One Attack, One Speed, Dual Elements Coexist!

Wu Zhangkong brought the two of them to her office.

The office was pitifully small. Wu Zhangkong sat in the only chair and looked at Tang Wulin, saying, "Your performance was passable, but you failed to fully utilize your own advantages."

"Your Blue Silver Grass must have mutated; its toughness is extraordinary, but does that toughness rely on soul power to sustain it?"

"Yes," Tang Wulin nodded.

"Your soul power is too weak!" Wu Zhangkong's words were merciless.

"Furthermore, what is the deal with that pair of hammers?"

Tang Wulin spoke the truth: "Because my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass and my soul spirit is poor, it is very likely I won't be able to become a soul master."

"That is why I have been learning blacksmithing since I was young..."

"So you intend to just be a blacksmith?" Wu Zhangkong interrupted Tang Wulin directly. "Remember, you are my student now. Whether you can or cannot, you will."

"Until I have judged you to be trash, you are to put in the effort to develop in the direction of a soul master."

"You are never allowed to give up!"

Uh, dear teacher, didn't you just call us both trash a moment ago?

Xie Xie's mouth twitched.

Encouraged by Wu Zhangkong, Tang Wulin regained his spirit and replied, "Yes!"

"Very well. As for Xie Xie..."

When Wu Zhangkong's gaze shifted over, Xie Xie immediately stood at attention.

"What kind of performance was that? A control-type battle soul master naturally counters an agility-type soul master, yet you chose to charge head-on? Shake your head—is it full of water, or did a fish eat your brain?"

Wu Zhangkong's icy gaze scraped against Xie Xie like a blade, her words a rapid-fire series of interrogations.

Xie Xie shrank his neck under the scolding.

"As an agility-type soul master, your advantages are speed, surprise attacks, and mobility—not head-on collisions."

"The thing a control-type soul master fears the least is an idiot like you who dives straight into their control range!"

Xie Xie buried his head even lower, not daring to breathe too loudly.

He couldn't help it; in his previous life, he was just a college freshman. His brain had been formatted and reset the day after the college entrance exam, and he hadn't even been in a fight during his three years of high school. How could he have known he would suddenly transmigrate?

"However, your martial soul is somewhat interesting."

Wu Zhangkong interlaced her fingers and rested them against her chin. "Your Light Dragon Dagger changed temporarily during the fierce battle just now, transforming into the Light Dragon Blade. The force surged, the edge was exposed—this is a clear case of Martial Soul Evolution."

"Did you not notice it yourself? You possess not only agility-type talent but also attack-type talent."

Wu Zhangkong's tone was flat, yet every word was crystal clear.

Xie Xie looked up abruptly, his face full of disbelief as he pointed at himself with his index finger.

"Attack-type? Me?"

"Teacher Wu, I was just flailing about in a panic during that desperate moment!"

"Can you flail out the explosive power of an attack-type?"

Wu Zhangkong arched a brow, her tone turning cold again. "The talent is right there, yet you are using it in a complete mess. The Shadow Dragon Dagger excels at ambushing, the Light Dragon Blade excels at breaking defenses. One agile, one rigid—both types coexist."

Xie Xie's head was truly spinning, because in the original story, Xie Xie didn't have any attack-type talent at all.

Wu Zhangkong stood up and took a step forward, her voice dropping to a tone of unquestionable authority:

"Your talent cannot be wasted. Others only have one path to walk, but you have two."

"The speed of an agility-type combined with the explosive power of an attack-type—if used correctly, few within the same rank will be able to withstand a single strike from you."

Xie Xie felt both shocked and delighted. Was he truly a talented player after all?

"Do not think that having talent means you can be complacent."

Wu Zhangkong saw through Xie Xie's inner thoughts and said coldly, "Talent left unused is just trash. Since you are the strongest in the class, my requirements for you will naturally be the highest."

"Agile yet strong, swift yet piercing!"

"These eight words are the core of your future training. Do you understand?!"

