Wu Changkong Nearly Suffers Disfigurement

Once Tang Wulin entered a focused state, his mind became exceptionally clear. He knew perfectly well that if he retreated, his left-hand hammer would never be able to reach Teacher Wu.

Therefore, he abruptly released the hammer in his left hand, letting it fly from his grasp straight at Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong casually flicked the wooden sword in his hand, swinging it sideways at Tang Wulin's left-hand hammer.

Wu Changkong's Martial Soul was originally a sword. What he pursued was the realm of One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws. Thus, no matter what attack his opponent used or who that opponent was, all he relied on was his sword.

Yet this time, he suffered a loss.

When hammer and sword collided, Wu Changkong felt a considerable force transmitted through the wooden sword in his hand. Though it could not compare to his own strength, he had not released his Martial Soul and had used only a tiny portion of his Soul Power. He immediately realized that his wooden sword could not quite withstand it.

Before he could pour more Soul Power into it, two more bursts of force came through the wooden sword in rapid succession. At the same time, that familiar dizziness struck again, and Wu Changkong blanked out.

Crack! The wooden sword snapped, and the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer smashed fiercely toward his head.

"Teacher Wu!"

Seeing that the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer was about to smash Wu Changkong's head apart, Tang Wulin could not help shouting.

Perhaps it was the instinctive sense of danger between life and death, or perhaps Tang Wulin's shout had awakened him. Wu Changkong finally regained consciousness when the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer was right in front of his face.

When he saw the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer, just inches away from touching his face, he finally erupted!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black! Six Soul Rings emerged from Wu Changkong's body. As his Soul Power burst forth, the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer's momentum halted. At some point, a longsword had appeared in his hand, and Wu Changkong sent the hammer flying with a slash.

The seemingly small Forging Hammer struck the ground with a tremendous boom, startling Xie Xie and Gu Yue, who had been about to rush over in support.

They were not only shocked that Tang Wulin had forced Teacher Wu back and even broken his wooden sword, but also stunned that Teacher Wu was actually a Six-Ring Spirit Emperor!

"Stop! You won this match." Wu Changkong raised his hand to stop Gu Yue and Xie Xie, who were about to continue attacking. The moment he used his Martial Soul, he had already lost.

To be honest, Wu Changkong was breaking out in a cold sweat as well. After being hit by Nan Fusheng's Spirit Skill at the start, he had focused his Spiritual Power to the utmost.

In his view, with the Spiritual Power of a Six-Ring Spirit Emperor, even if Nan Fusheng's Spirit Skill was somewhat strange, as long as he was on guard, a Spirit Master's First Soul Skill posed no threat at all.

But he had nearly stumbled in a ditch. Nan Fusheng had actually used his Spirit Skill while Tang Wulin's Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer was breaking his wooden sword, successfully plunging him into a daze. When the hammer neared his face, he had instinctively summoned his Martial Soul.

Otherwise, even if that hammer did not smash his head apart,

he would at least have spent some time in the hospital. Either way, his face would definitely not have been spared. The Cold Arrogant Male God cared about his image. If these children sent him to the hospital, he did not know whether he would still have the face to come back and teach them.

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

Xie Xie shouted excitedly from the side, and all three wore smiles. Teacher Wu was a Six-Ring Spirit Emperor, after all! Even if they had won through a few tricks, a win was a win.

Wu Changkong watched the shouting Xie Xie from the side and quietly made a mental note. He would definitely put Xie Xie through some proper hardship later.

Xie Xie had contributed during the match, but not much. In the end, when he attacked Tang Wulin, he had even held Gu Yue back and prevented her from offering support. Yet after winning, he was still yelling here as if afraid people would not know he had won.

Xie Xie still had no idea that Wu Changkong had put him on his little list. He merely instinctively felt a chill run down his spine.

"Nan Fusheng, use your Spirit Skill on me one more time," Wu Changkong said to Nan Fusheng.

