Chapter 18 Winning
"start."

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

Tang Wulin had carefully observed Nan Fusheng's three previous rounds of battles. He found that Nan Fusheng's opponents in the first two rounds fainted directly in the process of releasing their spirit skills. However, when fighting against Han Lan in the third round, Nan Fusheng did not knock Han Lan unconscious immediately.

The difference between the two is that Han Lan got away from Nan Fusheng and trapped him at the first opportunity. Although Nan Fusheng won in the end, Tang Wulin still saw a flaw. It seemed that it took a certain amount of time for Nan Fusheng to release his soul skills. Otherwise, why didn't he knock his opponent unconscious at the first opportunity, giving his opponent the opportunity to release his soul skills.

Although it was just a guess, Tang Wulin had no choice but to gamble on whether his guess was right, so he chose to rush towards Nan Fusheng as soon as possible. At the same time, he tried his best to let the blue silver grass cover his figure and Nan Fusheng's sight, hoping to decide the outcome 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 slowly walked towards him. He looked relaxed on the outside, but his body was tense, so that if he found something wrong, he could retreat quickly. After all, the person in front of him was the 'Grandson of the Planes', so he had to be careful of his sudden 'explosion'. However, Nan Fusheng did not get up until he walked in front of Tang Wulin.

There was a glimmer of surprise in Wu Changkong's eyes as well. He nodded and said, "Nan Fusheng wins." With his keen eyesight, he still couldn't figure out the details of Nan Fusheng's soul skills. He could only roughly guess that it was aimed at the spirit, but it didn't seem like the method used by a spirit-type soul master. This also made him a little interested in Nan Fusheng.

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

Xie Xie leaped to the center of the venue and looked at Nan Fusheng arrogantly. In his heart, he wanted to fight with Tang Wulin more. After all, Tang Wulin had beaten him up twice in a row, and each time he hit him in the face. But it didn't matter. It seemed that the other party was from the same hometown as Tang Wulin, and he had even defeated Tang Wulin. So he would get back at Tang Wulin first.

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

"Fourth round, second match, Xie Xie versus Wu Changkong."

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

Wu Zhangkong glanced at him coldly, "You had a bye in the third match. Do you think that unfairness will happen in my class? 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, and Nan Fusheng left the stage on his own accord. Wu Changkong slapped his right hand on his waist and untied his belt.

“Teacher, what are you doing?” Xie Xie took two steps back cautiously, but he soon discovered that Wu Zhangkong’s trousers fit him very well, and there was no sign of them falling down even after unbuckling the belt.

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

Xie Xie’s 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. Run first.

Xie Xie was very confident in his speed. As he retreated, he held the Light Dragon Dagger in front of him.

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 straight stab, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not dodge it.

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!"

At the moment before it was about to stab Xie Xie, the belt softened again and hit his shoulder, sending him flying. He rolled twice on the ground before getting up, covering his shoulder and grimacing.

What was even more terrifying was that sweat instantly fell from 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 extremely nervous. After being blown away, he relaxed and became like this. It was too scary. How strong was Teacher Wu?
“One minute’s rest, then the final.” Wu Zhangkong flicked his wrist, and the belt was wrapped around his waist again, then he walked to the side.

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

Wu Changkong's sword strike was not aimless. In the face of pressure, he seemed to have grasped something. Wu Changkong seemed to have only one sword strike, but his aura blocked all his escape routes and stuck to him, leaving him no chance to escape. In this situation, if he wanted to rush out, what should he do?

"A minute later, get ready."

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

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

However, after having just experienced the brutal beating by Wu Changkong, Xie Xie suppressed his pride and prepared to go all out.

"start!"

With Wu Zhangkong's order, the final showdown between Class 1 and Class 5 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 also raised at the same time, as if there was something invisible. At the same time, the whole person was like an agile cheetah, rushing straight towards Nan Fusheng.

Nan Fusheng also released his martial spirit at the first moment, his eyes flickering as he looked at Xie Xie who was rushing towards him.

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 his spirit also entered an excited state. In this case, Xie Xie's resistance to mental soul skills was greatly enhanced.

"What a pity. I'm not a spiritual soul master."

First soul skill (revised): steal.

A familiar posture, a familiar fall, Xie Xie was eliminated before he could even inflict his damage.

"Nan Fusheng wins."

Wu Zhangkong looked around at the entire class and said coldly, "The competition is over. Do you know how you made me feel?"

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

"No wonder you were assigned to Class 5. You are all useless. However, even if you are just 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 outcome 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 they would conduct physical training tomorrow, 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.

(End of this chapter)