Apologizing, Making Amends, and Winning Hearts
"Teacher Wu."
Qiangu Wuji looked at Wu Zhangkong, who stood in his way. He had no choice but to abandon the idea of continuing his attack.
Wu Zhangkong's gaze swept over the armor on Qiangu Wuji before finally meeting his eyes.
"This is a school."
"Right."
Qiangu Wuji nodded, understanding.
He knew exactly what Wu Zhangkong meant.
This was a school. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't actually kill Tang Wulin.
Otherwise, he wouldn't just cause trouble for the school—he'd also drag the Spirit Pagoda's reputation down with him.
Tang Wulin was a stubborn pain in the neck and didn't care, but Qiangu Wuji wasn't alone in the world. He couldn't go crazy the way Tang Wulin did.
What a shame...
But then he thought it over and felt better. He'd never planned to actually kill the guy anyway.
Although Tang Wulin's actions had annoyed him, Qiangu Wuji had to admit that his bloodline had advanced again because of him.
He'd still need Tang Wulin to help his bloodline advance in the future.
"That armor...?"
As Qiangu Wuji mulled this over, Wu Zhangkong spoke again, his voice full of curiosity.
Qiangu Wuji knew that now that he'd brought out the transformation device, he couldn't keep it secret. So he didn't give it much thought and explained.
"One of my teachers designed it for me. It's a mecha."
"A mecha?"
Wu Zhangkong understood immediately.
That made sense. He'd been wondering: even if it were Battle Armor, with Qiangu Wuji's current strength, it should only bring him up to the level of a Soul Ancestor nearing Soul King at most—not anywhere close to what he'd just displayed.
Yet Wu Zhangkong could clearly sense that Qiangu Wuji's actual combat strength had been about equal to