Teacher Wu Changkong!

Early the next morning.

"Starting today, we officially begin classes. I will personally teach most of the courses. Everyone, stand up and follow me to the sports field."

A simple white shirt paired with dark plaid trousers made his figure appear tall and slender.

Wu Changkong walked to the podium and gave the order coldly.

His ice-blue hair gleamed with a chilly light in the morning sun, and his Dark Green Eyes swept over every student present.

"Quiet. Form two lines."

Looking at the somewhat disorderly students, Wu Changkong did not get angry.

He merely stood there quietly, the chill radiating All Over the Body seemingly lowering the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

Under Wu Changkong's powerful presence, the students obediently formed two lines. No one dared to keep talking loudly or making a fuss.

"My teaching method differs from that of other teachers. Their classes focus mainly on theory and practice, but mine focus on Actual Combat. Actual Combat is the best way to improve your strength!"

"Today's first class will be Actual Combat! Next, you will pair up and fight one another."

"I will serve as referee. This will be single-elimination. Let me see your true abilities so I can formulate your cultivation plans."

Seeing that the students had lined up neatly, Wu Changkong continued.

"Teacher Wu, I'm a Support System Soul Master... Do I have to fight too?"

At that moment, a Female Cadet timidly raised her hand.

Wu Changkong's gaze suddenly turned cold. "On the battlefield, will the enemy spare you just because you are a Support System Soul Master?"

His voice carried no emotion. "There will be no next time."

If anyone asked such a question again, they could directly apply to transfer classes. If no other class accepted them, then they could drop out or transfer schools.

The sports field immediately fell silent, so quiet that even breathing could be heard.

Just then, Fang Yang raised his hand. "Teacher Wu, I have a question. My Soul Power is at Rank 29. No one can fight me, can they?"

Wu Changkong's gaze lingered on Fang Yang for a moment before he said, "After everyone else finishes, I'll personally spar with you."

He turned toward the front of the line. "You two, begin."

The ones called were Tang Wulin and Xie Xie. Xie Xie was a Rank 18 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, while Tang Wulin was a Rank 15 Control System Soul Master.

The two walked to the Center of the Field and exchanged a glance. Invisible sparks seemed to burst through the air.

"Tang Wulin, I won't Hold Back this time."

Xie Xie Narrowed Eyes, and the Light Dragon Dagger Martial Soul had already appeared in his right hand.

Tang Wulin looked calm, Battle Intent rising in his eyes. "Xie Xie, come at me with everything you've got."

Wu Changkong took several steps back, his voice carrying clearly across the field.

"The rules are simple—knock down your opponent. Any means are allowed. There is no need to hold back. With me here, no one will be injured."

"Begin!"

Tang Wulin instantly released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and a Yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet.

A completely emerald-green Datura Snake coiled around him. It was his bonded Soul Spirit, "Blue Light."

First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Grass Entanglement!

Upon hearing the name of that Soul Skill, Wu Changkong, standing at the edge of the field, had his pupils contract slightly as ripples rose in his heart.

Blue Silver Grass Entanglement! That was the famous signature technique of Tang Sect's founder, Sea God Tang San!

Following Tang Wulin's Low Shout, dense Blue Silver Grass Vines lashed toward Xie Xie.

These seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass plants were actually unusual. Faint Deep Blue patterns lined the edges of their leaves, vaguely giving off a peculiar aura.

Xie Xie refused to be outdone. The Yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet Lit Up, and the Light Dragon Dagger sent streaks of Golden Light flashing forth.

He moved incredibly fast, weaving through the vines like a ghost.

Yet what shocked him was that his normally sharp Light Dragon Dagger found it difficult to cut through these seemingly fragile Blue Silver Grass plants.

"How is that possible..." Xie Xie was horrified, and his movements involuntarily stalled.

Tang Wulin seized the opportunity and activated his Soul Skill again. Blue Silver Grass Entanglement!

More Blue Silver Vines appeared, wrapping Xie Xie into a dumpling.

No matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the seemingly soft but Extremely Tough Blue Silver Grass.

"The match is over. Tang Wulin wins." Wu Changkong announced the result, a flicker of intensity passing through his eyes.

