Chapter Fifty-Three: Breaking the Stone Prison

quite capable!" After finishing his sentence, he walked away.The white robe hung a little thin, billowing in the wind, and his loose hair danced along with it. A sense of otherworldly detachment ling...Looking at Hai Lan, Tang Wulin's face remained calm. He had already figured out a way to counter her after watching her two previous matches.

The Blue Silver Emperor’s light halo flickered, and from her shoulders, a soul spirit resembling a lump of earth erupted. She didn't hesitate for a moment, raising both hands towards Tang Wulin in an upward gesture.

Suddenly, a circular aura of ochre appeared beneath Tang Wulin's feet. Stone pillars shot up instantly, transforming into a solid stone cage that imprisoned him within its confines.

If it were Xie Xie, perhaps he could have dashed out of the stone prison the moment Lan Mo made his move, but Tang Wulin clearly didn't have that speed, so she didn't even bother to move.

The top of the stone pillar is arched and closed, forming a completely sealed space.

Lan had won her previous two matches this way. As a Soil Element Controller, she chose the control route. While her first Soul Skill was only at the ten-year level, it was incredibly powerful, able to directly restrict her opponents. However, because it was only at the ten-year level, the restrictions on her were also significant. For example, using this Soul Skill once meant she would be unable to use it again for at least twenty seconds.

If this were on a battlefield, she would probably only have this one chance to perform.

The countdown will begin when a student is trapped. If they cannot escape within ten seconds, they lose.

Lan's first match was a victory like this, the second one even faster. The student tried to rush out of the Stone Prison's range at the beginning, but the Stone Prison was too fast. He stepped on the edge with one foot and was directly lifted high into the air. If Wu Changkong hadn't caught him in time, he might have been severely injured.

Tang Wulin obviously didn't want to challenge the heights, so he simply stayed put and let Shi Lao confine himself within his grasp.

"Ten..." Wuchangkong, expressionless, began the countdown. After the first round of the Blue-Held competition ended, he would go against and fight the Soul Master who controlled him. Being held for ten seconds was basically the same as being dead. Therefore, he only gave them ten seconds. Escape, and Blue loses; unable to break free, Blue wins. It was that simple and brutal.

Tang Wulin wasn't in a hurry at all. He calmly raised both arms, and two faint gray lights flickered slightly. In his hands, he now each held a forging hammer.

"Nine…"

"Boom—"

The thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer swung up, fiercely smashing against the two stone pillars before him. Dust flew everywhere, and the pillars shattered!

Before even counting how many times he had been flung into the air, Tang Wulin emerged from the rubble with his thousand forged steel hammer.

"This..." All the students in the class looked at him, they couldn't help but gasp. Even Xie Xie, who had fought against Tang Wulin several times, didn't expect that he would break out of the stone prison in this way.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Changkong's eyes as he nodded and said, "Tang Wulin wins." With his keen eyesight, he could naturally tell that the weapon in Tang Wulin's hand was a pair of iron hammers. They didn't have any soul power attached to them and weren't soul guiding devices. Even if they were, with Tang Wulin's current soul power cultivation, what level could he activate This kid's strength was truly something else!

Xie Xian widened his eyes. This guy, before when we were fighting, actually held back

Actually, Tang Wulin didn't really hoard it. He never thought of using a forging hammer for combat. This time, he only took out his thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer because he needed to break through something. Unexpectedly, one strike was successful, with remarkable effects.

Wu Changkong addressed Xie Xie: "Xie Xie, it's your turn."

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Xie Xian leaped to the center of the arena, but a tinge of melancholy clouded his heart. This morning, the fellow had eaten so much of his money! He wished he had known that they could spar again after class instead of treating him to a lavish meal.

Tang Wulin, wielding his twin hammers, turned to face Xie Xie. He had no confidence whatsoever; last time he won, it was more by fluke than skill. Holding the tungsten steel hammer now, a strange feeling washed over him. It felt as if the hammer had become part of his body. With it in his hand, Tang Wulin's confidence surged.

As Xie Xie was brewing his feelings, preparing to deal with Tang Wulin, suddenly, a cold voice rang out from the side.

Round 4, Match 2, Xie Xihe vs. Wuchangkong.

"What" Xie Xi exclaimed, turning to look at the aloof male god.

Wu Changkong gave him a cold glance. "Do you think there would be such an unfair situation in my class You take on one of my attacks, and then fight against Tang Wulin."

Xie Xihe stared at him dumbfounded, "Teacher Wu, you're not kidding, are you You're a teacher!"

Dance Changkong had already walked over to Tang Wulin's side, waving at him. Tang Wulin stood aside with his hammer. Dance Changkong patted his waist with his right hand and directly unbuckled his belt.

"Teacher, what are you doing" Xie Xie retreated two steps warily, but he quickly realized that Wu Changkong's trousers fit very well, and even if the belt was unbuckled, they didn't fall down.

With a flick of his wrist, Wu Changkong straightened his waistband. He said calmly, "I won't release my martial spirit. You just need to block my sword." As he spoke, he took a step forward with his left foot, and the sword in his waistband was already slashing towards Xie Xie.

Xie Xie's practical experience might be the richest among all the students. His Martial Soul was instantly released, and his body retreated like lightning.

Jokes, wouldn't a spirit soul be stronger if it was released With the support of soul power, a belt is just as good as a sword. Run first.

Xie Xie was very confident in his speed, and at the same time, Guanglong's dagger protected him.

But what shocked him was that, despite retreating rapidly, the waist sword wielded by Wu Changkong remained perpetually before him. It appeared to be a simple thrust, yet despite his utmost effort, he was unable to dodge it.

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"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

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In the instant that the strike was about to hit Xie Xian, his waistband softened again and whipped across his shoulder, sending him flying. He landed with two rolls on the ground before scrambling up, clutching his shoulder and grimacing in pain.

What's even more terrifying is that Xie Xaio's forehead was instantly covered in sweat. In the instant before Wuchangkong struck him, he even felt his life coming to an end. That immense pressure caused his spirit to be highly tense, and after being flung away, he relaxed, turning into this state.

OMG, how strong is Teacher Wu's skill!

"One minute break, then the finals." Wuchangkong gave his wrist a flick, his belt circling his waist once more before he walked away.said: "The teacher said, just let him kneel there." 。" Wu Changkong's body trembled suddenly, and he raised his head abruptly, looking at Shen Yi. In his eyes, a glimmer of surprise flashed. " 。...