Under the light of the training ground lighting Soul Tool, those golden scales glowed with a cold, metallic sheen.
Tang Wulin's right hand has completely changed.
No longer human hands.
But--
Dragon Claw.
Golden Dragon Claw.
The five fingers became thicker, and sharp claws extended from the fingertips.
The back of the hand is covered with thick scales, and short bone spurs sprout from the joints.
The entire palm is a whole circle larger than before. When you tighten your grip, you can hear the slight sound of bones rubbing together.
Tang Wulin looked at his right hand.
This is the first time he has actually used Golden Dragon Claw in battle.
He could feel the power.
The power surges from deep within the arm and flows along the blood vessels to the fingertips.
The power is roaring.
It's boiling.
In desire - to tear everything apart.
Deep in his mind, the voice calling himself "Old Tang" once told him.
Golden Dragon Claw, has a characteristic.
smash.
To put it simply--
Indestructible.
Any hard object may be broken to a certain extent when attacked by Golden Dragon Claw.
Of course, there are also prerequisites.
The other party's hardness must be within a certain range.
But at this moment, Tang Wulin can't think about it so much anymore.
He only knows--
He wants to weigh it.
Weigh the difference between yourself and Zhong Shenxiu.
Weigh your Golden Dragon Claw and Zhong Shenxiu's Sky Light Dragon Spear to see who is stronger.
The distance of three meters disappeared in an instant.
Tang Wulin's right arm was raised high, and then--
Falling suddenly.
Golden Dragon Claw tears the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The target of that claw is Zhong Shenxiu's chest.
But Zhong Shenxiu didn't hide.
He didn't even step back.
No turning sideways.
There was no evasive action.
On the contrary -
He took a step forward.
Don't retreat but advance.
This step shortened the distance between the two people from three meters to one meter.
Golden Dragon Claw of Tang Wulin has fallen in front of Zhong Shenxiu.
Then he saw it.
Zhong Shenxiu's left arm is raised.
At that moment, pale golden light poured out from the inside of Zhong Shenxiu's left arm.
The light is very soft and not dazzling.
But something is emerging in that light.
scales.
Same with scales.
But unlike the golden dragon scales of Tang Wulin, the scales of Zhong Shenxiu are light golden.
That light gold is more like the color of sunlight shining on metal.
Scales emerged from Zhong Shenxiu's left arm, spreading from the wrist to the shoulder.
Each scale is closely arranged and the edge is as sharp as a knife.
Those scales glowed with a warm halo under the light of lighting Soul Tool.
In the halo, fine lines can be vaguely seen.
That's the pattern of dragon scales.
Radiant King Dragon's scales.
Golden Dragon Claw of Tang Wulin has fallen.
Hit Zhong Shenxiu hard on the left arm.
Boom!
A dull crashing sound exploded in the training ground.
The sound didn't sound like the collision of flesh and blood, but more like two pieces of metal slamming together.
The shock wave spread from between the two people, blowing up the dust on the ground.
Tang Wulin felt a numbness in his right arm.
The counter-shock force came from Golden Dragon Claw, spread along the arms to the shoulders, and then to the entire upper body.
His Golden Dragon Claw was blocked.
It was blocked by Zhong Shenxiu's left arm.
There were a few light white marks left on those pale golden dragon scales.
But it's just a white mark.
Not broken.
No cracking.
No signs of crushing.
Tang Wulin's pupils suddenly contracted.
Crushing characteristics--
Invalid?
This thought just flashed through his mind before he had time to react.
Zhong Shenxiu's right hand has already moved.
The hand was raised from below and clenched into a fist.
No fancy moves.
There is no process of accumulating energy.
It's the simplest and most direct punch--
Go straight to Huanglong.
That punch was too fast.
As soon as Tang Wulin's eyes caught the shadow of the fist, the fist had already landed on his abdomen.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound.
Tang Wulin's whole body arched up instantly.
At that moment, he felt like his abdomen was hit hard by a thousand-jin hammer.
Severe pain exploded from his abdomen, like countless steel needles piercing his internal organs at the same time.
The stomach contracts violently.
The urge to vomit was almost impossible to suppress.
He could feel the acid water in his stomach surging, and he could feel the two buns he had eaten in the morning rising up.
Tang Wulin opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
His eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated.
His legs were weak.
His body began to fall forward.
But Zhong Shenxiu didn't stop.
After that punch, he pulled back.
Then--
Kick Tang Wulin away with one kick.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at Tang Wulin who fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and losing his fighting power.
He stood there, maintaining the posture of kicking out.
The soles of his feet were suspended in the air for two seconds.
Then he slowly retracted his feet and landed.
The soles of the shoes made a slight sound when they stepped on Blue Steel Rock.
He looked at Tang Wulin.
Looking at the figure curled up into a ball.
There was finally a trace of fluctuation in those light golden vertical pupils.
Very light.
So faint that it's almost invisible.
But it is indeed a fluctuation.
It's a kind of--
Accident?
No.
Not an accident.
Yes--
Something close to "disappointment".
Zhong Shenxiu frowned slightly.
The amplitude is extremely small.
But it is indeed wrinkled.
He looked at Tang Wulin and pursed his lips slightly.
"Tsk."
A very soft tut sound escaped from his lips.
The voice was very soft.
It's so light that if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all.
But there was an indescribable emotion in that voice.
Not a mockery.
It's not contempt.
But--
Really didn't expect that.
How can I be so intolerant?
He thought that anyone who dared to challenge him in front of everyone would at least be able to hold on for a while longer.
He thought that the man with the fire in his eyes could at least take a few more punches.
What's the result?
One punch.
One kick.
It's over.
Wu Zhangkong is still leaning against the wall.
He crossed his arms with his hands on his chest and showed no expression on his face.
Those cold eyes are looking here.
Looking at Zhong Shenxiu.
Looking at Tang Wulin lying on the ground.
No expression.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at him.
I watched it for two seconds.
Then he spoke.
"Teacher Wu."
The voice was very calm, as if saying that the weather is nice today.
"Shall we have a game?"
The moment these words were spoken, the air in the training ground seemed to freeze.
Wu Zhangkong's eyes narrowed slightly.
A very faint light flashed in those cold eyes.
That light is very complicated.
There are accidents, there are scrutiny, there are--
Some inexplicable meaning.
He looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Look at those light golden vertical pupils.
There was a very faint flame burning in those eyes at the moment.
That's fighting spirit.
That is desire.
That's the urge to really fight.
Wu Zhangkong was silent.
He leaned against the wall and did not move.
Just looking at Zhong Shenxiu.
I watched it for a long time.
Then he shook his head.
"It's getting late."
His voice was cold, just like his person.
"Notice from the Education Office that the first graders will have to gather at the playground later."
He paused.
"Next time."