As a student of Shrek Academy, he could sense that Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was far from ordinary.

Although Xie Xie's Light Dragon Dagger was not a top-tier Martial Soul, it should not have been unable to cut through ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

Unless...

A thought stirred in Wu Changkong's mind. "Does it possess a trace of Blue Silver King bloodline, or is it the legendary Blue Silver Emperor?"

"If that is true, then according to the inheritance patterns of Martial Souls, this child most likely possesses another Martial Soul as well."

Douluo Continent's number one Weapon Martial Soul: the Clear Sky Hammer!

Then Tang Wulin's identity was anything but simple...

"You two, come here."

Wu Changkong's voice was icy. Tang Wulin and Xie Xie exchanged a glance, then quickly walked over to him.

"Xie Xie, your Light Dragon Dagger should have won through speed, yet you blindly attacked head-on without any strategy."

Then Wu Changkong added, "Tang Wulin, your timing with Blue Silver Grass Entanglement was acceptable, but your follow-up control was too slow. If your opponent had been even slightly stronger, you would have already lost."

His critique was utterly merciless, every sentence striking straight at the heart of the problem. The two listened until sweat beaded on their foreheads, yet they had no choice but to admit that Wu Changkong was right.

The matches that followed made Wu Changkong's frown deepen further and further.

Class Five of Eastsea Academy was indeed, just as rumored, a gathering place for "Trash Martial Souls."

Of the twenty cadets in the class, eight were Tool Soul Masters with virtually no combat ability, while their support abilities were equally useless.

Among the Battle Soul Masters, three possessed Martial Souls nearly as universally acknowledged as trash as Blue Silver Grass.

Now it was my buddy's turn to take the stage!

Master Yu: "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters!"

The most ridiculous match involved two support-type Tool Soul Masters. It actually turned into the comical sight of one pushing the other, then getting pushed back.

Although Wu Changkong had been mentally prepared, seeing the level of these students with his own eyes still left him surprised by just how poor they were.

From the current situation, the only ones worthy of notice were Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie.

When the final match ended, Wu Changkong Looked At Fang Yang, who had been waiting all along. "Now, it is our turn."

Fang Yang's expression remained calm as he stepped into the Center of the Field.

Wu Changkong said blandly, "I will suppress my Soul Power to Rank 29 and use only my First and Second Soul Skills. You only need to withstand three moves from me to count as the winner."

"Yes, Teacher Wu." Fang Yang nodded slightly.

"Begin!"

Almost the instant he announced the start, a flash of Blue Light passed over Wu Changkong's hand. As Soul Power condensed, a long Sky Frost Sword appeared out of thin air.

The sword's body was crystal-clear, surrounded by cold mist, as though even the surrounding air had frozen.

"Wow! What a cool Martial Soul!"

"Is this Teacher Wu's strength? He's so powerful!"

"Can Fang Yang withstand it?"

The students discussed it fervently, their eyes full of envy.

As the Sky Frost Sword Martial Soul appeared, an even more powerful chill radiated around Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong said nothing. He took a step forward, then swung his sword, sending out a cold blue sword light as frigid energy surged toward Fang Yang like a tide!

"So fast!"

Fang Yang's pupils contracted slightly, and he was secretly alarmed.

Even with his Soul Power suppressed, the speed and angle of Wu Changkong's strike were both nearly perfect, far beyond what an ordinary Soul Master could compare with!

He rapidly retreated, raising his right hand as blazing Flame suddenly erupted!

"Heavenly Flames, appear!"

The Deep Yellow Flame coiled around Fang Yang's palm.

Its Scorching Hot temperature instantly dispersed the surrounding chill.

Wu Changkong's Sky Frost Sword energy closed in, but the moment it touched the Heavenly Flames, it melted away like snow beneath a blazing sun!

"Hm?"

A hint of surprise flashed through Wu Changkong's eyes.

The chill of his Sky Frost Sword was extremely powerful. Even Soul Masters of the same rank found it difficult to neutralize easily, yet Fang Yang's Flame had directly evaporated it?

"This Flame is extraordinary!"