and the senior department. We have a total of six grades in the intermediate department, and all will participate in it. The competition is called the promotion competition."

"Promotion match?" Tang Wulin's eyes showed doubts.

Wu Zhangkong sat on the chair, took a sip of tea and said calmly: "The so-called promotion competition is a competition between classes of each grade. For example, if we play Class [-], then we can be promoted from Class [-] to Class [-]. The class that wins the class can continue to challenge forward, and the challenge can be continued until the sixth grade. The class that skips the challenge will be rewarded every time it wins."

But Xie Xie was not interested at all. Glory was of no use and life was the most important thing.

"That means our class is the first to challenge?" Xie Xie said nonchalantly.

"Yes!" Wu Zhangkong nodded, "For the class, this is a glorious battle."

"But the minimum number of participants is two, so Tang Wulin will join the battle with you." Wu Zhangkong's conversation turned to Tang Wulin again.

Tang Wulin turned to look at Wu Zhangkong in shock, "Teacher, do you mean to let me compete with Xie Xie?"

Wu Zhangkong leaned back on his chair and suddenly acted generously, "It's okay if you have a better choice."

At this time, Xie Xie wanted to hit Wuchangkong to death with a brick. This was too damn biased!

"Okay, great!" Tang Wulin looked extremely happy, completely different from Xie.

Wu Zhangkong said: "The competition will be held in a month. Starting tomorrow, in addition to class, I will conduct special training for you two every night. The task I set for you is very simple. Put the name of our class, Become a first grade class.”

"Um, teacher." Xie Xie said carefully, "Can I not participate?"

Wu Zhangkong raised his eyebrows, "It's not impossible." As he said that, he reached for his belt.

Xie Xie looked at the belt, shuddered instantly, and nodded like a chicken.

"I will participate, I will participate!"

Tang Wulin asked subconsciously: "Then if we fail...well!"

Xie Xie stepped forward and covered Tang Wulin's mouth. Tang Wulin's faint fragrance floated into Xie Xie's nose.

But Xie Xie was not in the mood to care so much.

Looking at Wu Zhangkong who was smiling in front of them, the two of them instantly felt a cold air suddenly rising from their tailbones, and it was bone-chilling.

"Teacher, I suddenly remembered that we have something to do, so I won't disturb you anymore and let's go first!" After saying that, he pulled Tang Wulin and ran all the way.

Xie Xie was still a little frightened as she rushed all the way back to the dormitory. She was indeed the upgraded version of Old Mrs. Zhou.

"Um, can you let go..." Tang Wulin said weakly.

If you tie up the hair covering your ears, you might still be able to see the red and purple earlobes.

Xie Xie let go of his hand casually, feeling that Tang Wulin was a little disappointed.

It turns out that Tang Wulin's hands are so soft, no wonder Gu Yue likes to hold his hand, so now that Gu Yue is not here, can I...?

Bah bah!What am I thinking? I am a straight man of titanium alloy and steel!

Xie Xie shook his head and tried to get rid of these messy things.