Meanwhile, his already exceptionally strong body swelled even further. His arms in particular bulged with muscle, stretching his school uniform so tightly that it was nearly tearing.
A small brown monkey had appeared on his shoulder—it was his ten-year soul spirit.
With a hum, Zhou Changxi shot forward, his massive fist flying toward Tang Wu Lin as he unleashed his First Soul Skill, Strength Boost!
Each step thundered against the ground, his momentum overwhelming. Yet Tang Wu Lin did not look particularly nervous. He clenched his fists and met Zhou Changxi's attack head-on.
To everyone else's surprise, when Tang Wu Lin exchanged blows with an opponent so much larger than himself—a power-type Soul Master, no less—it was Zhou Changxi, the towering one, who staggered back three steps.
It was not only Zhou Changxi. Even Wu Zhangkong showed a trace of disbelief on his face.
At that moment, everyone in Class Five stared at Tang Wu Lin. The contempt and mockery in their eyes had almost vanished, replaced by a measure of fear. Thinking about it carefully...
Tang Wu Lin had cultivated what everyone considered a useless Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, to level fourteen. He was even a Second-Level Forging Master, though the students did not know that. His strength was bizarrely great... Wasn't he undeniably a freakish genius too?
Back on the field, Tang Wu Lin was kind-hearted and did not intend to give Zhou Changxi too many chances. He charged in the opposite direction, knocked Zhou Changxi back with several punches, then threw several more, preparing to eliminate Zhou Changxi with the final blow.
How could this be? Why? What was going on?
Zhou Changxi looked utterly bewildered. That day, he had been caught off guard and lost, but today he had come prepared!
"Stop! Zhou Changxi, eliminated!"