Practical Combat Training, and a Clash with Wu Changkong

Listening to Tang Wulin's comforting words, Li Moxun smiled at him, but then he shook his head, turned, and left, returning to his own dorm.

On the other side, Long Hengxu was reprimanding Wu Changkong.

"There was no need to show your strength outright. With strength like yours revealed, if the parents really come to complain, it'll be a very troublesome matter."

"If I didn't show my strength, was I supposed to just let them bully him? Li Moxun's talent and strength are right there for all to see, and his performance in every aspect isn't bad. There's no reason to let him be bullied."

As Wu Changkong spoke, he swept Long Hengxu a glance, then, without waiting for Long Hengxu to say anything more, opened the door and walked out.

Watching Wu Changkong leave as well, Long Hengxu sighed.

At that moment outside, the middle-aged man and the woman had already gotten into the car.

The two of them looked at their son, still unconscious in the back seat, their eyes filled with anger.

"Sigh, this martial soul fusion skill is outrageous too. Why did it have to be my Jinxi as the lead? If Zhang Yangzi had been the lead, maybe he'd be the one with these injuries."

"Isn't Zhang Yangzi unconscious too? Although he isn't injured, being unconscious doesn't feel good either. And he'll most likely come looking for our son afterward. He's our son's best classmate, after all."

The middle-aged man spoke with some helplessness, while the woman merely curled her lip and said nothing.

As the car continued driving, neither of them noticed that, on the roof of the car, a black-haired young man in his twenties was sitting there silently.

His expression was very calm, and in his hand he held an ordinary soul-guided longsword.

Gazing at the soul-guided longsword in his hand, the young man's expression remained unchanged.

As the car kept moving, his figure flickered slightly, yet he was not thrown off by the vehicle's speed in the slightest.

When the car reached the outskirts and left the range of East Sea City, the young man quietly looked at the soul-guided longsword in his hand, the one he had spent four thousand gold soul coins to buy.

Then, in the next second, the young man's body vanished.

In the second after that, the entire car was sliced into forty or fifty pieces in an instant.

As a booming explosion rang out, a low dragon's roar sounded. The Bone Dragon martial soul appeared behind the middle-aged man, while in his arms he held Wang Jinxi.

On the other side, two soul rings likewise appeared on the woman's body, and a pitch-black longsword appeared in her hand.

Gazing at the two of them, the young man stood there in silence, his brilliant golden eyes calmly looking toward them.

Then, in the next second, everything around them seemed to pause—or rather, only a single brief second had passed.

Then the man's left arm was chopped off, while the woman's mouth was directly pierced through, her tongue severed by a single slash.

The man and woman let out low screams of agony in an instant, and then the young man's figure vanished from where he stood.

Feeling the terrifying pain coming from his body, the man forced himself to clutch his severed arm.

But when he stared around and swept his gaze over the surroundings, the black-clad young man had already disappeared.

He had not even gotten a clear look at what the other person looked like before he had already been severely injured.

He even had a premonition that, if the other party had not held back, they would already have been killed.

Thinking of this, the man clenched his teeth tightly. He turned his head to look at his wife, only to discover that her tongue had already been cut out.

And that tongue of hers, which had still been cursing people earlier, had been casually thrown onto the ground, as if it were nothing more than a piece of waste paper stained with dirt.

At East Sea Academy, it was already night.

As several people gathered, Gu Yue was somewhat surprised by Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's departure.

Only after hearing about what had happened between them, her gaze also turned somewhat curious as she sized up Li Moxun before her.

As the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yue could sense that the youth in front of her possessed a kind of draconic bloodline characteristic.

Only, that bloodline was extremely strange. It seemed not to belong to the same system of power as theirs, but to a system with an even stricter hierarchy of bloodlines.

However, although she could sense that Li Moxun's bloodline was unique, she did not care that much. After all, in her mind, it was all essentially the same.

At this moment in the combat room, Wu Changkong's gaze swept over the few of them, and then he said in a flat voice, "A new student is joining tonight. The content of this special training will be the same as always: you come and fight me. All of you together. Let me see your strength."

As Wu Changkong spoke, his gaze settled mainly on Li Moxun.

After all, although Wu Changkong had not seen the scene of him defeating Wang Jinxi that afternoon, he had asked many students about it.

The terrifying force of that punch had also piqued Wu Changkong's interest.

As Wu Changkong's words fell, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue all looked somewhat helpless.

But after hearing Wu Changkong's words, Tang Wulin still took the lead and stepped forward first. In his palm, the power of the Golden Dragon King condensed in an instant, and then his figure was the first to charge toward Wu Changkong.

Xie Xie, meanwhile, shifted one step sideways, his whole body instantly approaching Wu Changkong as if he had teleported.

On the other side, Gu Yue raised her hand, ice and fire elements condensing in it as terrifying power of ice and fire swept out to attack Wu Changkong.

Facing the powerful attacks of the three of them, Wu Changkong merely raised his hand. The second soul ring on his body lit up, and with the terrifying ice empowering him, the three of them rapidly slowed.

Wu Changkong's gaze, however, remained fixed tightly on Li Moxun.

Sensing Wu Changkong's gaze, Li Moxun smiled, then likewise stepped forward.

Two pure red soul rings appeared around him in an instant, and the aura belonging to hundred-thousand-year red soul rings spread out at once.

Looking at that soul ring, even Wu Zhangkong froze for an instant.

It was not that Li Moxun was being arrogant. He could have used spiritual power to simulate his own soul rings, turning them into hundred-year or thousand-year rings, but as far as he was concerned, there was no need.

These were the two soul rings bestowed by A-Tai, two rings that were likewise only one step away from orange soul rings. Their manifested form was naturally pure, hundred-thousand-year crimson.

Even so, Li Moxun still did not use a soul skill. As his figure drew closer, his fair, jade-like fist suddenly shot out. Terrifying force swept forth, crashing directly into the Frost Sword.

That terrifying strength even produced a faint sonic boom. Even Wu Zhangkong was forced back a step, and he looked at Li Moxun with surprise in his eyes.

Then the Frost Sword slashed down fiercely, while pure white fur emerged across Li Moxun's body. With the power of his flesh skyrocketing, he slammed head-on into Wu Zhangkong.

Watching the young man before them, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and even Gu Yue all had a trace of astonishment in their eyes.

The strength of this Titan Snow Demon King martial soul was a little too intense.

Judging by the strength this martial soul displayed alone, even an ordinary three-ring soul master might be completely unable to defeat Li Moxun.

Especially as he threw punch after punch, the area around him likewise carried a terrifying power of ice. That icy power was actually able to barely scatter Wu Zhangkong's ice.

One had to know that Wu Zhangkong's Frost Sword was only one step away from ultimate ice!

But at this moment, facing Li Moxun's true ultimate ice, even when Wu Zhangkong drove it with the power of a peak Soul Emperor, he still could not completely suppress Li Moxun.

And sensing Li Moxun's terrifying strength, Wu Zhangkong's expression also turned serious, a rare sight.

As the third soul ring on his body lit up, the Frost Sword in his hand transformed in an instant into a heavy sword of frost.

As he raised the enormous sword high, the terrifying greatsword slashed down. And Li Moxun, looking at the second soul ring on his body, finally lit up his own soul ring.