Douluo: I'm Invincible

Chapter 39: Killing the Chicken to Scare the Monkey

Wu Changkong said calmly, "Alright, that's all for today's mecha lesson. There are only two core points you need to remember.

First, a truly powerful mecha is called battle armor. The weapons that powerful Spirit Masters rely on are battle armor.

Second, you must determine a second career related to mechas within three years."

Simple enough—and just the kind of lesson Nan Fusheng and the others were most interested in. It was a straightforward class.

At this moment, Tang Wulin suddenly asked, "Teacher Wu, when can we see a real battle armor?" He had been listening closely and now finally voiced what he most wanted to know.

Wu Changkong glanced at him and replied, "When you complete the first stage of practical exercises, then you can see one. Whoever finishes first will see it first. You're not qualified yet."

Practical exercises? Exercises between Spirit Masters?

Before they could ask for clarification, Wu Changkong continued, "The next lesson is a practical exercise. Right here. Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin—help move the desks aside and clear the middle of the classroom."

Here? Wouldn't they damage things by using their Spirit abilities?

Though confused, Nan Fusheng and the others obeyed without question.

"Tang Wulin, come here," Wu Changkong called.

"Yes," Tang Wulin replied quickly, stepping forward.

"What do you think of your match yesterday?" Wu Changkong asked coldly.

After thinking a moment, Tang Wulin said, "We were all too eager to win. Since we're classmates, we shouldn't have hurt each other. We should've known when to stop."

Wu Changkong waved his hand. "I'm not asking about that. I'm asking what you felt during the battle. How do you think you performed?"

Tang Wulin answered, "It was a bit chaotic. It was our first time seeing each other's abilities. We lacked coordination—at least, the four of us. The other group had some teamwork, but it wasn't really seamless either."

"Chaotic?" Wu Changkong sneered. "It was worse than chaotic. It was a disaster."

All five students—except Nan Fusheng—were stunned. As the most talented first-year students, specially admitted to Class Zero, they had always been confident in their abilities. To hear their performance described as a disaster was a shock.

Wu Changkong fixed his eyes on Tang Wulin. "To be honest, I'm very disappointed. You've been training under me for three months. Your teamwork should be passable by now.

But the moment the match started, you threw away your advantages. Xie Xie's arm deserved to be broken."

Xie Xie froze in disbelief. He hadn't expected such a harsh judgment from his teacher.

Wu Changkong didn't stop there. He went on to criticize all six students, pointing out every flaw in their performance and belittling them until they couldn't even argue back.

His criticism was sharp, but undeniably accurate.

Finally, Wu Changkong said coldly, "All six of you share the same fundamental problem, and this is what we'll focus on in today's practical lesson:

You lack basic combat skills and practical experience. I'm not just talking about using martial spirits and Spirit skills—you're lacking even more in basic combat ability without them."

Basic combat ability?

Do Spirit Masters really need such things? Don't they just rely on Spirit skills in battle?

"Do you think basic combat training is pointless?"

Gu Yue replied, "Yes, Teacher Wu. My ability is elemental control. In battle, I just need to keep suppressing the opponent with elements. Whether one enemy or many—if my elements are strong enough, the battle ends there.

Basic combat seems meaningless to me. I should be focusing on increasing my Spirit power and spiritual strength."

Wu Changkong nodded. "If that's what you think, let's test it. Gu Yue, come up here.

You and Tang Wulin will attack me together. I won't use any Spirit skills, and I'll suppress my soul power to your level—around rank 13. Spirit included."

As he spoke, he walked over to the podium, picked up a teaching stick, and returned to the center.

Gu Yue had already stepped forward to stand beside Tang Wulin. He wasn't going to use his martial spirit or Spirit skills? Wasn't that a bit arrogant?

Still, after three months of training, Gu Yue and Tang Wulin had developed a solid degree of teamwork—close combat for Wulin, ranged support for Gu Yue.

But no matter how well they worked together, they couldn't even touch Wu Changkong.

With his flawless swordsmanship and Tang Sect techniques, Wu Changkong completely overwhelmed them. By the time the match ended, the other four were stunned.

This… he's that strong?

The classroom fell silent.

Wu Changkong reappeared in front of Tang Wulin, eyes fixed on the fading golden scales on Wulin's right arm, clearly deep in thought.

"Teacher, were those the basic skills you used just now?" Xie Xie asked in awe.

Wu Changkong nodded. "Still think basic skills are useless? Basic combat forms the foundation of everything.

Martial spirits and Spirit skills may give you power—but it's your mastery of the basics that determines how strong you truly become.

Those fundamentals are also crucial for battle armor and regular mechas. Starting today—and for a long time ahead—basic combat training will be your primary focus."

Of course, Wu Changkong had another purpose behind this demonstration: to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. He needed to break the pride of Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, both of whom had always been unmatched in their previous class.

If he didn't knock them down now, they might become a problem during future training.

Why choose Tang Wulin? Because he had beaten Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi most decisively during the promotion match—enough to leave them with psychological trauma.

As for Gu Yue, she had openly challenged Wu Changkong's viewpoint. To lead Class Zero effectively, he had to make her recognize her own shortcomings. Plus, in the promotion match, Gu Yue had forced Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi to use their Spirit fusion technique. Beating both of them now would help cement Wu Changkong's authority.

And why not pick Nan Fusheng?

Simple—if the battle turned too violent and led to disfigurement again, it would ruin his image as an untouchable teacher. Wu Changkong needed a flawless victory, and besides, Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi hadn't formed much of an impression of Nan Fusheng due to his usual laziness.

In fact, Wu Changkong had spoken privately with Nan Fusheng about this beforehand (under the influence of the Time Worm), asking if he had any objections. Apparently, Nan Fusheng had explained something… though Wu Changkong couldn't quite remember what. No matter—it wasn't a problem now. Bringing it up again would only affect his dignity as a teacher.

The results spoke for themselves. Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi now sat quietly, listening attentively to every word Wu Changkong said.

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