"I..."
Xu Xiaoyan's voice sounded like crying, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Wu Zhangkong looked at her expressionlessly, not letting up in any way because of her tears.
"In Class Zero, no one will show mercy to you just because you are a girl. And no one will stop in the middle of the battle to wait for you to be ready."
Xu Xiaoyan bit her lip and tears fell.
She lowered her head, two light blue braids hanging on the side of her face, and her shoulders were shaking slightly.
Tang Wulin lay on the ground and glanced sideways at Xie Xie.
Xie Xie is also looking at him.
They both nodded at the same time.
Tang Wulin got up from the ground with his arms. His waist was still aching, but he couldn't care about it. He walked over to Xu Xiaoyan and patted her shoulder.
"It's okay."
Tang Wulin's voice is very soft, with a clumsy gentleness.
"The first time I fought Shenxiu, I couldn't even survive a single move. It was much worse than you are now."
Xu Xiaoyan raised his head and looked at him with tearful eyes.
Xie Xie also got up from the ground and came over rubbing his belly.
"Teacher Wu Zhangkong is right, you really can't stand still in battle." Xie Xie said, his tone was much more serious than usual, "But you have just arrived and it is your first actual combat, so it is normal that you are not used to it."
He paused and added, "The first time I watched them fight, I was dumbfounded."
Wu Zhangkong glanced at them but said nothing.
Tang Wulin continued, "And your Martial Soul's characteristics are indeed more suitable for observation from behind. Waiting for the right moment to take action is more useful than taking action blindly."
When he said this, he glanced at Wu Zhangkong, as if he was trying to make up for Xu Xiaoyan.
Wu Zhangkong looked expressionless and did not answer the call.
Xu Xiaoyan wiped his tears and whispered, "I'm sorry, I... I won't do it next time."
Wu Zhangkong was silent for a few seconds and nodded.
"Remember what you said today."
Wu Zhangkong turned to look at Zhong Shenxiu again.
Eyes facing each other.
Zhong Shenxiu stood at the door, Light-Imperial Ninja Blade had been sheathed, but the sharp energy had not restrained at all. His Light Gold Vertical Pupils shrank slightly, and something seemed to be burning in the depths of his pupils - not a flame, but a fighting spirit, a fighting spirit so pure that it was almost barbaric.
He had been waiting for this day for a holiday.
It's not to prove anything, it's just that the dragon's blood in his bones is screaming, making him want to tear apart all the defenses of the man in front of him. That is a challenge to the strong!
Wu Zhangkong feels it.
The moment those vertical pupils stared at him, Heavenly Frost Sword Martial Soul, which had been silent for a long time, let out a low cry in his body - not a warning, but excitement.
Something like fighting spirit is contagious.
Wu Zhangkong stood there, his clothes as white as snow, and his body as thin as a sheathed sword. He looked the same as usual, cold, silent, and reclusive. But if someone looked carefully enough, they would find that his breathing rhythm had changed - from a uniform resting state to a certain frequency of being ready to go.
He was once the genius of the Shrek Academy.
An evildoer who was once regarded as one of the candidates for Shrek Seven Devils by the academy's senior officials.
Once had everything - strength, future, and Long Bing.
After Long Bing died, he ran away from Shrek, resigned himself to depravity, came to the East Sea, came to the Eastsea Academy, and became an ordinary teacher here. His invincible heart was covered with dust, and the sword blade was rusty. He thought that this was how he would be for the rest of his life, slowly rotting away in this seaside city until he became a waste that even he could not recognize.
But today, standing in this training ground, looking at the children in front of him - Zhong Shenxiu's dragon pupil, Gu Yue's elemental control, Tang Wulin's vague bloodline aura, Xie Xie's double blades, and the newcomer Xu Xiaoyan - his dusty heart suddenly jumped again.
Very lightly, like water flowing under the ice.
Then the second, and the third.
The invincible heart that had been silent for an unknown amount of time began to beat again, with hot blood rushing through the body with every beat. The dust-covered blade of the sword was polished by some force, revealing the cold edge underneath.
Yes.
He was once a person who stood at the top.
Why should he rot here?
Wu Zhangkong's eyes became different.
It was not the cold, distant indifference before, but a kind of arrogance that finally reared its head after being suppressed for too long. His back straightened even more, his sky-blue hair glowed coldly under the lights of the training ground, and his whole figure looked like a sword that had been tempered again.
Zhong Shenxiu feels this change.
His vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. It was an expression he rarely showed. It was not a smile, but the excitement of a predator when he meets an equal predator.
The air became tense.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie took a few steps back at the same time. Xie Xie stopped rubbing his lower abdomen, his dark green eyes widened, looking at the almost visible collision of auras between Wu Zhangkong and Zhong Shenxiu.
"What's going on..." Xie Xie whispered.
Tang Wulin didn't speak, but his body tensed instinctively, and Golden Dragon King Bloodline surged uneasily in his body - he could feel that the aura of the two people in front of him was rising, like Ferocious Beast about to bite at both ends.
Gu Yue stood aside, her black eyes narrowed slightly. Her eyes stopped on Wu Zhangkong for a moment, and then moved to Zhong Shenxiu. As Silver Dragon King, she is very familiar with the aura of the dragon clan - the dragon power in Zhong Shenxiu is being released, not deliberately, but an instinctive reaction inspired by Wu Zhangkong's fighting spirit.
Xu Xiaoyan stood at the back, her tears not dry yet, but she forgot to cry at this moment. She stared blankly at Wu Zhangkong and Zhong Shenxiu, her lips slightly opened, unable to say a word.
Wu Zhangkong breaks the silence.
"Come on, Shenxiu. I think you have been waiting for a long time."
His voice was not loud, but every word had a sharp texture, like a sword cutting across a stone surface.
Zhong Shenxiu nodded.
Press the handle of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade with your right hand and pull out the knife.
The moment the blade was unsheathed, a clear golden light exploded in the training ground.
The blade of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade is slender and sharp, with clear golden light condensed throughout it, like a beam of light solidified in metal. The purple rope-wrapped handle turned half a circle in the palm of Zhong Shenxiu, with the blade facing forward, and an almost invisible halo flowing on the blade.
The blade is cold and sharp.
Wu Zhangkong is held empty in the right hand, and Heavenly Frost Sword is condensed in the palm.
The ice-crystal-like blade extends from the palm of the hand, and is completely clear, reflecting a cold light under the lights of the training ground. There is a layer of light frost-white mist flowing on the sword, which is the cold air of Heavenly Frost Sword, not Soul Skill, but the attribute of Martial Soul itself.
The moment the sword blade was formed, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply by several degrees.
Neither of them released Soul Ring.
There was no golden light of Sky Light Dragon Spear, no beam of light of Holy Light Judgment, and no brilliance of Soul Ring of Heavenly Frost Sword. They simply held their weapons and stood there, like two ordinary swordsmen and swordsmen.
But the feeling of oppression was stronger than any time Soul Skill was released just now.
Tang Wulin swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Xie Xie unconsciously took two steps back.
Gu Yue's brows frowned slightly. She could see that neither of these two people used Soul Skill, and even Soul Power was suppressed to no avail, but the killing intent and sharpness coming from the bones were more dangerous than any Soul Skill.