Douluo: I'm Invincible

Chapter 17: Winning

"Begin."

As soon as Wu Changkong finished speaking, Tang Wulin released the Blue Silver Grass at the first opportunity, and at the same time, he quickly exerted force on his legs, rushing 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 in the process of releasing their soul skills, but when fighting with Han Lan in the third round, Nan Fusheng did not knock Han Lan unconscious at the first opportunity.

The difference was that Han Lan moved away from Nan Fusheng at the first opportunity 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 opportunity, but gave his opponent a chance to release their soul skills?

Although it was just a guess, Tang Wulin had no choice but to gamble whether his guess was right, so he chose to rush towards Nan Fusheng at the first opportunity, 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, but his body was tense. 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 opponent's sudden "explosion". However, Tang Wulin did not get up until Nan Fusheng walked in front of him.

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-type 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 field and looked at Nan Fusheng arrogantly. In fact, he wanted to fight with Tang Wulin more. After all, Tang Wulin beat him up 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 at 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. Do you think that this kind of unfairness 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.

"Teacher, what are you going to do?" Xie Xie took two steps back cautiously, but he soon discovered that Wu Changkong's trousers fit him very well, and there was no sign of them falling down even after untying the 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 quickly, 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. He rolled twice on the ground before getting up, covering his shoulder and grimacing.

What's more terrifying is 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 whipped away, he relaxed and became like this.

It's too 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 who was standing aside. Nan Fusheng was also looking at him.

Xie Xie had also seen Nan Fusheng's previous battle, 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 experiencing the bloody abuse of Wu Changkong just now, Xie Xie also restrained his pride and prepared to go all out.

"Begin!"

With Wu Changkong's order, the final showdown of the first-grade Class Five kicked off.

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 was like a nimble cheetah, rushing straight towards Nan Fusheng. Nan Fusheng also released his martial spirit at the first time, looking at Xie Xie rushing towards him, his eyes flickering.

Although the previous battle between Wu Changkong and Xie Xie was just 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."

The first soul skill (revised): Steal.

Familiar posture, familiar pounce, Xie Xie was eliminated before he could deal his damage.

"Nan Fusheng wins."

Wu Changkong looked around at the whole 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 answered his own question.

"No wonder you were assigned to Class 5. You are all useless. But even if you are a piece of scrap metal, I will temper you into steel. You all saw the competition just now. Nan Fusheng's spirit 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 spirit? It is recognized as a useless martial spirit, 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 conducted tomorrow, then dismissed everyone in Class 5.

"Nan Fusheng, Xie Xie, Tang Wulin, the three of you follow me." After saying this last sentence, Wu Changkong turned and walked towards the teaching building.

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