Tang Wulin with a Ten-Year Spirit Ring

However, even after Huo Yuhao became a god, he would still occasionally make use of his Spirit Eye martial soul.

As one of the body martial souls...

It was among the very best.

Its capabilities in terms of spiritual detection still held an irreplaceable role, even after he had ascended to godhood.

Therefore...

Were the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer truly that powerful?

Han Li was very curious to know.

At this moment, a look of joy appeared on Ye Yingluo's face.

She had not expected Han Li to agree so readily, and she immediately turned her head to look at Tang Wulin.

"Wulin, you have been ranked first in actual combat for this entire period."

"Would you like the two of you to have a spar?"

Tang Wulin was standing within the ranks.

Upon hearing Ye Yingluo's words, he was stunned for a moment, his gaze involuntarily shifting toward Han Li.

Han Li, meanwhile, stood on the sidelines without any particular posture, not even looking at him.

After a moment of thought, Tang Wulin nodded.

"Very well, teacher."

Although back in the dormitory, he and Xie Xie had been intimidated by Han Li with a single punch each.

He still remembered the power of those two punches with perfect clarity.

Striking his shoulder, they had left him unable to even stand steady; that absolute suppression of strength was something he had never experienced before.

However, Tang Wulin felt that actual combat was one thing, and raw strength was another; they could not be conflated.

Having great strength did not necessarily mean one was strong in actual combat; this was a principle he had verified many times in previous combat training.

Some people had great strength but slow reactions.

Some people had great speed but little strength.

Therefore, everyone had their own advantages and disadvantages. If one could pinpoint a weakness, it was not impossible to win.

Thus, he would not necessarily lose to Han Li.

Consequently...

The other students scattered, clearing out the training ground.

The students of Class One automatically retreated to the sidelines.

The students of Class Five also stopped what they were doing, their gazes all fixed on the center.

At this moment, the attention of the entire training ground was almost entirely focused on the two people in the middle of the field.

One was Han Li, the strongest of Class One, and the other was Tang Wulin, who had held the top spot in actual combat performance these past few days.

Just thinking about this duel was enough to make people excited.

At this time, Tang Wulin walked to the center of the field and stood opposite Han Li, taking a deep breath to adjust his breathing and mindset.

He looked at Han Li, his gaze earnest and focused.

"Class monitor, I'm coming for you."

Before attacking, Tang Wulin took the initiative to give a warning.

This was not out of politeness, but a habit of his; no matter who the opponent was, he would always give a heads-up before making a move.

To this, Han Li gave a slight nod.

"Good."

A single word, brief and calm.

The students on the sidelines held their breath.

Following that, Tang Wulin said no more. He stepped forward with his left foot, bent his right knee slightly, and assumed a combat stance.

At the same time, he released his martial soul.

A white soul ring rose slowly from beneath his feet.

Yes, white.

A ten-year soul ring.

At this moment, that white ten-year soul ring...

Appeared exceptionally glaring under the sunlight of the training ground.

Especially when compared to Han Li, who stood opposite him with two purple thousand-year soul rings, forming an extremely sharp contrast.

From the direction of Class Five on the sidelines, a few low whispers could be heard.

But the sound was faint, and it vanished almost immediately.

And this was simply because Tang Ziran had no money.

They could not afford a century-level spirit soul.

In this era, the way most spirit masters obtained spirit rings was by purchasing spirit souls through the Spirit Pagoda.

Furthermore, spirit souls did not just provide spirit rings; they could also assist spirit masters in battle, making them a more advanced and user-friendly option.

However, the price of a spirit soul was far from cheap.

The selling price of a century-level spirit soul was around one million Federal Currency.

For an ordinary person like Tang Ziran, this was an astronomical sum.

Because Tang Wulin's family was modest and his father Tang Ziran had a limited income, it was already difficult enough to support the family; he simply could not scrape together that much money to buy a spirit soul.

Tang Wulin did not want to add to his family's burden, so his first spirit ring had remained elusive.

Originally, Tang Wulin had intended to join the Spirit Pagoda and receive their support.

After all, he possessed twin martial souls and innate full spirit power.

Such talent was top-tier across the entire Sun Moon Federation.

As one of the most powerful organizations on the continent, the Spirit Pagoda was never stingy when it came to investing in talented young people.

As long as Tang Wulin joined the Spirit Pagoda, let alone a century-level spirit soul, they could even provide a thousand-year or ten-thousand-year spirit soul.

But as it happened, Qiangu Dongfeng held a grudge against Shrek.

Qiangu Dongfeng was the supreme leader of the Spirit Pagoda.

And Shrek Academy had always been the Spirit Pagoda's greatest rival.

For hundreds of years, the open and secret struggles between Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda had never ceased.

Both sides wanted to dictate the direction of the spirit master world.

And as it happened, Shrek Academy had always been one with the Clear Sky Sect.

Ever since Tang San founded the Tang Sect and revitalized Shrek Academy twenty thousand years ago, the Clear Sky Sect had been linked to Shrek Academy's fate, sharing in both glory and disgrace.

Although disciples of the Clear Sky Sect would not join Shrek Academy, whenever Shrek Academy had a need, the Clear Sky Sect would generally step in to help.

Thus, when Qiangu Dongfeng saw the information regarding Tang Wulin's two martial souls, he had directly rejected Tang Wulin's application to join the Spirit Pagoda.

Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer, twin martial souls, and innate full spirit power.

In the history of the Douluo Continent, only one person had ever possessed such a combination of martial souls—

Tang San.

And Tang San was the founder of the Tang Sect, the soul of Shrek Academy, and the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect.

Therefore, the moment Qiangu Dongfeng saw Tang Wulin's martial soul file, alarm bells rang in his mind.

What he particularly could not understand was that the Clear Sky Sect had long since gone into seclusion, and because the sect was extremely xenophobic, they never intermarried with outsiders, and their bloodline never leaked out.

Therefore, outside of the Clear Sky Sect...

There was no bloodline inheritance of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Then...

From whom had Tang Wulin inherited his Clear Sky Hammer?

Qiangu Dongfeng could not figure it out.

But he did not need to figure it out.

He only needed to know...

This boy named Tang Wulin very likely had some sort of unknown connection to the Clear Sky Sect.

And perhaps the Clear Sky Sect had sent Tang Wulin to infiltrate the Spirit Pagoda, wanting to seize control of it.

As the head of the Qiangu Clan and the supreme leader of the Spirit Pagoda, he could never allow anyone associated with the Clear Sky Sect to enter the Spirit Pagoda's system.

So, in the end, Tang Wulin had to rely on a random draw, which resulted in a ten-year spirit soul.

Although the Spirit Pagoda had rejected his application to join, they would not reject his application to purchase, otherwise, if the matter were blown out of proportion, it would do the Spirit Pagoda no good.

Thus, Tang Wulin had ultimately spent thirty thousand, randomly drawing the lowest-grade ten-year spirit soul, which transformed into the white spirit ring currently at his feet.

The white spirit ring rotated slightly under the sunlight.

Yet, no expression of inferiority or embarrassment could be seen on Tang Wulin's face.

"Class monitor, watch out."

After Tang Wulin finished speaking, his figure lunged forward violently.