Chapter 26 Wu Changkong is nearly disfigured

After entering a state of concentration, Tang Wulin became particularly clear-headed. He knew very clearly that if he stepped back, his left-hand hammer would not be able to reach his teacher.

Therefore, he suddenly let go of the hammer in his left hand, letting it fly out and smash directly towards Wu Changkong.

Wu Zhangkong casually shook the wooden sword in his hand and hit his left hammer horizontally.

Wu Changkong's martial soul is originally the sword. What he pursues is the realm of breaking all laws with one sword. Therefore, no matter what the enemy's attack is or who the enemy is, he only relies on the sword.

However, this time he suffered a loss.

When the hammer and sword collided, Wu Zhangkong felt a strong force coming from the wooden sword in his hand. Although it was not comparable to his own strength, he did not release his martial spirit and only used a small part of his spirit power. He immediately found that his wooden sword could not bear it.

Before he could inject more soul power, two more powers came from the wooden sword. At the same time, a familiar feeling of dizziness came over him again, and Wu Changkong lost consciousness for a while.

"Crack!" The wooden sword broke, and the thousand-forged silver hammer smashed towards his head.

"Dance teacher!"

Seeing that the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer was about to blow Wu Changkong's head off, Tang Wulin couldn't help but shout loudly.

Perhaps it was the sense of crisis between life and death, or perhaps it was Tang Wulin's roar that woke Wu Changkong up. When the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer was approaching his face, Wu Changkong finally woke up.

When he saw the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer that was just about to hit his face, he finally exploded!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black! Six soul rings emerged from Wu Changkong's body. As his soul power exploded, the momentum of the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer stopped. A long sword appeared in his hand at some point, and Wu Changkong used the sword to knock the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer away.

The seemingly small forging hammer fell to the ground with a loud roar, which startled Xie Xie and Gu Yue who were about to come to support.

Not only were they surprised that Tang Wulin had forced Teacher Wu to retreat and broke his wooden sword, they were also shocked that Teacher Wu was a six-ring Soul Emperor!
“Stop! You win this competition.” Wu Changkong raised his hand to stop Gu Yue and Xie Xie who were about to attack again. When he used his martial spirit, he had actually already lost.

Frankly speaking, Wu Zhangkong was actually sweating a little. When he was hit by Nan Fusheng's spirit skill at the beginning, he highly concentrated his mental power.

In his opinion, with his six-ring Soul Emperor-level mental power, even if Nan Fusheng's soul skills were a bit weird, as long as he was prepared, a soul master's first soul skill was nothing to worry about.

But he almost capsized in the gutter. Nan Fusheng actually used his soul skill when Tang Wulin's Thousand Forged Silver Hammer broke his wooden sword and successfully made him fall into a state of unconsciousness. When the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer was close to his face, he also subconsciously used his martial soul.

Otherwise, even if the hammer didn't blow my head off,
He would have to stay in the hospital for at least a while. He would definitely not be able to save his face. A cold and arrogant male god also had to maintain his dignity. If he was beaten into the hospital by these kids, he didn't know if he would have the face to come back and teach them a lesson.

"Oh, we won. We beat Teacher Wu."

Xie Xie on the side was shouting excitedly, and the three of them were smiling. After all, Teacher Wu was a six-ringed Soul Emperor! Even if it was a bit tricky, winning was winning.

Wu Zhangkong, who was standing aside, looked at the yelling Xie Xie and secretly made a note of him in his heart. He would definitely take good care of Xie Xie in the future.
He contributed throughout the competition but not much, and in the end when he attacked Tang Wulin, he held Gu Yue back and prevented her from providing support. Even after winning, he was still shouting and yelling, as if he was afraid that others didn't know he had won.

Xie Xie, who was standing aside, didn’t know that he had been noted down in Wu Changkong’s notebook, but he instinctively felt a chill.

“Nan Fusheng, use your soul skill on me again.” Wu Changkong said to Nan Fusheng.

“Okay.” Nan Fusheng didn’t waste any words and directly used Steal on Wu Changkong.

As the light symbolizing the ten-year soul ring flickered, Wu Zhangkong held his breath and focused his mind, staring closely at Nan Fusheng, and a sense of trance came over him again.

"Nan Fusheng, do you mind telling me about your own soul skills?" Wu Zhangkong said directly to Nan Fusheng. It is a taboo to ask about the soul master's soul skills.
Unless they are close friends, they usually don't ask, so Wu Changkong asked Nan Fusheng for his opinion. "Well, Teacher Wu, my first soul skill: Time Deprivation, can deprive others of their consciousness for a period of time, depending on the strength and mental strength of both parties.

The stronger the opponent is, the shorter the time I can control it. As for the range, as long as the opponent is within my sight or locked with my mental power, I can use it. "Nan Fusheng said half-truthfully.

"A soul skill that can deprive others of their consciousness? A soul skill that can allow a soul master to control a soul emperor like me for a short period of time. It seems that his martial soul may be more powerful than I thought. Time worm? Time?"

Just as Wu Zhangkong was thinking deeply, he saw the thousand-forged silver hammer that broke his wooden sword.

"There's something strange about your hammer."

Wu Zhangkong came back to his senses and looked at Tang Wulin who was retrieving the hammer. Nan Fusheng's spirit skill had indeed controlled him before, but it was Tang Wulin's hammer that played the decisive role.

Tang Wulin said: "This is a heavy silver hammer, which is heavier than an ordinary forging hammer."

"How heavy is it? Let me see." Xie Xie was very interested in this hammer that could break Teacher Wu's wooden sword. He ran over quickly and grabbed the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer in Tang Wulin's hand.

"Bang!" The heavy silver hammer fell to the ground the moment it left Tang Wulin's hand. The huge inertia caused Xie Xie to fall directly to the ground.

“Ouch!” Xie Xie cried out in pain, “What the hell is this thing? Why is it so heavy?”

Wu Zhangkong walked over and picked up the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer. He couldn't help but be moved. No wonder his wooden sword was broken. The weight of this hammer...

"A single handle weighs about 150 kilograms."

Wu Zhangkong said: "Just now it transmitted three forces. Is this under your control, or is it something else?"

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment and said, "It's the ability of the hammer itself. After the metal is forged a thousand times, it will produce some uncertain special effects. My Shenyin Hammer also has this ability, called the Stacked Hammer."

Although Wu Changkong didn't know how to forge, he could tell how valuable the pair of thousand-forged silver hammers were. He nodded slightly and said, "You are very talented in forging? I did some research and found that Mu Xi, who is going to compete with you in forging today, is the daughter of the president of the East Sea City Forgers Association."

"Well, I'm a blacksmith." Thinking of the courtesy he received in the blacksmith association, Tang Wulin suddenly felt much better.

Wu Zhangkong's eyes showed a thoughtful look. He raised his hand and said to Tang Wulin: "Come, hold my hand."

“Pull me with all your strength, let me feel how powerful you are.” Wu Changkong said.

"Oh." Tang Wulin responded, took a deep breath, and exerted strength with his arms.

Wu Changkong was well prepared this time, and he stood there motionless like a nail.

Tang Wulin's face gradually turned red as he tried his best. Although Wu Zhangkong did not move, the faint fluctuations of his soul power showed that he was not so relaxed. At least he needed soul power support to avoid being pulled by Tang Wulin.

"Okay." After a moment, Wu Changkong called a halt.

Only then did Tang Wulin stop his strength.

A strange look flashed across Wu Zhangkong's cold face, and he patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder, "The four of you will fight together in the promotion match. Your strength can reach such a level, then our tactics will be interesting."

(End of this chapter)