Douluo: Martial Spirit Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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"Stop! No fighting!"

Seeing the soul ring floating, the female teacher in class hurried over to stop it.

"It's class time now, do you want to rebel?"

The girls lowered their heads guiltily, not daring to do anything else.

"This is Xuan Ming's first time attending the reaction training class. I'll help him get familiar with it first, and you can form your own teams." said the female teacher.

"Oh..." The girls dispersed in disappointment and went to form teams.

Seeing the teacher personally joining forces with Xuan Ming, Yan couldn't help but sigh, "He's in trouble."

Teacher Lin Lin is well-known for her strict teaching. Since the reaction training class is conducted in pairs, there will sometimes be students alone.

At such times, the teacher will personally come out to practice with the students.

"Not necessarily." Xie Yue said.

"Maybe not?" Yan was stunned.

"Could his reaction be faster than the teacher's?"

"You'll know when you see it." Xie Yue didn't say much.

Cute children are more likely to be favored by adults, and if they have a tragic life story, they will be even more invincible.

Xuan Ming's image itself is very attractive to women, and his cold temperament has inexplicably touched the hearts of many teachers.

Coupled with the news of Xuan Ming's tragic life that came from nowhere, many teachers were stimulated and their maternal love overflowed.

Soon, everyone was divided into teams and officially started today's class.

However, when everyone saw the small hammers and hats that had been distributed and placed on the table, their faces became a little tense.

Didn't we use water cups and small shields in reaction training classes before?

One side splashes water, the other side blocks the water.

What do these hammers and hats mean?

"Teacher...did you take the wrong props?" a student asked in a panic.

"You're not taking the wrong thing. We used to splash water in class, but it seemed like no one was very interested, so the teacher specially made this batch of hardwood hammers for everyone." Teacher Lin Lin said with a smile.

"The rules are pretty much the same as before."

"There was a hammer and a hat on the table."

"The two students in the team will play rock-paper-scissors. The winner will hit the other's head with a hammer, and the loser will protect his head with a hat."

"The one holding the hammer must attack before the other party puts on the hat."

"If the hat is put on first, the one holding the hammer will be punished and hit with the hammer!"

"Teacher, this... can it be possessed by spirit?" After trying the power of the small wooden hammer, many students panicked.

They are mostly first-ring spirit masters here, and this wooden hammer is very hard! If it hits them dozens of times, they will be smashed into idiots, right? "No, this is unfair to weapon spirit masters." Teacher Lin Lin said.

"Also, this is a reaction training course, and the use of martial spirits is not allowed."

"Before, I let you guys splash water on me and you guys had a lot of fun playing with me. Now I'm going to use hammers to hit you. I want to see if you guys can still laugh."

"Hurry up! Start training!"

Hearing this, all the students had no choice but to stand in front of the table and start training.

"Do you understand the rules?" Teacher Lin Lin came to Xuan Ming and sat down.

"Yeah." Xuan Ming nodded.

"Let's start." Teacher Lin Lin extended her right hand.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

Seeing the cloth opposite and his own little fist, Xuan Ming subconsciously reached out to grab the hat, but before his hand could grab the hat, Teacher Lin Lin's hammer fell on his head.

Knocked gently.

"…"

Seeing this, the students in class followed suit, and those holding hammers did not use too much force. After all, things change! However, before they had fought for a few rounds, Teacher Lin Lin came over and turned around to see what was going on.

"Didn't you guys eat? Why was the beating so light?"

"Push harder!"

"Give it your all, this is training! Not a game!"

"If anyone doesn't take it seriously, the teacher will have to teach the class himself."

Bang!

"Ouch! My head! Xieyue! Be gentle!"

"Be gentle? Yan, do you want to practice with the teacher?"

"No, no…"

"If you don't have any, hurry up! Get practicing!"

"If you don't let me see you with lumps on your heads, you won't be able to leave get out of class today!"

"…"

After a round of inspection, Teacher Lin Lin came back and sat opposite Xuan Ming.

"Come on, let's continue."

"Yeah." Xuan Ming nodded.

"Rock…paper, scissors!"

Once again, a big hand met a small fist, and Xuan Ming quickly reached out to grab his hat.

Unfortunately, just like before, before he even touched his hat, the hammer from the other side fell on his head.

Still gently.

"Come on, continue." Teacher Lin Lin put the hammer back.

