"Teacher..."
"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
Tang Wulin wore a thoughtful expression as he couldn't help but ask.
And it wasn't just him. The other students around him also looked bewildered, feeling as if they had misspoken.
"No."
"It's you and me fighting."
"Let me see how much stronger your Blue Silver Grass is compared to the ordinary kind."
Wu Zhangkong shook his head and spoke slowly.
"So that's how it is..."
Hearing this, Tang Wulin finally seemed to understand. He had thought the teacher wanted to bully him, but it turned out he had misunderstood.
"Then..."
"I'll make my move, Teacher."
Tang Wulin nodded seriously, then released his Blue Silver Grass, transforming it all into swords that shot toward his opponent.
This was Azure Silver as Swords!
"..."
Wu Zhangkong silently watched the scene before him, not even bothering to summon his Martial Soul. Instead, he simply intercepted all the Blue Silver Grass with his bare hands.
"Do you have any other moves?"
"You can show them all."
He said indifferently.
"Other moves..."
"Teacher, can I not use my Martial Soul this time?"
Tang Wulin asked thoughtfully, his face filled with contemplation.
"Not use your Martial Soul?"
"As long as you have any means, you can use them."
Wu Zhangkong was a bit puzzled but still agreed.
Although he didn't know what kind of techniques could be used without a Martial Soul...
Just as he was thinking this, a massive hammer suddenly appeared in Tang Wulin's hands under his gaze.
The Thousand Refined Silver Hammer—his strongest creation at this stage.
Unlike the small tool he had used to beat Zhou Changxi earlier, this was now the best item to fully unleash his strength.
"Huh?"
"A hammer?"
Under Wu Zhangkong's bewildered gaze, Tang Wulin tightly gripped the Forging Hammer and fiercely swung it toward him.
"..."
The moment the hammer struck his palm, Wu Zhangkong, who hadn't moved an inch, was already filled with astonishment.
"Hand me the hammer."
He said slowly.
"Alright, Teacher."
Tang Wulin didn't refuse and handed the Forging Hammer over.
"..."
"Huh?"
"It's so heavy."
As he took the hammer, Wu Zhangkong was immediately stunned, his face filled with disbelief. No wonder the boy could deliver such a powerful strike—this hammer was no ordinary item.
Generally, only someone with at least the cultivation of a Grand Soul Master could wield such a hammer.
"That's enough. Let's stop here."
"The rest of you can leave. Tang Wulin, come with me."
Wu Zhangkong gave Tang Wulin a deep look, then without saying more, left a cool and composed figure as he headed toward the school building.
"Huh?"
Tang Wulin was slightly startled but quickly followed, running after him.
Inside the personal office.
"Your strength..."
"Is beyond imagination."
As soon as they entered the office, before Tang Wulin could even ask, Wu Zhangkong's face already showed a look of amazement as he spoke bluntly.
He had seen many geniuses.
But someone with a Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass, yet possessing such incredible strength and wielding such an extraordinary hammer to strike him—he had truly never seen anyone like that before.
"My strength..."
"It is indeed a bit greater."
Tang Wulin didn't deny it and nodded.
After all, inside his body...
Lived a dragon.
"Your strength, even among other Power Attack System Soul Masters, is likely unmatched, especially when paired with that hammer of yours..."
"Even a Grand Soul Master might not surpass you."
Wu Zhangkong gave him a deep look and spoke earnestly.
"And the sharpening of the Blue Silver Grass..."
"I've never seen Blue Silver Grass develop in such a way. Was this your own decision?"
Wu Zhangkong's face carried a hint of admiration.
"No, it was my brother who taught me."
Tang Wulin shook his head, his eyes shining as he spoke slowly.
"Your brother..."
"To have such an idea, he must be quite a formidable individual."
Wu Zhangkong nodded thoughtfully.
"But this hammer... it's a Forging Hammer, isn't it?"
"You're also a Forging Master? What level are you?"
Wu Zhangkong looked at the patterns on the Forging Hammer and spoke.
A Forging Master with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul...
Truly unheard of.
After all, the boy's innate talent wasn't great, and yet he was spending time on forging. Wouldn't that leave even less time for cultivation...
"Level three."
"Huh?"
At these words, Wu Zhangkong's thoughts were swept away. Level three—that was already a master-level second profession. And considering Tang Wulin's current age...
He was only nine years old!
"You truly are a genius."
Wu Zhangkong couldn't help but marvel.
This was an extraordinary genius. Even if his potential as a Soul Master was lacking, with his achievements in forging, his future accomplishments would undoubtedly be remarkable.
"Enough of that. You know our Class Five is the weakest in the entire grade, but that won't be the case anymore."
"On the contrary, it will become the best class."
"Huh?"
Tang Wulin's face showed confusion.
After learning that there were four Grand Soul Masters among the new students, he fully understood the gap between his class and his brother's class. How could they possibly surpass them?
"Every grade has a Class Advancement Tournament, where weaker classes challenge their way up to become the strongest class..."
"That's precisely why I called you here."
"I'll select two more classmates to join you, and we'll start challenging from Class Four upwards..."
"Our goal is Class One."
Wu Zhangkong's face was calm, clearly not regarding the other classes as a threat.
"..."
"Teacher Wu, this is a bit too much for me."
However, as he listened to Wu Zhangkong's words, Tang Wulin's face showed hesitation, and he couldn't help but stammer.
He did find the Class Advancement Tournament quite interesting, and he believed that under the guidance of Teacher Wu, he could achieve a good ranking. But...
Class One was out of the question.
"Too much for you?"
Hearing this, Wu Zhangkong's cold face showed no trace of emotion, only a hint of surprise.
This didn't sound like something the boy before him would say.
A nine-year-old Level Three Forging Master—how could he retreat without a fight?
Tang Wulin, you're too timid!
"Tell me your reasons."
Wu Zhangkong looked at him and spoke slowly.
"Teacher, if you were talking about anything else, I'd be willing to take on the challenge..."
"But Class One is truly impossible."
Tang Wulin said seriously.
The strongest in Class One is my brother, a...
Twenty-eight-level Grand Soul Master!
Not just one of them, but three other classmates were also Grand Soul Masters. One, two, three, four...
How could they possibly compare to four Grand Soul Masters!
It wasn't that Tang Wulin was being pessimistic; he clearly knew the gap between himself and his brother!
"So what if it's Class One?"
"They're still just freshmen. Don't get too nervous. Their talent might not be much higher than yours."
"Don't underestimate yourself. Besides, the promotion tournament is still a long way off. You have plenty of time."
Wu Zhangkong's expression remained calm as he patted Tang Wulin's shoulder.
"..."
But Tang Wulin co
uldn't bring himself to smile.
Him, challenge his brother?
That was even more terrifying than challenging a Soul Emperor!
"..."