"Understood!!" Xie Xie stood tall with his chest puffed out.

"Good. Let's talk business." Wu Zhangkong sat back down in her chair. "Our academy has a Class Promotion Tournament. Classes ranked lower can challenge classes ranked higher."

"For example."

"If we defeat Class Four, we become Class Four. By that logic, we can continue to challenge upward."

"So, the two of you must work together to turn our class into First Grade Class One!"

"Until we reach that goal, we will be conducting special training for you both every day!"

"Of course, after becoming First Grade Class One, you can continue to challenge higher-grade classes. Every victory in an inter-grade challenge will come with a reward."

"No problem!" Xie Xie patted his chest and said first, "Isn't it just First Grade Class One? I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

This time, Wu Zhangkong did not refute Xie Xie.

After answering a few more of Tang Wulin's questions, the two of them left Wu Zhangkong's office.

Walking back to the dormitory, Xie Xie rested his hands behind his head and let out a long sigh, his face filled with the relief of someone who had just survived a disaster: "What a tense and exciting day!"

"Um... Xie Xie!"

Tang Wulin suddenly took a few quick steps forward and tugged at the corner of Xie Xie's shirt.

Xie Xie turned back, "What is it?"

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, then said with utmost seriousness: "For the Class Promotion Tournament, I absolutely won't hold you back!"

"Is that all?" Xie Xie raised an eyebrow.

Immediately, Xie Xie skillfully hooked his arm around Tang Wulin's neck, "Let me tell you, there's no need for that. Don't look down on yourself so much. If we really start fighting, even that Class One will have their hands full!"

He wasn't joking; among their East Sea F4, the most awesome big boss hadn't even made an appearance yet!

Caught off guard by the embrace, Tang Wulin stiffened for a moment, the tips of his ears turning an unnatural shade of red, yet he let Xie Xie hold him.

Xie Xie didn't notice his oddity at all and instead grew more enthusiastic as he spoke.

"Besides, your Blue Silver Grass and my Light Dragon Dagger have both mutated and evolved in a good direction, so why be afraid of that bunch of losers?"

Moreover, he possessed talents that the original Xie Xie didn't have, his martial soul had evolved a step ahead, and the top-tier Space-Time Dragon martial soul was well within reach! What the hell was there to be afraid of?

Xie Xie's stance: I fight, fight, fight! I kill, kill, kill!

Tang Wulin replied in a low voice: "I... I know... Let's work hard together."

"That's the spirit, brother!"

After some more playful shoving, Tang Wulin took his leave first to head to the Blacksmith Association, while Xie Xie chose to return directly to the dormitory to meditate.

When Xie Xie felt his soul power reach a peak, he suddenly opened his eyes.

In the next instant, the surrounding scenery faded away, replaced by a boundless, clear, and empty void.

"This is... my Spirit Sea?"

Just as Xie Xie murmured the words, a soft yet dazzling golden light suddenly lit up in front of him.

Within the radiance, a small, exquisite dragon-shaped silhouette slowly emerged.

It was a light dragon only the size of a palm, its entire body condensed from pure golden light particles. Its dragon horns were delicate, its scales shimmered with iridescent light, and its pair of dragon eyes were moist and bright, brimming with intimacy.

As soon as the little guy appeared, it locked onto Xie Xie and let out a tiny, subtle dragon roar that sounded like the gentle chiming of wind bells.

The next second, the little guy gave its wings a light flutter.

It "whooshed" over to Xie Xie and circled him happily several times.

One moment it was rubbing its little head against his cheek, the next it was hovering on his shoulder, nuzzling his earlobe with its wet dragon eyes, arching back and forth as if acting spoiled.

Xie Xie instinctively reached out his hand.

The little guy immediately landed obediently in his palm, curling its small body into a ball, rubbing its little head against his fingertips, and letting out a comfortable, soft, and sweet chirp.

It was also at this moment that Xie Xie seemed to sense something, and a classic exclamation escaped his lips:

"Holy crap! Are you my Light Dragon Dagger?!"