Combat Training, Opponent Tang Wulin

Thinking of this, Gu Yuena's lips curled slightly upward, a glint of craftiness flashing in her eyes.

She turned her head to glance at Han Li beside her. He was flipping through a textbook, seemingly unaware that she had sat down next to him, and even less aware of what was running through her mind.

With that, Gu Yuena withdrew her gaze and let out a soft, internal huff.

Of course.

The current Gu Yue was merely an alias for Gu Yuena.

She had not split off a secondary personality as she had in the original story.

Na'er was her, and she was Na'er.

It was only during that period when she had lost her memories...

That she had acted more innocent and naive.

Now, her memories had been fully restored.

She was still that same Gu Yuena.

Still the Silver Dragon King.

Still the Lord of Soul Beasts.

It was just that she now had a small, personal goal.

Han Li, just you wait.

At this moment, Gu Yue opened the textbook in front of her, though her thoughts were not on it at all.

Soon, it was time for practical training again.

The sun was bright on the playground, bathing the entire training field in a dazzling glow.

Students from Class One and Class Five occupied their respective halves of the field; some were warming up, others were whispering to each other, and occasionally, a few shouts erupted from the crowd.

Because Han Li had established his authority in the dormitory earlier, Tang Wulin and the others dared not spar with him.

During the practical training sessions over these past few days, the students of Class One had been divided into groups to fight in pairs, but Han Li always stood on the sidelines watching. No one approached him, and he did not approach anyone else.

Whenever Tang Wulin and Xie Xie's gazes swept over him, they would instinctively look away.

The shadow of those two punches from that day had yet to dissipate from their hearts.

But today, Class Five happened to be on the playground as well.

With both classes having their practical training at the same time, only a white line separated them in the middle of the field.

The students of Class Five stood on the other side, quiet and still, unlike the lively atmosphere on the Class One side.

Their homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong, stood at the very front, dressed in a white robe with a cold expression on his face.

This stirred a sense of competitiveness in Ye Yingluo.

Standing at the front of the Class One formation with her arms crossed, she cast glances toward the Class Five side from time to time.

To her, Wu Changkong's expressionless, icy face was particularly grating.

After all, due to certain circumstances, Wu Changkong had moved from the advanced division to the primary division to teach this group of freshmen, claiming with absolute certainty that he would produce outstanding students.

The day he arrived, he had said those words at a general faculty meeting—his tone flat, his eyes resolute, as if he hadn't taken over the worst class in the entire grade, but rather a group of uncut gems waiting for him to polish them.

But to Ye Yingluo, this felt entirely unrealistic.

She was no novice without teaching experience; she had led several cohorts of students and had seen every type of class imaginable.

Classes with high talent, classes with low talent...

She had taught them all.

Students with high talent could make rapid progress with just a little guidance.

Students with low talent, no matter how hard they tried, struggled to make a splash.

This was an ironclad rule she had concluded from her many years of teaching.

After all...

Class Five didn't even have a single two-ring Soul Master.

Since the start of the school year, the students of Class Five had been training with undeniable diligence.

Ye Yingluo often saw them staying an extra hour on the training field, and frequently saw them sparring with each other during breaks.

But cultivation...

Was not something that could be solved by effort alone.

Because the martial souls of most students in Class Five...

Were of a very ordinary variety.

And the limits of those martial souls were already set in stone.

No matter how hard they cultivated, it was impossible for them to surpass those students born with powerful martial souls.

Therefore, it was incredibly difficult for Wu Changkong to mold them into experts.

This had nothing to do with whether the students were hardworking or not.

It was purely because on the Douluo Continent...

Bloodline and martial soul determined one's ceiling.

This was an immutable truth on this continent, one that had remained unchanged from twenty thousand years ago to the present day.

A person's martial soul largely determined the heights they could reach in their lifetime.

Acquired effort could allow them to reach the absolute limit of their potential, but it could never break through that ceiling.

Because, no matter how sharply one sharpened a wooden sword...

It could never become a divine sword.

Immediately, Ye Yingluo looked toward Han Li and spoke.

"Class monitor."

"In recent practical combat sessions..."

"You have always been watching from the sidelines."

"Do you not intend to practice today?"

Yes, class monitor.

Relying on his soul power, which had reached level twenty-seven, as well as the advantage of his twin martial souls...

Han Li sat firmly in the top seat of Class One.

And none of the students in the class dared to object.

Even someone with a haughty personality like Xie Xie...

Remained well-behaved in front of Han Li.

This was not just the crushing weight of strength, but also a natural aura that made others unable to even harbor the thought of challenging him.

As for why Ye Yingluo was so polite to Han Li...

It was because geniuses were inherently aloof.

She had seen too many geniuses.

Some were sharp and exposed, while others were restrained and profound.

But deep down, they all possessed the same pride.

And constant suppression...

Would instead easily cause them to lose that sense of indomitable confidence and determination.

In the end, they would become timid and mediocre, fading into the crowd.

Therefore, provided it did not affect the students' cultivation and future, her management style was relatively relaxed.

She usually observed from the sidelines, providing assistance.

Rather than interfering at every turn.

Han Li thought for a moment and nodded.

"Alright."

He had not originally intended to make a move today.

But since Ye Yingluo had spoken...

He had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, he did indeed want to see just how strong Tang Wulin really was.

After all, those die-hard fans from his past life had always been boasting that the Blue Silver Emperor combined with the Clear Sky Hammer was even more impressive than the Golden Dragon King.

As if, had the Golden Dragon King not been holding him back...

Tang Wulin could have swept away all opponents with just his Blue Silver Emperor and Clear Sky Hammer.

Thus, the Golden Dragon King was actually a burden...

Dragging down his talent and future.

To this, Han Li could only offer a cold laugh.

The theory of martial soul bloodline mutation on the Douluo Continent...

Had already decided it.

Future martial souls would only become stronger...

And not weaker.

This was the fundamental law of martial soul evolution; any martial soul in the process of bloodline inheritance...

They are constantly mutating, merging, and evolving.

This is to adapt to the changes in the environment and the era.

It is just like...

The number one beast martial soul in the world twenty thousand years ago—

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

It later mutated into the Holy Sacred Dragon martial soul.

With the same bloodline, the version from twenty thousand years ago and the one from twenty thousand years later are on completely different levels.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was indeed powerful back then.

But in later generations...

The Holy Sacred Dragon is the true pinnacle.

Not to mention, even the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul was not that strong twenty thousand years ago.

Do not forget, after Tang San became a god...

These two martial souls were almost useless.

He always used the divine artifact in his hand, the Sea God Trident, and the Thirteen Styles of the Sea God.

And after he became a god, when he fought, he relied on his divine artifact, while the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer...

Basically never had a chance to appear.