"Okay." Nan Fusheng did not waste words and immediately used Steal on Wu Changkong.

As the light representing a ten-year Soul Ring flickered, Wu Changkong held his breath and focused, staring intently at Nan Fusheng. Another wave of disorientation followed.

"Nan Fusheng, would you mind explaining your Spirit Skill?" Wu Changkong asked bluntly. Asking about a Spirit Master's Spirit Skills was a major taboo.

Unless they were close companions, people generally would not ask such questions. That was why Wu Changkong first sought Nan Fusheng's permission.

"Mm, Teacher Wu, my First Soul Skill is Time Deprivation. It can deprive others of their consciousness for a period of time, depending on both sides' strength and Spiritual Power.

"The stronger the opponent, the shorter the time I can control them. As for the range, as long as they are within my line of sight or locked onto by my Spiritual Power, I can use it." Nan Fusheng spoke half-truthfully.

"A Spirit Skill that can deprive others of consciousness? A Spirit Skill that lets a Spirit Master restrain a Spirit Emperor like me, even briefly... It seems his Martial Soul may be even more powerful than I thought. Time Worm? Time?"

Just as Wu Changkong was deep in thought, he noticed the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer that had broken his wooden sword.

"There is something strange about your hammer."

Wu Changkong came back to himself and looked at Tang Wulin, who was retrieving his hammer. Nan Fusheng's Spirit Skill had indeed restrained him, but Tang Wulin's hammer was what had truly sealed the outcome.

Tang Wulin said, "These are Heavy Silver Hammers. They are a bit heavier than ordinary Forging Hammers."

"How heavy are they? Let me see." Xie Xie was extremely interested in the hammer that had broken Teacher Wu's wooden sword. He quickly ran over and grabbed the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer in Tang Wulin's hand.

Clang! The instant the Heavy Silver Hammer left Tang Wulin's hand, it dropped straight to the ground. Its enormous inertia sent Xie Xie sprawling face-first onto the floor.

"Ow!" Xie Xie cried out in pain. "Y-you, what is this thing? Why is it so heavy?"

Wu Changkong walked over and picked up the Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammer. Even he could not help being moved. No wonder his wooden sword had been smashed apart. The weight of this hammer...

"Each one weighs around one hundred and fifty kilograms."

Wu Changkong said, "There were three bursts of force coming from it just now. Was that your control, or something else?"

Tang Wulin hesitated before saying, "It is an ability of the hammer itself. After metal undergoes Thousand Refinement, it can develop certain unpredictable special effects. My Heavy Silver Hammers have one too. It is called Stacking Hammer."

Although Wu Changkong did not understand Forging, he could tell how valuable this pair of Thousand-Refined Heavy Silver Hammers was. He nodded slightly. "You are very talented at Forging? I looked into it. Mu Xi, the one who challenged you to a Forging match today, is the daughter of the Association President of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association."

"Mm, I am a Blacksmith." Remembering the respectful treatment he had received at the Blacksmith Association, Tang Wulin immediately felt much better.

A thoughtful look appeared in Wu Changkong's eyes. He raised a hand toward Tang Wulin. "Come, hold my hand."

"Pull me with all your strength. Let me feel just how strong you are," Wu Changkong said.

"Okay." Tang Wulin answered, took a deep breath, and pulled backward with all his might.

This time, Wu Changkong was prepared. He stood there like a nail driven into the ground, completely motionless.

As Tang Wulin gave it everything he had, his little face gradually flushed red. Wu Changkong himself did not move, but the faint fluctuations of Soul Power around him showed that he was not finding it so easy. At the very least, he needed Soul Power to avoid being pulled by Tang Wulin.

"Alright." After a moment, Wu Changkong called for him to stop.

Only then did Tang Wulin release his strength.

A strange expression flashed across Wu Changkong's cold face. He patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder. "The four of you will fight together in the Class Promotion Tournament. Since your strength can reach this level, our tactics will become interesting."