Evil Thoughts

At that moment, Wu Zhangkong was considering whether Nan Fusheng should also be equipped with some kind of weapon, like a hammer.

With strength like that, it would be such a waste for him to keep serving as support in the backline!

And with a weapon, his teammates would not need to worry so much about their backline being attacked while fighting at the front. Just imagine it: when an enemy thought you were a Support-type Soul Master,

bypassed your teammates and charged straight at you, only for you to pull out a giant hammer and smack them with it. That might just turn the battle around in one blow.

No, why was the first weapon that came to mind a hammer? Wu Zhangkong did not dwell on it and called for the next person.

"Tang Wulin!"

Boom! Left hand: 1,156 kilograms.

Boom! Right hand: 1,348 kilograms.

With Nan Fusheng setting the bar beforehand, and everyone having already witnessed Tang Wulin's strength, they were not overly surprised by those numbers.

However, Wu Zhangkong did not tell Tang Wulin to return. Instead, he said, "Add the scales to your right hand and try again."

"Okay." Tang Wulin raised his right arm. A faint golden light lit up, and a layer of diamond-shaped pale golden scales covered it.

Wang Jinxi instinctively took a step back. The dense aura of the Golden Dragon King made his Martial Soul tremble faintly, even evoking a sense of submission.

Boom! 2,700 kilograms.

"Try the Dragon Claw." Wu Zhangkong spoke expressionlessly.

"Okay!" Tang Wulin wanted to try it too, but just as he raised his right hand, he lowered it again and asked Wu Zhangkong, "Teacher, if I break it, do I need to compensate for it?"

Wu Zhangkong frowned slightly. "No. This machine can withstand ten thousand jin of force. Even if it breaks, you won't need to pay for it."

"Alright!"

An even more powerful aura of the Golden Dragon King erupted, and Wang Jinxi, standing nearby, felt as though he could barely breathe.

Nan Fusheng watched as Tang Wulin's palm grew broader and his knuckles thickened, the Dragon Claw emerging with it.

The dazzling golden Dragon Claw was covered in even finer scales, with only the three-inch claw tips smooth as mirrors.

Boom! Crack!

A number flashed past in an instant. Then, metal fragments flew from the spot where the machine had been struck, and a hole was blasted through it.

Golden Dragon Claw: shattering effect.

All four students were stunned by Tang Wulin shattering the strength-testing machine and failed to see the number that had flashed by.

Only Nan Fusheng and Wu Zhangkong caught it.

Wu Zhangkong silently wrote down the number 3,998 kilograms in his record book.

"Next, reaction test."

To everyone's surprise, Nan Fusheng actually took first place in the reaction test that followed. Xie Xie came in second, Tang Wulin third, then Gu Yue, followed by Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi.

Zhang Yangzi was immediately left doubting his entire existence. Who exactly was the Agility Attack System Soul Master here? The tests that followed made Zhang Yangzi increasingly question whether he truly deserved to be called a genius.

Other than reaction speed and pure speed, Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin traded first and second place in every physical ability test. Even Gu Yue, who should have been at the bottom, achieved impressive results.

Were they even human? Were they human? Were they human?

They were livestock raised on feed, weren't they?

Xie Xie, standing nearby, was practically in tears! They had all gone through Teacher Wu's training, so why was he, an Agility Attack System Soul Grandmaster, only first in speed?

In the other tests, his physical results were actually about the same as Gu Yue's. But Gu Yue did not even need to fight at close range, and she was a girl! How was his self-esteem supposed to handle that?!

Teacher Wu didn't secretly give them extra training behind my back, did he? (-----___-----)

"The testing is complete. Today's tests were mainly focused on physical abilities. They do not represent everything. Martial Souls are equally important to Soul Masters. So, some students need not be discouraged. Dismissed. Tang Wulin, come with me." Wu Zhangkong strode off coolly, and Tang Wulin followed him.

Xie Xie and Zhang Yangzi stood there, feeling as though a cold wind had swept across their foreheads.

Some students... who was he talking about?

On the way back to the dormitory, Nan Fusheng walked while deep in thought. Revealing his physical strength had naturally been within his expectations. To be honest, back when he had first undergone Wu Zhangkong's training,

he had already considered how to reveal his physical qualities without making it seem deliberate. Today's test had happened to grant his wish.

Unlike spiritual power, physical qualities were far too difficult to conceal. Not to mention ordinary sparring matches—even a checkup at a hospital to examine one's Vitality, or encountering certain powerful people, could easily expose them.

Besides, Nan Fusheng had never intended to hide his physical qualities in the first place. Still, Tang Wulin's situation had surprised him.

He had only undone one seal, yet his improvement was already this great. Wasn't that practically inviting people to commit crimes?!

Early the next morning, after Nan Fusheng finished cultivating, he looked at the empty dormitory. "Cultivating alone without anyone disturbing me really does feel nice."

After washing up, Nan Fusheng left the dormitory and headed straight for the training ground. Sure enough, he saw two familiar figures: one was Tang Wulin, and the other was Ouyang Zixin, the Intermediate Division's campus belle.

Ouyang Zixin ran ahead with an energetic stride, while Tang Wulin followed behind, watching her as he ran.

Nan Fusheng understood that Tang Wulin was falling for her. However, Ouyang Zixin probably only saw Tang Wulin as a little brother.

At the same time, a mischievous thought suddenly arose deep within Nan Fusheng's heart. If he used Deep Parasitism on Ouyang Zixin, turned her into his Clone, and then had Ouyang Zixin pursue Tang Wulin, what would Gu Yue and Na'er do?

Ouyang Zixin could be considered Tang Wulin's first love, and she also had the special bonus of being an "upperclassman." For a man, unless he was a scumbag, first love was always unforgettable.

Especially for an innocent little boy like Tang Wulin. If he really turned Ouyang Zixin into his Clone, then with all those melodramatic dramas and little green-tea tricks he had watched in his past life,

wouldn't manipulating Tang Wulin be effortless? Then he could throw out a dilemma like, "Wulin, if your sister and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?" and see how he answered.

"Ptui, ptui, ptui. Why would I have such a strange thought?"

Nan Fusheng shook his head, tossing out the "evil thought" that had surfaced in his mind. Leaving aside whether there was any sensory connection between a Clone and the Main Body, the very act of making himself pursue Tang Wulin was absurd enough!

Wasn't that just asking to get fucked? Parasitizing such a beautiful woman, turning her into his Clone, and then delivering himself into someone else's arms—

What kind of NTR behavior was that? With that kind of time, why not enjoy himself first? As the saying went, keep the good stuff in the family.