Then Tang Wulin felt a terrifying force surge toward him.
The Clear Sky Hammer nearly flew from his grasp.
His entire body was sent flying backward.
He flew a great distance.
More than ten meters...
Before crashing heavily onto the ground.
After landing, he rolled several more times, carving a long trail across the ground before finally coming to a stop.
The Clear Sky Hammer slipped from his hand and landed on the grass nearby with a dull thud.
Tang Wulin lay on the grass, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.
Both his hands were covered in blood.
His entire arms trembled uncontrollably.
His mind was completely blank.
The training ground was utterly silent.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene.
One had to know.
Tang Wulin had now undergone a complete transformation.
From a Ten-Year Spirit Ring to a Hundred-Year Spirit Ring.
From a One-Ring Soul Master to a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster...
His strength had clearly increased by several times over.
If it had been anyone else, they could not possibly have sent him flying with a single strike like last time.
Yet Han Li was still the same as before.
One strike, sent flying, hit the ground.
There was no difference from last time!
Wasn't this too terrifying?
Some people subconsciously swallowed, some drew in sharp breaths, and some covered their mouths with their hands.
And at that moment...
Wu Changkong's expression was also extremely unpleasant.
He stood at the edge of the field, his white robe swaying gently in the wind, his silver-white hair covering half his face.
Yet even beneath that cover, his face could be seen to be frighteningly gloomy, like the dark, oppressive sky before a storm that made it hard to breathe.
He had never expected that after paying such a price.
A three-million Spirit Ascension Platform entry card, two Hundred-Year Soul Spirits, and the time and effort he had invested himself...
Tang Wulin would still lose.
And it had even been a single strike.
A strike no different from the last one.
He had believed Tang Wulin's improvement would be enough to narrow the gap between him and Han Li.
He had believed this match would at least let others see the results of his teaching.
But reality gave him a resounding slap across the face.
Tang Wulin had not even lasted one move.
He took a deep look at Han Li, his gaze carrying scrutiny, confusion, and a trace of grave seriousness that was difficult to detect.
He had grown curious about Han Li's Martial Soul.
Just what kind of dragon was that Dragon Martial Soul?
Gold?
On Douluo Continent...
Golden dragon-type Martial Souls were rare.
The most common was the Holy Sacred Dragon, a top-tier dragon Martial Soul born from a mutation in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline.
The Holy Sacred Dragon's scales were indeed golden, and it was also a close-combat Martial Soul famed for its power.
Yet the Golden Dragon Claw Han Li had used gave him a different feeling from the Holy Sacred Dragon.
The Holy Sacred Dragon possessed a bright gold color.
But within the gold on Han Li's claw, there seemed to be something else mixed in.
Moreover, the Holy Sacred Dragon's attribute was holy light.
It was the power of a sacred attribute.
But in Han Li's claw...
He had not sensed even a trace of sacred aura, only pure, naked power.
Shattering power.
What kind of dragon was that?
Wu Changkong silently remembered this question.
Meanwhile, Ye Yingluo was thoroughly delighted.
Her laughter came from the direction of Class One's group, exceptionally clear across the quiet training ground.
She laughed without restraint, wildly and freely, until tears nearly came to her eyes.
One hand clutched her stomach while the other pointed toward Wu Changkong as she doubled over with laughter.
Her laughter sounded exceptionally grating to Wu Changkong.
He knew exactly what Ye Yingluo was laughing at.
She was laughing at his overestimation of himself, laughing at how he had put in so much effort only for Tang Wulin to fail to last even one move.
Wu Changkong's expression darkened further, but he said nothing.
He took a deep breath, suppressing every emotion in his heart, then turned and walked toward the field.
Tang Wulin was still lying on the ground. The bleeding from his arms had stopped, but blood still seeped from the wounds in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.
He stared blankly at the sky, as though everything had been drained from him. He lay there dazed and motionless.
Wu Changkong walked to his side.
He did not say a word.
He merely stood there in silence.
Tang Wulin's eyes moved, and his gaze shifted from the sky to Wu Changkong's face.
He saw Wu Changkong's expression.
That stern face held no emotion at all, calm as a stagnant pool.
Yet it was precisely that calm...
That hurt Tang Wulin more than any rebuke could have.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "I'm sorry," but swallowed the words before they came out.
In the end, Wu Changkong silently turned around and walked off the training ground.
Tang Wulin climbed to his feet, silently picked up the Clear Sky Hammer from the grass, and withdrew it into his body.
He lowered his head without looking at anyone, then followed behind Wu Changkong as they walked out of the training ground, step by step.
The two left the training ground one after the other.
The students of Class Five looked at each other, unsure what to do, before finally swarming after them.
Very soon, only Class One remained on the training ground.
Han Li calmly stood where he was and casually placed the Deep Sea Sunken Silver into his Storage Bracelet.
Deep Sea Sunken Silver was worth three million on the market.
Not a loss.
After Wu Changkong and his group left...
Practical training class continued as usual.
The training ground returned to its normal teaching order.
The Class One students split back into groups and resumed their individual combat training.
And life went on as usual.
Classes, cultivation, dismissal, meals, meditation.
Han Li's daily routine was orderly to the point of rigidity.
He rarely joined the students' group activities and seldom interacted much with anyone else.
Most of the time, he kept to himself, cultivating alone, eating alone, and thinking alone.
Xie Xie had once tried to get friendly with Han Li, only to be discouraged by a single look from him.
Gu Yue, however, often drifted close to Han Li, seemingly intentionally and unintentionally, but Han Li's attitude toward her remained indifferent.
Neither warm nor cold, as though he treated her like any other ordinary classmate.
Until the seventh day.
Han Li's Communication Soul Tool vibrated.
He took out the small Soul Tool and glanced at the message flashing across it, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
The Millennium Sea Dragon Marrow had arrived.
He immediately set out for the auction house.
Just as before, he put on a mask, entered through the side door into a reception room, and met the middle-aged man responsible for purchases.
The man did not say much. He simply placed a sealed jade bottle on the table, its surface giving off a faint smell of the sea and a subtle fluctuation of energy.
"Millennium Sea Dragon Marrow, freshly extracted from a Sea Dragon in the depths of the East Sea. Its freshness is very high."
The middle-aged man said.
Han Li opened the jade bottle and took a look. After confirming that its age and quality were correct, he readily paid.
The goods and money were exchanged.
At that point, all four heavenly treasures had been gathered.
Han Li did not delay.
Taking the items, he left the auction house directly.
He did not return to the academy. Instead, he went to a hotel in Eastsea City and rented a room.
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