Chapter Fifty-One: Competition

ece of lead silver as much as possible. The degree to which you succeed will determine your score.""Yes!" Tang Wulin didn't think much of it, and immediately started operating skillfully.Open the forg..."Bang!"

Zhou Changxi's retreat, stumbling from one foot to the other, finally reached its end when he lost his balance and collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

While Tang Wulin merely swayed his upper body. A clear disparity in strength was evident.

How could this be Zhou Changxi was utterly dumbfounded. If he had been caught off guard before, what about now Now, he had clearly released his martial soul and even activated his soul skill power amplification, but Tang Wulin's strength was simply overwhelming. His unstoppable force pressed him down, leaving him with no choice but to fall.

"Stop!" Wu Changkong shouted coldly, pointing at Zhou Zhangxi. "You, you're out."

If a Power-type Soul Master loses in terms of power, there's no need to fight any further.

"Why aren't you using your Martial Soul" Wu Changkong looked at Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin said, "He wants to compete in strength with me."

Wu Changkong's eyes were cold, "He makes you eat **, do you eat it Treat every battle as if you were on a battlefield, defeating your opponent is your only goal. Even a lion fighting a rabbit must give it its all. Don't give your opponent even a sliver of a chance. Advancement, wait for the next round."

Elimination if they lose, being criticized if they win. The students' psychological pressure instantly increased.

"Next round."

The second pair to appear were Yun and Xie Xie, standing right next to Tang Wulin and Zhou Changxi.

Yún Ku looked grim and said to Xie Xiè, "Show mercy! I'm an auxiliary Soul Master. I can't fight."

Xie Xiedao: "May you find much fortune."

"Start!"

With a shout from the dance master, Xie Xian instantly darted out. A yellow halo appeared beneath his feet almost at the same moment he charged, moving with incredible speed. The Guanglong dagger flashed with a piercing golden light, appearing before Yun in an instant.

But just then, a strange scene appeared. A white light flashed on the cloud, and most of the students only felt a blur before their eyes. Xie Xihe's sure-fire blow landed in empty air.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had fought twice before, and even agreed to fight again. For this battle, he was very focused. He noticed that the moment Xie Xie charged towards Yun, something on Yun's hand lit up, and then their positions switched. Xie Xie's attack naturally missed.

But Xie Xian's reaction was extremely fast. As he noticed his opponent disappear, the Guanglong dagger instantly slashed backwards. His arm twisted into an unbelievable state of reverse articulation, a series of lights and shadows protecting his back.

Yun only had time to use one soul skill, but he was enveloped once again by the Light Dragon Dagger. His soul skill was unable to be used consecutively.

As he was about to be struck by the Light Dragon Dagger, a large hand appeared, pulling him aside.

"Stop!"

Xie Xian turned around, the Guanglong dagger protecting his chest. His movements were swift but not panicked, his handsome face filled with a murderous aura. His dashing appearance made every female student in the class's eyes light up.

“Not bad, you’ve passed.” Wuchangkong nodded at Xie Xie and then turned to Yun. “You chose the timing for your soul skill well, but you still underestimated your opponent's strength. After activating your soul skill, you should quickly pull away. Since a supporting soul master is restrained by an agile attack soul master, you should try every means possible to strengthen your own survivability.”

"Yes, thank you, teacher." Yun clutched a circular platter in his hand, upon which intricate patterns faintly glowed. He had heard Wu Changkong's words, but at this moment, he was consumed by a different thought: how could Tang Wulin have managed to make Xie Xihe, someone so powerful, look so humiliated

As it turned out, the teachers at Tokai University were indeed insightful when dividing the classes. In the subsequent competitions, almost every match was met with a furious scolding from Wu Changkong.

All twenty students, eight of them were Soul Masters who lacked any combat ability and their auxiliary abilities were quite useless. Among the Combat Soul Masters, three had Martial Souls that were comparable to the level of a Blue Silver Grass.

In the competition, there were even instances where two Soul Masters with no combat ability encountered each other. They just shoved each other around.

Although Wu Changkong had guessed that the overall quality of the Fifth Class students would be poor, he didn't expect it to be this bad. If it weren't for compulsory education, many of these students wouldn't actually make much sense continuing their cultivation, and it would be unlikely for them to even reach level 20.

As things stand, the only one among these students who stands out is Xie Xian.

"The second round begins. You, you, the two of you fight." Wu Changkong's face was grim as he pointed at Tang Wulin and a female student.

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She was a girl who looked very cute and charming, with short, sky-blue hair and big eyes. Seeing her, Tang Wulin couldn't help but think of Na’er. He vaguely remembered that this female classmate’s name was Li Chushui, and her martial soul was a cat.

"Let's go!"

Li Chushui looked a little shy, nodded at Tang Wulin, and then released his martial soul.

His short, azure hair had turned partly white. One of his originally blue eyes was now green. A circle of white spirit rings rose from under his feet, and a cute, little white cat appeared on his shoulder.

Two white hairs sprouted on each palm, and sharp claws sprang out from the fingertips. Its upper body slightly crouched, gracefully pouncing toward Tang Wulin's direction.

Her movements were extremely light and fast. In the previous match, she won by leveraging her speed advantage. Like Xie Xi, she is also a swift attack type Soul Master.

Having been criticized by the previous dance master, Tang Wulin this time also released his martial soul at the first moment. Roots of Blue Silver Grass surged from his palm, and the golden light of grass snakes once again encircled his wrist.

Through these continuous applications, he became very familiar with the intricacies of the soul skill. The blue silver grass, in a fine tendril form, was released but instead of facing the opponent, it wove itself into an irregular large net in front of him, blocking his path.

If Li Chushui continues to charge forward, he will run into this web.

She seemed a little timid, her forward momentum suddenly halting. Her limbs landed simultaneously without making a sound, and her body leaped sideways, as if trying to flank Tang Wulin from the side.

Tang Wulin had tasted the bitter fruit of being close to Xie Xie before. He knew very well that against a melee soul master with such agility, his own speed was simply not enough to dodge the other party's attacks. Therefore, he quickly turned around and adjusted his Blue Silver Grass, maintaining the state he had just now, waiting for the opponent to crash into the net.

Li Chushui constantly changed positions, trying to find a weakness. Tang Wulin stared intently at her, calmly waiting. He believed that since they were both releasing their martial souls, and the opponent was moving at high speed while he simply waited, his consumption would be less than hers.

When your control over blue silver grass isn't quite good yet, a passive approach is the best choice.

While constantly changing positions, Tang Wulin also kept adjusting his Blue Silver Grass net, making it more and more organized, completely filling any potential gaps.

Those strands of Blue Silver Grass shimmered with a crystal-like luster. Tang Wulin, unintentionally discovering it, noticed at the root of the Blue Silver Grass in his palm, golden threads flickering faintly.l. 。The key is the badge of the holy craftsman. 。A saint-level blacksmith, a master craftsman of the seventh rank, Tang Wulin aspires to be. 。"Master, soul forging is difficult, right" Tang Wulin ask...