He had heard this name a long time ago — one of the top ten on the Young Geniuses List, a Twin Martial Soul, and even a Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Everything about Wu Siduo screamed talent. In terms of a single martial soul, she might not be as strong as Yuanen Yehui, but her strength lay in the fact that her two martial souls could actually perform a fusion skill — that was terrifying. Moreover, even though she was only a first-year student, her cultivation had already surpassed four rings.
This first-year batch was truly terrifying! Give her a few more years of growth, and by the second year she might break through to level fifty.
"Begin!" Cai Yue'er once again simply announced the start of this match.
Both sides activated simultaneously. The sparring platform seemed to flash with two bolts of lightning. The moment Ye Wu lunged forward, his whole body appeared to ignite, flames spewing violently from his back, instantly propelling him to extreme speed.
A flash of fire, and the two bodies practically crossed in midair.
How is that possible?
Ye Wu lightly clutched his chest, his eyes full of shock.
Three horrifying claw marks of a cat were clearly visible before everyone's eyes.
But his martial soul was the Flame Body! Just from the name alone, its defensive power should be outstanding.
In that brief instant, Wu Siduo spun back around and lunged at Ye Wu again.
The Ghostly Nether Thrust was about to reach Ye Wu — when suddenly, his body changed.
The turquoise flames suddenly turned deep blue. The heat suddenly contracted, but in that same instant, Wu Siduo felt a burning wave crash toward her — not just her body, even her spiritual power felt like it was catching fire.
"Clang!" Ghostly Nether Thrust collided with Ye Wu's raised arms. At some point, Ye Wu's arms and hands had been covered in blue armor.
A wave of scorching heat sent Wu Siduo flying backward. She wiped the corner of her mouth.
Battle armor — so you're not the only one with it, huh?
Taking a deep breath, Wu Siduo's eyes flashed. She flicked both hands, sending out two beams of light that flew to her forearms. Two pristine white arm guards with faint golden patterns covered her arms, followed by two large upper-arm plates thrown out from a ring, connecting to shoulder plates to complete the coverage.
Down in the audience, Song Lin stared in disbelief. Were first-years already this strong? Second semester of the first year, and she already had four pieces of battle armor. Moreover, these pieces suited her Twin Martial Souls — something that multiplied the difficulty of forging by several levels — yet these young ones had already done it. Truly astonishing. At this pace, by the second year she should have a full set of One-Word Battle Armor, becoming an official One-Word Battle Armor Master.
But Wu Siduo's attack wasn't over. Her eyes lit up with a quiet, eerie glow. The four pieces of armor shone simultaneously, dissolving into streaks of light that imprinted themselves onto her body as glowing patterns.
Her body suddenly enlarged — Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Ghostly Nether White Tiger!The instant it appeared, the entire sparring platform seemed to twist and distort.
Ye Wu did not falter, charging forward with blazing momentum and azure flames.
The next moment, the third-year Class One students were struck dumb — with just a single swipe! The Ghostly Nether White Tiger smacked out a paw, and Ye Wu was directly swatted away.
One could clearly see that the two forepaws of the Ghostly Nether White Tiger were covered with scale-like armor — precisely Wu Siduo's four pieces of battle armor — directly applied onto the Martial Soul Fusion Skill itself. Truly meticulous work.
In an instant, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill narrowed and surpassed the gap between the two. Ye Wu was sent spinning, dazed and dizzy. The eight pieces of blue battle armor on his body flared, releasing a protective barrier that barely kept him from real injury — but his face was full of shock.
What just happened?
The Ghostly Nether White Tiger elegantly stepped through the air, once again lunging toward Ye Wu.
Ye Wu didn't dare to clash head-on — he turned and bolted.
"Not fighting anymore! I was wrong!"
…
The opponent surrendered on the spot.
Song Lin was left dumbfounded. How was it only now she realized that all the students she had trained were such cowards? It seemed some ideological education was very much needed.
As she thought this, a dangerous smile crept onto her lips.
"First-Year Class One, Wu Siduo — victory!" Cai Yue'er glanced at both sides and announced the final result.
Ye Wu's facial muscles twitched noticeably. Under the Holy Spirit Douluo's holy light, his internal injuries quickly healed, and his stamina recovered rapidly. With a bitter smile, he gave Wu Siduo a thumbs-up before slinking off the stage.
…
"Mo Jue," Song Lin called a name.
"I know, Teacher Song, don't worry. I'll definitely win the third match!" Mo Jue, who at some point had already come to stand beside Song Lin, raised her chin proudly.
Song Lin's expression softened slightly. "Not just this match — from here on, we cannot afford a single loss. It's time to defend the honor of Third-Year Class One."
Around them, all the third-year students' faces instantly became uneasy. Moments ago, they'd been sure of victory — how could a bunch of first- and second-years amount to anything? Now, they were getting thoroughly beaten.
Mo Jue didn't leap onto the stage but instead climbed the steps step by step — exuding presence.
"Mo Jue — Mo Jue is making a move. We still have a chance," everyone pinned their hopes on her.
Setting aside the inner court upperclassmen, the strongest in the outer court were the One-Word Battle Armor Masters. Before participating in the inner court trials, they were still outer court students. And there were only two such students — Mo Jue and Li Qiankun.
Thus, in a sense, they were the strongest of the outer court.
That title — "strongest of the outer court" — was not given lightly. As Mo Jue stepped onto the stage, many students' eyes turned fervent.
Ye Xinglan likewise walked step by step onto the platform. She was silent, not exchanging many words with her companions before going up.
In the eyes of the ordinary students, she was already the one doomed to lose.
Mo Jue reached the platform slightly before Ye Xinglan. As the air currents connected, she instantly locked eyes on the opponent walking up opposite her.
Another girl. In these three one-on-one matches, the first- and second-year team had fielded only female students.
Compared with Yuanen Yehui and Wu Siduo, Ye Xinglan's name was far less known in the outer court. One reason was that she'd joined much later, another was her low profile. Aside from classes, she rarely appeared before others.
Cai Yue'er looked at Ye Xinglan, then at Mo Jue. "Begin."
Matches are merciless — they let you see injustice without end…
Unlike the previous match, where both sides had rushed in instantly, when Cai Yue'er announced the start this time…