Bare-Handed Incompetence, Unrefined Martial Souls, Unsteady Footwork-Not a Single Decent One

Four checkpoints.

Gu Yue passed four checkpoints.

One of them hadn't even seen a high-level expert, while the other barely made it to the first level of the high-level challenge before being beaten out.

Gu Yue passed four checkpoints.

Xie Xie nothing, silently turned around, walked back to the corner step by step, and squatted down.

Tang Wulin also squatted down.

The two of them started drawing circles again.

Gu Yue was even more puzzled. She looked at Xie Xie and Tang Wulin, who had squatted back in the corner, and then at Zhong Shenxiu and Wu Zhangkong, who were leaning against the wall with blank expressions. She felt that something was wrong with this scene.

"What happened to them?" Gu Yue asked, her dark eyes filled with confusion.

Wu Zhangkong shook his head, a subtle meaning in his tone. " Xie Xie hasn't even met a high-level opponent, and Wulin has only encountered a shadow of one. He was just discouraged by Shenxiu, and now you've discouraged him too."

He spoke casually, but the slight upward inflection at the end of the word "bei" revealed that he was in a good mood.

Gu Yue then suddenly realized what was going on.

She glanced at Zhong Shenxiu —this guy had obviously done something terrible inside, otherwise he wouldn't have dealt Xie Xie and Tang Wulin such a blow. But she didn't ask any further questions, after all, she knew a little about Zhong Shenxiu's strength, and it wouldn't be surprising what he was capable of.

"Alright,"

Wu Zhangkong clapped his hands, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the open space, "Come with me, everyone."

His tone returned to its usual indifference, but he emphasized the word "all" more heavily than usual, clearly urging him on.

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin exchanged a glance and reluctantly got up from the ground.

The two of them looked like defeated soldiers who had just been rescued from the battlefield.

Zhong Shenxiu straightened up from the wall, his Light-Imperial Ninja Blade, hanging at his waist, the scabbard making a soft sound as it clattered against his belt.

Gu Yue smoothed her disheveled long hair and strode towards Wu Zhangkong.

The four of them stepped forward and stood in a row in front of Wu Zhangkong.

Xie Xie stood on the far left, his face still bearing the dejection of a blow; Tang Wulin stood next to him, his spirits low, but his back still ramrod straight; Gu Yue stood slightly to the right of the center, her expression having returned to its usual aloofness; Zhong Shenxiu was on the far right, his pale golden vertical pupils half-closed, lost in thought.

The next moment, a sudden burst of light appeared.

It wasn't the soft blue light from before, but a blinding white light that surged in from above and below, completely engulfing the five of them.

When the light flashed again, they found themselves in an office-like place.

Rows of white leather sofas were neatly arranged, forming a small reception area. A tea set, which looked to be of good quality, was placed on a coffee table between the sofas.

The walls are a light off-white, adorned with several landscape paintings, their frames edged in gold. The floor is covered with dark solid wood flooring, silent underfoot but exuding a solid and weighty feel.

The overhead light was soft and not glaring; it was a warm color that could help you relax.

The overall impression of the office is one of grandeur, yet understated elegance.

"Please sit down, I have something to discuss with you." Wu Zhangkong gestured to the sofa.

All four of them had some doubts, but they still sat down.

The sofa was long, but it still showed the closeness of the guests. Xie Xie and Tang Wulin leaned against each other, while Gu Yue and Zhong Shenxiu leaned against each other.

Wu Zhangkong sat down opposite them.

"You must be wondering about today's exam. You've all encountered opponents of similar level. I must tell you, these opponents you faced in the Hall of Heroes were all real Soul Master. Because they were Simulation, we can only utilize about 70% of their true strength. How do you think your strength compares to theirs?"

Did Soul Master really exist?

Tang Wulin immediately thought of the Twin Martial Souls he was facing. Xie Xie, on the other hand, pictured a tall, beautiful girl with a waist as supple as a longbow.

But what appeared in Gu Yue's mind was a boy with black hair and eyes that shone with a strange light. It was this boy who had easily defeated her in the final level. The feeling of fighting him was simply terrifying.

Only Zhong Shenxiu raised his hand and said, " Teacher Wu, I wonder if there's Projection of you? The Projection I've encountered haven't been very good."

"Ah?"

Wu Zhangkong was about to use this to teach the four little ones a lesson, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his usually cold and aloof face.

After all, even if he expected Zhong Shenxiu to be able to pass the level, he never imagined that Zhong Shenxiu would complain about the weak Projection inside.

But Zhong Shenxiu said seriously, " Teacher Wu, the person Projection on me definitely didn't train properly at that age. She's bad at unarmed combat, her Martial Soul is weak, her footwork is unsteady, and she doesn't have a single decent skill. She just relied on high-quality Martial Soul, Soul Skill, and techniques to fight me by reciting from textbooks. If I didn't want to use her to hone my swordsmanship, I would have killed her long ago."

After he finished speaking, the entire office was silent for about three seconds.

Wu Zhangkong remained silent, his slender fingers resting on his knees, unsure of how to respond.

After all, in this world where great power belongs to oneself, the era of Soul Master is definitely one that favors the present over the past—even if progress is slow, it is still progress. It is precisely for this reason that Zhong Shenxiu said that if they were of the same age and level, Wu Zhangkong would definitely be stronger than that Projection of Tang Wutong.

Logically, there's nothing wrong with that statement.

But the question is, does this brat even know who he's comparing himself to?

Wu Zhangkong opened his mouth, wanting to say something to salvage his authority as a teacher, but the words caught in his throat. On one hand, this was a senior figure in the glorious history of the Tang Sect, and as a disciple of the Tang Sect, he really couldn't say much; on the other hand—

This is clearly his own apprentice praising him.

Wu Zhangkong's lips moved slightly, and an extremely subtle expression appeared on his cold and stern face, as if he was holding something back.

Xie Xie, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed Wu Zhangkong's awkward expression—wanting to laugh but too embarrassed to.

He quickly intervened to smooth things over. " Shenxiu, do you know what you're saying?"

Xie Xie's voice rose several octaves, his dark green eyes screaming, "Are you crazy?!" "Those were the Shrek Seven Devils from ten thousand years ago! The Shrek Seven Devils of the generation of Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao! How could Teacher Wu possibly compare to them?"

These words were spoken with heartfelt sincerity; Xie Xie himself truly believed this.

He turned to look at Zhong Shenxiu, hoping to use this "normal human reaction" to pull the humanoid dragon back to reality.