Within Ten Years, Everyone Must Become a Soul Douluo and a Three-Word Battle Armor Master

Tang Wulin raised his eyebrows slightly and activated Teleportation, vanishing from where he stood. The black light missed him and struck the ground, corroding a fist-sized hole into it.

Yuanen Yehui's pupils contracted slightly. Teleportation? This guy had a skill like that, too?

She had no time to dwell on it. Her second soul ring lit up, and a black domain spread from beneath her feet, enveloping several meters around her. Within it, all light was devoured, leaving only endless darkness.

"Shadow Domain!" Yuanen Yehui shouted in a low voice. "Inside this domain, your perception will be suppressed, and your speed will slow down. Let's see how you dodge now!"

Yet the moment she finished speaking, a figure appeared before her.

Tang Wulin broke through her domain almost instantly and appeared right in front of her. His movements showed not the slightest hesitation, as though the Shadow Domain had no effect on him whatsoever. Yuanen Yehui's face changed in alarm, and she instinctively backed away, but it was already too late.

Tang Wulin seized her wrist, pivoted, and swung her entire body into the air. Eight-Stage Throw!

First throw! Yuanen Yehui slammed into the ground with a muffled grunt.

Second throw! She felt as though her bones were about to come apart.

Third throw! Fourth throw! Fifth throw!

Every throw carried terrifying power, leaving Yuanen Yehui no room to resist. Her fallen angel martial soul was utterly ineffective against Tang Wulin. Those uncanny control abilities and dark soul skills seemed pale and powerless before absolute strength.

Yuanen Yehui crashed heavily into the ground, her head spinning and her vision going dark. She struggled to get up, only to discover that her entire body ached. Even moving a finger took effort.

In the end, Tang Wulin restrained himself and did not continue at full strength. Otherwise, Yuanen Yehui would undoubtedly have died.

Tang Wulin released her and stepped back twice, his expression calm. "Thank you for the match."

The classroom fell silent. Ye Xinglan and Xu Lizhi exchanged looks. Although they had long known that Tang Wulin was strong, seeing him crush a genius with twin martial souls firsthand was still shocking.

Na'er, on the other hand, looked as though this was only natural, as if she had expected this outcome all along. Gu Yue remained as impassive as ever, revealing no emotion.

Wu Changkong stepped forward, glanced at Yuanen Yehui as she lay panting on the floor, and announced, "The spar is over. Tang Wulin wins. Tang Wulin will serve as class president."

Yuanen Yehui lay on the floor, gasping for breath, a trace of fear still lingering in her eyes.

During that Eight-Stage Throw, she had felt as though an ancient ferocious beast was repeatedly battering her, leaving her utterly unable to fight back. If Tang Wulin had truly gone for the kill, she would probably already be dead.

She slowly climbed to her feet and looked at Tang Wulin's back, a complicated gleam flashing through her eyes. This guy... what kind of monster was he?

The classroom remained quiet for a moment. No one had any further objections to Tang Wulin becoming class president.

Although Yuanen Yehui still felt somewhat unwilling to accept it, that spar had made the gap between them unmistakably clear. She was no match for Tang Wulin, at least not at this stage.

Wu Changkong walked to the lectern and swept his gaze over everyone. "The class president has been decided. Next, I need to explain the plan for this Genius Class."

He paused, his tone growing solemn. "This is the first Youth Genius Class jointly established by the Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy. The program will last ten years. When you graduate ten years from now, every one of you must have broken through to Eight Rings."

The classroom instantly erupted.

"Eight Rings?" Ye Xinglan's eyes widened. "I'm only rank twenty-three right now. I have to reach rank eighty within ten years?"

Xu Lizhi's mouth also fell open. "Isn't that way too difficult? An Eight-Ring Soul Douluo—that's a level many soul masters never reach in their entire lives. And isn't ten years far too short?"

Yuanen Yehui frowned without speaking, but her expression had clearly grown somewhat grave.

She was nine years old this year and at rank twenty-seven. In ten years, she would be nineteen. To reach rank eighty, she would have to advance more than five ranks a year on average. That speed would be terrifying anywhere in the soul master world.

Na'er counted on her fingers. "I'm seven and a half this year, so in ten years, I'll be seventeen and a half... and I have to reach Eight Rings?"

Gu Yue remained calm, showing no emotional fluctuation, but her eyes flickered slightly. Clearly, she was also considering whether this goal was feasible.

Tang Wulin was somewhat stunned as well. Breaking through to Eight Rings within ten years meant that every one of them would have to become a Soul Douluo before turning twenty.

Even in the original story, this requirement would have been extraordinarily outrageous. Few of even those exceptionally gifted protagonists had managed to reach Eight Rings before the age of twenty.

Yet Wu Changkong did not seem to consider this requirement particularly unreasonable. He continued, "Besides the soul power requirement, there is another—you must all become Three-Word Battle Armor Masters."

The classroom once again fell deathly silent.

Battle armor was among the most advanced equipment in the soul master world, divided into four grades: One-Word, Two-Word, Three-Word, and Four-Word.

Being a Three-Word Battle Armor Master meant being able to create and control three-word battle armor. This required not only an extremely high level of soul power cultivation, but also exceptional proficiency in several fields, including forging, design, and inscription.

After holding it in for a long while, Xu Lizhi finally could not help speaking up. "Teacher Wu, isn't that a little too difficult? Reaching Eight Rings within ten years and becoming a Three-Word Battle Armor Master—is that really possible?"

He had voiced what everyone present was thinking. Ye Xinglan and Yuanen Yehui both looked at Wu Changkong, waiting for his answer.

Wu Changkong's expression remained calm. "Of course it is. Since the Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy jointly established this class, they will naturally provide the corresponding resources. Soul spirits, rare metals, all kinds of spiritual treasures, guidance from renowned teachers... you will receive priority access to all of these. As long as you meet the requirements, you'll have all the resources you need."

He paused, his tone turning stern. "But the condition is that you must pass each year's assessment. There will be a major examination every year, and only those who pass may advance to the next stage. Anyone who fails two years in a row will be expelled immediately."

Everyone's expressions grew complicated. On one hand, those abundant resources were enticing. On the other, the stringent assessment standards placed them under tremendous pressure.

Ye Xinglan was the first to react, clenching her fists excitedly. "All the resources we need? Doesn't that mean I can have whatever soul spirit I want?"

Xu Lizhi rubbed his hands together as well. "We can use rare metals as much as we like? Whew..."

Yuanen Yehui's eyes also lit up. The reason she had fought so desperately to become class president was that her family elders had told her this class offered exceptionally abundant resources. As long as she could establish herself here, becoming a Titled Douluo or even going beyond that would be no mere dream. Now, it seemed that claim had not been exaggerated in the slightest.

Tang Wulin, however, was the most excited of them all.

All the resources I needed? Rare metals, all kinds of spiritual treasures, soul spirits... weren't these exactly what I needed to break the Golden Dragon King Seals?

There were eighteen Golden Dragon King Seals within his body, and breaking through each one required vast quantities of heavenly treasures. He had been worrying about where to find those resources, only for an enormous pie to fall straight out of the sky into his lap.

Whew!

Tang Wulin sucked in a sharp breath, doing his best to suppress his excitement. He told himself not to make it too obvious, but no matter what he did, he could not keep the corners of his mouth from curling upward.

P.S. Guys, do you think Tang Wulin's rapid growth like this can make up for those regrets in Legend of the Dragon King?