Xuan Ming didn't say anything about this special care. After all, he was not a masochist. And judging from Yan's appearance, it seemed that it would be quite painful to hit someone with this small hammer.

…

Time flies, and soon the afternoon class is over.

"Look at how cowardly you are!" Teacher Lin Lin looked impatient.

"Xuan Ming was better than you in the first class, are you ashamed?"

"I am very disappointed in you!"

"???"

Looking at Xuan Ming who lost from the beginning to the end but was intact, a group of students covered their heads with lumps, feeling extremely unbalanced! No, teacher, why don't you listen to what you are saying?

"Why, do you have any objections?" Teacher Lin Lin narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Why don't you come and try it with me?"

"…"

"no comment!"

…

The Pope's Palace.

After Golden Crocodile delivered everything that was needed, Bibi Dong was ready to start helping Xuan Ming repair his martial soul.

"Have you adapted to the studies at Wuhun Academy recently?"

"Um."

Boom!

Bibi Dong raised her hand and slapped his head. "Speak properly, don't make those humming and ohing noises."

Xuan Ming covered his forehead and said, "I always talk like this."

"Just because it's always been this way doesn't mean it's right," Bibi Dong said.

"It's okay to be perfunctory with others, but when you talk to me, be serious."

"Why are you serious?" Xuan Ming asked.

Bibi Dong thought for a moment and said, "Using the example I gave you just now, if I ask you if you are still adapting, you should say that you are fine and have adapted quite well. If you are not adapting, you should say that you are not adapting at all and also tell us about the problems you have encountered."

"Do you remember?"

"Um."

"Um?"

"I remember."

"…"

Bibi Dong sighed, "Next, I will start to help you repair that part of your martial soul defect. This process may be painful, and I'm not sure how painful it will be. Are you... ready?"

"Ready." Xuan Ming said.

"…"

"Then follow me." Bibi Dong didn't say much. She stood up and led Xuan Ming towards the secret room deep in the Pope's Palace.

"In the first stage, I have to help you separate the parts of your two martial souls that are entangled together, and then sort them out. This process will be very long. Once you start, you can't stop. And in the process of repairing your martial souls, you must not lose consciousness. You must do your best to control your two martial souls, especially your beast martial soul! Don't lose control!"

"I understand." Xuan Ming said.

"Take off your clothes and go in." Bibi Dong pointed to a small wooden barrel in the secret room that was emitting steam.

"This is the liquid medicine I prepared. It can be used to relieve your pain and speed up the healing of the damage to your martial spirit."

"However, you will absorb it very slowly, so I will use a special method to help you absorb it faster."

"Of course, it might hurt a little."

"…"

"Are you scared?" Bibi Dong looked at Xuan Ming who was lying motionless.

"No, do I have to take it off?" Xuan Ming asked.

"You don't have to take it off." Bibi Dong said.

"I can help you tear off your clothes later."

"…"

Xuan Ming hesitated for a moment, walked to the wooden barrel, and took off his outer clothes. He was a little hesitant when taking off his inner clothes.

"Don't hide, you'll be exposed soon." Bibi Dong said.

"…"

Xuan Ming took a deep breath, quickly took off his clothes, and jumped in.

"Why are you as shy as a little girl?" Bibi Dong found it a little funny.

"It doesn't match your cold temperament."

Xuan Ming did not respond, with most of his head hidden under the water.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Bibi Dong walked behind Xuan Ming and sat down.

"Concentrate, stabilize your two martial spirits, and do your best to suppress them."

"Yeah." Xuan Ming nodded.

"Let's begin." Eight spider legs flashing purple light grew out from behind Bibi Dong and slowly placed them on Xuan Ming's body.

"It may be a little painful at first, just bear with it."

"Uh-huh!!"

A violent tearing sensation spread throughout his body, and the two dragons on Xuan Ming's back were almost out of control.

"Your beast spirit has a profound impact on your body. If I touch it, it's almost the same as touching you." Bibi Dong frowned.

"Hold it."

"Um!"

"…"

"Why don't we just forget it? I see you can't bear it any longer, and the more painful things are still to come."

"Big sister! Stop playing with me! It hurts!"

"Well, that's what you said."

"Ugh!!!"

"See, I told you you couldn't handle it."

"…"

can't bear it any longer, and the more painful things are still to come."

"Big sister! Stop playing with me! It hurts!"

"Well, that's what you said."

"Ugh!!!"

"See, I told you you couldn't handle it."

"…"