Soul Land 3: Legend Of The Jade Emperor

In my third battle, I was fighting against a girl named Han Lan. From what I have seen, her martial spirit is an Earth Element.

Watching her other fights, I found out that she won all of them with her spirit ring's ability.

Its ability was to form a stone prison around a person. For Wu Zhangkong, as long as you were entrapped in it for more than 10 seconds, you lose.

It was a strong ability, but the downside was that it had a 20-second cooldown.

If she failed to trap her enemy inside the stone prison, it would be considered her loss.

Cracking my neck, I faced her down in the ring. Han Lan seemed to be quite nervous as she looked at me.

Was I that scary? All I did was instantly beat two people, one of which is suffering from internal injuries right now, but that was just an accident

I merely gave a reassuring smile to her to hopefully calm her nerves. I don't know why, it seems she is getting even more nervous?

Strange.

"Start!" Wu Zhangkong's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

A white ring twinkled beneath Han Lan's feet before a spirit soul that looked like a lump of dirt appeared. She didn't hesitate at all as she held up both her palms in my direction.

I didn't bother attacking her. The moment her ability missed me, she had already considered to have lost the battle by Wu Zhangkong.

"Stop! Huang Yu, you advance." Wu Zhangkong then reprimanded Han Lan for her loss.

For the next matches, Xie Xie stomped his opponent while Tang Wulin won against a guy with a Willow Tree martial spirit.

It was my turn to fight again. This time, it was against Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin looked at me and summoned his martial spirit, Bluesilver Grass. Blades of blue grass formed around Tang Wulin.

Unlike Han Lan, Tang Wulin wasn't nervous at all. He stood in front of me with his back straight and ready to battle.

I smirked before summoning my Sharp Blade. I held it with both hands. From watching his other fights, I knew I had to avoid his Bluesilver Grass or else I would most likely lose.

"Start!"

Wulin's Bluesilver Grass immediately weaved into a large net, just waiting for someone to walk into its trap.

Holding my blade, I observed him. He was putting himself in a defensive position. He probably knew that he couldn't fight in close combat against me because of my speed so he just turtle shelled himself.

He probably thought I would tire myself out trying to get past his defenses before knocking me out with his perverted strength.

Against an opponent like this, I should test the waters first. I move forward striking at the web of Bluesilver Grass. Striking it, I felt a great resistance against my slash.

I immediately retreated after that. Blades of grass immediately rushed out to try and bind me, but I was quicker, putting 20 metres between Wulin and myself.

I slowly circled around Tang Wulin, looking for an opening. Unlike in his other fights, he was quite passive against me, not sending his Bluesilver Grass to bind me.

Dang. I was hoping for him to make a mistake while attacking me. Oh well.

If your opponent isn't making mistakes, you force him to.

I began to methodically wear him down. I would dash in front of him, slash a few times before jumping back. I repeated these actions again and again.

Looking at Tang Wulin, I could tell my strategy was working. He seemed to be breathing quite heavily as sweat poured down his face.

Continuing my hit-and-run tactics, Tang Wulin eventually ran out of spirit power. He had no choice but to retract his Bluesilver Grass.

I instantly arrived at Tang Wulin's side, my blade already in a slashing motion.

Tang Wulin's face seemed to be full of panic as he realised his situation.

Ha, this was my win!

*Ding*

My eyes widened as a brittle note echoed out and sparks flew everywhere. My blade was clashing with a hammer.

What the hell? Those were forging hammers. Why was he using them to fight?

Despite my surprise, I kept my calm. I struck out a second and third time only to have my blade blocked each time.

Hoh? So it wasn't a coincidence. He is actually managing to keep up with me right now.

Seems like this guy was hiding some tricks. It didn't matter.

Taking a step back, I stabbed my blade at his ċhėst.

I instantly unsummoned my martial spirit, I made use of the momentum gotten from Tang Wulin's deflection and swung a high kick at the side of his head.

[Hwechook]

My blow landed cleanly on the side of Tang Wulin's head. He was sent flying and inadvertently released his hammers. As he laid on the ground, he couldn't help but groan loudly. He held his head with one hand as he tried to get up with the other, only to fall to the ground again.

Ah shit, I forgot to hold back again.

"Stop! The battle is over!"

I instantly rushed over to help him up. Luckily this guy was a lot tougher than Cheng Yan. If I had hit Cheng Yan with that [Hwechook], he would probably become a vegetable.

"Hey Wulin, sorry about that. I accidentally hit too hard."

Tang Wulin blinked hard a few times, taking a few deep breaths before answering,

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind. It's a fight." He smiled at me as I helped him stand.

I really need to practise holding back. At this rate, I might kill someone.

Looking around, I saw Xie Xie with a surprised gaze at Tang Wulin, before looking at me with a look of anger.

Was he still holding a grudge over my words just now? My words were just a psychological tactic bro.

A cold voice suddenly rang out, "The fourth round, second match, Xie Xie vs Wu Zhangkong."

Nani the fak?

"WHAT?!" Xie Xie seemed to share my thoughts as he cried out in alarm, nearly losing his voice.

Wu Zhangkong coldly glanced at him, "Did you really think that an unfair situation would occur in my class? You will receive one of my attacks. Then you will face Huang Yu."

Xie Xie stared at him, dumbstruck. "Teacher Wu, are you playing a joke on me? You're a teacher."

Wu Zhangkong began to unbuckle his belt.

"Teacher, what are you doing?" Xie Xie vigilantly retreated two steps back. Wu Zhangkong shook his wrist, causing the belt to become completely taut and perfectly straight.

"I won't release my martial spirit. You only need to receive one of my attacks." As he spoke, Wu Zhangkong took a step forward with his left foot as his belt-sword had already thrusted towards Xie Xie.

I was dumbfounded, even more so than Xie Xie.

This is some Fifty Shades shit right here.

Xie Xie, despite your grudge against me, I will pray for your soul. Hopefully, you don't get traumatised from this.