Su Jiu's Ambition for Wu Zhangkong

"Hey! Gu Yue, why are you spacing out? Let's go over and take a look."

Na'er gently tugged at Gu Yue's sleeve, noticing that ever since a moment ago, Gu Yue's gaze had been furtively drifting toward Tang Wulin.

To Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, who carried the Golden Dragon King God Core within him, looked exactly like a plump, succulent chicken leg constantly dangling right before her eyes.

Gu Yue snapped back to reality, quietly swallowing a mouthful of saliva as she forcibly suppressed the "appetite" stirring deep within her.

Even though she had long since foreseen the outcome of this arena match, she still subconsciously followed Na'er, trailing along with the main group from Class Five.

How could the sharp-eyed Na'er fail to notice Gu Yue's abnormality? To be honest, the feeling of having a mountain of treasure right in front of you but being unable to use it was truly quite unpleasant.

Eastsea Academy high-level arena.

After taking a look, Su Jiu estimated that this arena could at most withstand the tossing and turning of a Soul Ancestor; a Soul Saint would be too dangerous.

"Teacher Wu, let's hold back our strength and not use soul skills, how about that?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhangkong looked at the Class Five students surrounding the stage, nodded slightly to agree with Su Jiu's proposal, and then performed a salute.

"Wu Zhangkong, 75th-rank Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul Sky Frost Sword, please enlighten me!"

"Su Jiu, 72nd-rank Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul Azure Dragon Battle Armor, please enlighten me!"

As Wu Zhangkong raised his hands, his opening stance was already prepared; the sharp edge of his Sky Frost Sword intent was fully exposed, and a chill permeated the surroundings. Yet, he frowned, feeling a slight trace of surprise in his heart—why couldn't he perceive the other party's cultivation level?

"Teacher Wu, since you choose not to take the initiative to attack, then let me start things off."

Clad in the Azure Dragon Battle Armor, Su Jiu suddenly erupted with immense force beneath his feet, causing the ground to crack and shatter with a boom.

His figure transformed into a cyan streak of light, moving like a dragon swimming through the rivers and seas. His speed was astonishingly fast; even with Wu Zhangkong employing the Purple Demon Eye, he was completely unable to track his trajectory.

Wu Zhangkong was suddenly startled and immediately stepped into the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure flickering and dodging as he tried to widen the distance. However, in the face of Su Jiu's overwhelming, ultimate speed, all evasive maneuvers appeared pale and futile. The two figures closed the distance in an instant.

At the most critical moment, Wu Zhangkong unleashed the Sky Frost Sword intent he had been honing for over twenty years, followed quietly by two purple rays of light.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the arena floor surged like a dragon turning over, cracking and shattering inch by inch.

Beneath his helmet, Su Jiu took all of this in and couldn't help but chuckle to himself; his mastery of the Tang Sect techniques was quite impressive.

Dragon Claw Hand. The jagged, ferocious Azure Dragon claw armor swept across the air, tearing straight through the incoming Sky Frost Sword intent without being shaken in the slightest. The two Purple Divine Light beams that followed were also casually swatted away by Su Jiu, dissipating into nothingness.

What?!

Su Jiu had already closed in within a heartbeat. Wu Zhangkong had no time to be overly shocked and immediately activated his Mysterious Jade Hand.

His hands instantly turned into lustrous white jade, and he held the Sky Frost Sword horizontally across his chest. Frigid, icy sword intent surged, and two more beams of Purple Divine Light shot from his eyes, aiming straight at Su Jiu.

The cyan-colored fist energy, like a cannonball piercing the air, slammed fiercely against the Sky Frost Sword.

Wu Zhangkong felt a terrifying, massive force sweep over him, numbing his arms and causing them to tremble. His hands, currently under the effect of the Mysterious Jade Hand, emitted a mournful sound like porcelain under unbearable stress, as if they would shatter at any moment.

In this critical juncture, Wu Zhangkong decisively retreated, attempting to use the momentum of his withdrawal to dissipate the immense force.

But just then, a sudden wave of dizziness slammed into his mind. He was shocked to his core—the purple light that had just flashed past was actually the very Purple Divine Light he had unleashed himself!

How could this be?!

Following that, Wu Zhangkong stumbled back a few meters, his vision went black, and he collapsed, unconscious.

The entire match had lasted less than 10 seconds.

Su Jiu retracted the Azure Dragon Battle Armor and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It was fortunate he had held back his strength; he hadn't damaged Wu Zhangkong's Martial Soul.

