Tang Wulin: Hit My Brother? Me?

"Teacher..."

"You can't be serious, can you?"

Tang Wulin said thoughtfully, unable to stop himself.

It was not just him. The other students beside him also looked completely at a loss, all feeling as though they had said something wrong.

"No."

"You will be fighting me."

"Let me see just how much stronger your Blue Silver Grass is than ordinary Blue Silver Grass."

Wu Changkong shook his head and said slowly.

"So that was it..."

Hearing this, Tang Wulin finally understood. He had thought the other man wanted to beat him up; it turned out he had misunderstood.

"Then..."

"I'm attacking, Teacher."

Tang Wulin nodded seriously, then released his Blue Silver Grass, turning every strand into a sword and stabbing toward him.

This was Blue Silver like a Sword!

"..."

Wu Changkong silently watched the scene before him. He did not even intend to summon his Martial Soul, simply acting on his own to catch all the Blue Silver Grass.

"What other moves do you have?"

"You can show them all."

he said flatly.

"Other moves..."

"Teacher, can I do this one without using my Martial Soul?"

Tang Wulin asked thoughtfully.

"Without using your Martial Soul?"

"As long as you have some method, you may use it."

Wu Changkong was somewhat puzzled, but he still agreed.

After all, what kind of methods could someone use without a Martial Soul...

Just as he was thinking that, a massive hammer suddenly appeared in Tang Wulin's hand before his eyes.

The Thousand Refinements Heavy Silver Hammer, his strongest creation at this stage.

Unlike the little toy he had used when beating Zhou Changxi earlier, this was the weapon that could best bring out his strength at present.

"Hm?"

"A hammer?"

Under Wu Changkong's bewildered gaze, Tang Wulin gripped the Forging Hammer tightly and slammed it toward him.

"..."

The instant the hammer struck his palm, Wu Changkong had not moved in the slightest, yet his face was already full of astonishment.

"Give me that hammer for a moment."

he said slowly.

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang Wulin did not refuse and handed the Forging Hammer over to him.

"..."

"Hm?"

"It's this heavy?"

The moment he took the Forging Hammer, Wu Changkong froze. His face was filled with disbelief. No wonder Tang Wulin could unleash such powerful strikes—this hammer was no ordinary object either.

Generally speaking, anyone capable of using a hammer like this would at least possess the cultivation of a Soul Grandmaster.

"That's enough. We'll stop here."

"Everyone else may leave after school. Tang Wulin, come with me."

Wu Changkong gave Tang Wulin a deep look, then said nothing more. Leaving behind a dashing silhouette, he headed toward the Teaching Building.

"Hm?"

Tang Wulin was slightly stunned, then hurriedly followed after him, quickening his pace.

Inside the private office.

"Your strength..."

"is unimaginably great."

After arriving at the office, before Tang Wulin could ask anything, Wu Changkong was already sighing with emotion as he spoke bluntly.

He had seen many geniuses.

But one whose Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, who could create miracles through sheer strength and smash at him with an extraordinary hammer—he had truly never seen one before.

"My strength..."

"It is indeed somewhat greater."

Tang Wulin did not deny it and nodded.

After all, inside his body...

lived a dragon.

"Even among other Assault Type Soul Masters, probably very few can surpass you in strength, especially when paired with that hammer of yours..."

"Even Soul Grandmasters may not be your match."

Wu Changkong gave him a deep look and said seriously.

"And making Blue Silver Grass sharp..."

"I have never seen Blue Silver Grass develop in such a way. Was that your own idea?"

There was a hint of praise on Wu Changkong's face.

"No, my brother taught me."

Tang Wulin shook his head, his eyes shining as he spoke slowly.

"Your brother..."

"To have such an idea, he must be quite a formidable person."

Wu Changkong nodded thoughtfully.

"But that hammer is a Forging Hammer, isn't it?"

"You're also a Blacksmith? What level are you?"

Wu Changkong asked as he looked at the patterns on the Forging Hammer.

A Blacksmith with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul...

It was truly unheard of.

After all, Tang Wulin's talent had already been poor to begin with. If he wasted even more time on forging, would he not have even less time to cultiva—

"Level 3."

"Huh?"

Upon hearing that, every thought in Wu Changkong's mind vanished. Level 3—he was already a master-level Second Profession expert. And Tang Wulin was only...

Nine Years Old!

"You truly are a genius."

Wu Changkong could not help sighing.

This was an extraordinary genius. Even if his potential as a Soul Master was lacking, with his achievements in forging, his future accomplishments would certainly not be low.

"No more nonsense. As you know, our Class Five is the worst class in the entire grade, but that will no longer be the case."

"On the contrary, it will become the best class."

"Hm?"

Tang Wulin looked confused.

After learning that there were four Soul Grandmasters among the New Students, he understood very clearly just how vast the gap was between his class and his brother's class. How could they possibly surpass them?

"Every grade has a Class Promotion Tournament. The so-called Class Promotion Tournament is when weaker classes challenge upward, eventually becoming the strongest class..."

"I called you here for precisely this reason."

"I will select two more students from the class to join you, and we will fight our way up from Class Four..."

"Our target is Class One."

Wu Changkong's expression remained utterly calm, as though he did not consider the other classes worthy of notice at all.

"..."

"Teacher Wu, you're making things a little difficult for me."

However, hearing Wu Changkong's words, Tang Wulin looked bewildered and could not help stammering.

He was indeed quite interested in the Class Promotion Tournament, and he believed that under Teacher Wu's leadership, he could certainly achieve a decent ranking, but...

Class One was out of the question.

"Making things difficult for you?"

Hearing that, not a ripple appeared on Wu Changkong's cold face. He even seemed a little surprised.

This did not sound like something the person before him should say.

A nine-year-old Level 3 Blacksmith—how could he retreat without even fighting?

Tang Wulin, Tang Wulin, you're far too timid!

"Tell me your reason."

Wu Changkong looked at him and spoke slowly.

"Teacher, if you were talking about anyone else, I really could give it a try..."

"But Class One truly won't work."

Tang Wulin said seriously.

The strongest person in Class One was his brother, a...

Level 28 Soul Grandmaster!

And it was not just him. Three other classmates were also Soul Grandmaster-level experts. One, two, three, four...

Four Soul Grandmasters—what could they possibly use to compete with that?

It was not that Tang Wulin was pessimistic. He simply knew clearly how great the gap between himself and his brother was!

"So what if it's Class One?"

"Aren't they all New Students? Don't be so nervous. Their talent may not be much greater than yours."

"Do not underestimate yourself. Besides, the Class Promotion Tournament is still far away. You have plenty of time."

Wu Changkong's expression remained calm as he patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder.

"..."

Yet Tang Wulin truly could not smile.

Him, challenging his brother?

That was even more terrifying than challenging a Battle Soul Emperor!

"..."

PS: What does everyone think about Wulin's bloodline? After all, there can't possibly be two Golden Dragon Kings. Should the bloodline be retained, or changed into the Golden Dragon bloodline?