Douluo: I'm Invincible

Chapter 25: Wu Changkong Was Nearly Disfigured

After entering the state of concentration, Tang Wulin was particularly alert. He knew clearly that if he retreated, his left-handed hammer wouldn't reach the teacher.

So, he suddenly let go of the left hammer and let it fly straight at Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong casually shook the wooden sword in his hand and slashed horizontally at the left hammer.

Wu Changkong's spirit was originally a sword. He pursued the realm of breaking all laws with one sword. No matter what the opponent's attack was or who the opponent was, he always relied on the sword.

However, this time, he suffered a loss.

When the hammer and sword collided, Wu Changkong only felt a strong force pass through the wooden sword. Though it wasn't stronger than him, he wasn't using his martial spirit—only a small part of his soul power. Suddenly, he found his wooden sword couldn't withstand it.

Before he could inject more soul power, two more waves of force surged from the wooden sword. At the same time, a familiar dizziness swept over him—Wu Changkong lost consciousness for a brief moment.

Crack!

The wooden sword snapped, and the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer crashed toward his head.

"Teacher Wu!"

Seeing that the hammer was about to smash Wu Changkong's face, Tang Wulin couldn't help but cry out.

Perhaps it was a life-and-death instinct, or Tang Wulin's shout that jolted him awake, but Wu Changkong finally regained consciousness when the hammer was inches from his face.

He saw the hammer so close it nearly touched his skin—and exploded into action!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

Six soul rings emerged from Wu Changkong's body. His soul power surged, and the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer came to a sudden halt. A long sword appeared in his hand, and Wu Changkong knocked the hammer aside.

The seemingly small forging hammer crashed to the ground with a thunderous bang, startling both Xie Xie and Gu Yue, who had rushed in to help.

Not only were they shocked that Tang Wulin had forced Teacher Wu to retreat and even break his wooden sword—they were stunned that their teacher was a six-ring Soul Emperor!

"Stop! You've won this battle." Wu Changkong raised a hand, halting Gu Yue and Xie Xie from attacking. The moment he used his martial spirit, he considered himself defeated.

Truth be told, Wu Changkong was sweating a bit. Earlier, when he was struck by Nan Fusheng's soul skill, he had kept his mental power highly focused.

In his mind, with Soul Emperor-level spiritual power, Nan Fusheng's strange soul skill—despite being unusual—shouldn't be a serious threat if he was prepared. After all, it was just a first soul skill.

But he hadn't expected to nearly capsize in still waters. Nan Fusheng had used his skill right as Tang Wulin's Thousand Forged Silver Hammer shattered the wooden sword—and it worked. Wu Changkong blacked out. Had he not subconsciously activated his martial soul just in time...

If he'd been hit by the hammer—even if his head didn't explode—

he'd definitely be lying in a hospital bed. And his face would've been ruined. The cold and arrogant male god still had to save face! If he were hospitalized by a bunch of students, how could he show his face at Donghai Academy again?

"Oh! We won! We beat Teacher Wu!"

Xie Xie shouted excitedly, and the other three grinned. After all, Teacher Wu was a six-ring Soul Emperor! Even if it had been a little tricky—a win was a win.

Wu Changkong, standing off to the side, silently made a mental note about Xie Xie. He was going to teach this one a lesson later.

He had contributed the least during the battle, and even deliberately held back Gu Yue during Tang Wulin's moment of danger—yet now he was shouting the loudest, afraid no one would notice his so-called "win."

Xie Xie, unaware that he had been added to Wu Changkong's "blacklist," suddenly felt a chill.

"Nan Fusheng, use your soul skill on me again," Wu Changkong said.

"Okay." Nan Fusheng didn't waste time. He immediately used Steal on Wu Changkong.

As the light of a ten-year soul ring flickered, Wu Changkong held his breath, focused his mind, and stared at Nan Fusheng. Another wave of dizziness followed.

"Nan Fusheng, do you mind telling me about your soul skill?" Wu Changkong asked.

It was taboo to inquire about another Soul Master's abilities unless they were close. So Wu Changkong respectfully asked for permission.

"Well, Teacher Wu, my first soul skill: Time Deprivation—it deprives the target of consciousness for a period. It depends on the spiritual strength of both sides.

The stronger the opponent, the shorter the effect. As long as I can see or mentally lock onto the target, I can activate it." Nan Fusheng answered half-truthfully.

"A soul skill that robs consciousness? You can affect a Soul Emperor like me, even briefly? This martial soul might be more terrifying than I thought... Time worm? Time-type?"

Just as Wu Changkong fell deep in thought, he caught sight of the Thousand Forged Silver Hammer that had broken his wooden sword.

"There's something strange about your hammer."

He turned to Tang Wulin, who was retrieving the weapon. Though Nan Fusheng's soul skill had controlled him, it was the hammer that had delivered the decisive blow.

Tang Wulin replied, "It's a heavy silver hammer. Heavier than an ordinary forging hammer."

"How heavy? Let me try!" Xie Xie ran over excitedly and grabbed the hammer.

Clang!

The hammer dropped the moment it left Tang Wulin's hand—its sheer weight yanked Xie Xie face-first into the ground.

"Oww! What is this thing? Why is it so heavy?!"

Wu Changkong walked over and picked it up. He couldn't help but be impressed. No wonder his sword had broken. The weight of this hammer...

"One hammer weighs about 150 kilograms," Tang Wulin said.

Wu Changkong asked, "I felt three waves of force from it. Was that your control?"

Tang Wulin hesitated slightly. "It's the hammer itself. After forging a metal a thousand times, special effects can emerge. My silver hammer has this effect—it's called the Stacking Hammer."

Though Wu Changkong didn't know how to forge, he could sense the value of these Thousand-Forged Silver Hammers. He nodded thoughtfully and said, "You're talented in forging? I heard that Mu Xi—the one who challenged you earlier—is the daughter of the Forging Association president."

"Yes, I'm a forger," Tang Wulin replied, recalling the respect he received at the Forging Association. It lifted his spirits.

Wu Changkong's expression turned contemplative. He raised a hand toward Tang Wulin. "Come. Hold my hand."

"Huh?"

"Pull me with all your strength. I want to feel how strong you really are."

"Oh."

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, tightened his arms, and began to pull with full force.

This time, Wu Changkong was prepared. He stood unmoving, like a pillar nailed into the earth.

Tang Wulin's face turned red with exertion. Although Wu Changkong didn't budge, faint soul power fluctuations showed he wasn't completely relaxed. He needed that energy to hold his ground.

"Okay."

Wu Changkong finally called it off.

Tang Wulin let go.

A rare gleam appeared in Wu Changkong's otherwise cold eyes. He patted Tang Wulin's shoulder.

"All four of you will participate in the promotion match. With strength like this, our tactics... might get interesting."

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