He didn't want Zhuo Shi to find out, or else, given that old man's short-tempered, protective nature, he would likely come to Eastsea Academy to cause a scene again.

"Alright, alright, next we're heading to the track. It's time to run laps."

Su Jiu spoke up to interrupt the Class Five students, who were still unsatisfied, and waved them toward the track as if he were shooing away chicks.

They weren't happy about it, looking at Su Jiu with long faces, whispering and complaining among themselves.

"Well! We're just going through the motions. Everyone except the support-type Soul Masters will run 20 laps, and the support-type students will run 10 laps. That should be fine, right!"

One lap was 400 meters. 4km for support types, and 8km for power, agility, and control types—it shouldn't be too difficult.

"While the sun isn't too high yet, hurry up and finish so we can go back to the classroom and enjoy the air conditioning."

"Let's go."

"As long as it's not 50 laps, 20 laps is still acceptable..."

"Brother Hu, how many laps are you running?"

"Xiao Liang, didn't Teacher Su say 10 laps for us support-type Soul Masters?"

"Oh, right, right, Brother Hu is right..."

Su Jiu couldn't be bothered to pay attention to their slacking; he had always advocated for self-discipline.

He took a broad view of things: he was just a teacher there to impart knowledge, resolve doubts, and teach; he wasn't a parent or a master who had to worry about every little thing.

Besides, were Title Douluo really created by being forced?

Of course, excluding the Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Elder Xuan Zi from the S2 season.

"Na'er, come here for a second."

"Ah Jiu... Teacher Su, what's wrong?"

Na'er changed her words just in time, trotting over to his side and standing there with a silly grin.

"Na'er, your situation, it's not..."

"No! Na'er knows her own situation very well. I don't want to be a vase hiding behind you!"

Meeting Na'er's eyes, which were filled with stubbornness and resolve, Su Jiu chuckled. He had been overthinking things; continuing like this would only make him seem like a nagging mother hen. He pinched Na'er's cheek and cautioned her.

"If you feel unwell, don't force yourself, understand?"

"Mm!"

In the crowd, Gu Yue took in the entire scene. An inexplicable sourness in her heart made her fingernails dig into her palms. Gu Yue did not like this feeling, so after one glance, she forced herself to look away.

Hmph! Miss Gu Yue doesn't care about that at all!

Glancing at Wu Zhangkong, who was lying on the ground sleeping soundly, Su Jiu felt this wasn't right. He decided to play the good guy once more.

"Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi, Yun Xiao, you four come here for a moment."

"Coming!"

"Teacher Su, what is it?"

The four little ones stood respectfully before Su Jiu, their faces devoid of any playful grins.

"Actually, it's nothing major."

Su Jiu pointed at Wu Zhangkong and said casually, "It's quite a distance from here to the training field. Just carry Wu Zhangkong to the shade by the field, and I'll treat you all to a Grade A Meal at noon."

The four of them had clearly been reluctant to carry Wu Zhangkong at first, but the moment they heard about a treat, everything changed.

Although Wu Zhangkong was heavy, it couldn't dampen the enthusiasm Tang Wulin and the others had for a Grade A Meal. They hadn't expected to eat it yesterday, let alone again today.

A gentle breeze swept by, and Wu Zhangkong slowly woke up. Wasn't he just on the arena stage?

"Teacher Wu, you're awake."

Wu Zhangkong lifted his eyes to see Su Jiu wearing a fake smile. He was very familiar with this smile, and he hated it; unpleasant memories flashed through his mind.

"Wu Zhangkong, disciple of Sea God Pavilion Elder Zhuo Shi, once entered the Shrek inner court, a deserved pride of heaven."

"Later, because your girlfriend Long Bing was an undercover agent in Shrek stealing..."

"Enough! Don't say another word!"

Wu Zhangkong suddenly interrupted Su Jiu, his killing intent erupting. Long Bing was the scale he least wanted anyone to touch; she was not someone anyone could discuss so casually!

"Speak, who exactly are you!"

"Hehe~ Teacher Wu, please restrain your killing intent first. The students are all right here."

"As for who I am, you can just consider me someone who has come to bring you good news."

Ignoring Wu Zhangkong's fierce glare, Su Jiu continued, "I have a method that has a high probability of resurrecting your girlfriend, Long Bing."

He raised his eyes to meet the gaze in Wu Zhangkong's eyes, which were a tangled mess of shock, suspicion, killing intent, and grief. His expression was solemn, but deep down, he thought with malicious intent, "Teacher Wu, you have all the necessary conditions. I believe you will definitely succeed."