"Cough, cough. Careless!"
"I didn't expect his second soul skill would amplify his strength to this extent."
Wang Zhong climbed out of the deep gash, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Zhang Shuai, whose aura had surged, and said with annoyance.
Gently stroking his chest, the pain emanating from it made Wang Zhong's small face contort.
The Eight Gates Dun Jia and Ba Ji Tian were both training techniques that pursued the ultimate strengthening of the physical body. Especially Ba Ji Tian, to some extent, was a training method that completely disregarded the body as flesh and blood, making it much more terrifying and cruel than the Eight Gates Dun Jia.
Ba Ji Tian treated the physical body as a block of iron, constantly hammering, quenching, and tempering it to forge a rare divine weapon.
Yes, a human weapon!
But even though Ba Ji Tian was so powerful, that was in the later stages, or rather, only after mastering the basics.
However, Wang Zhong hadn't even found the threshold of Ba Ji Tian yet. He had only touched its edge, and couldn't unleash its full power at all.
Catching Feng Yuan Sheng's flame bomb with his bare hands was nothing to Ba Ji Tian.
"I can already open two gates of the Eight Gates Dun Jia, and the third gate is barely possible. But I've never found a way to enter Ba Ji Tian."
"If I had mastered Ba Ji Tian, Zhang Shuai's attack wouldn't have hurt me at all, and I wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
Wang Zhong took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in his chest, and said with reluctance in his heart.
"Wang Zhong, the outcome is decided. Aren't you going to surrender!" Zhang Shuai said with a cold laugh, looking at Wang Zhong.
"The outcome is decided?"
"Zhang Shuai, which eye of yours saw the outcome! What, you gained a little advantage earlier, a tiny bit of superiority, and you think you've won?"
"There's a limit to your arrogance!"
Wang Zhong's contemptuous words made Zhang Shuai's face even uglier.
"If I don't beat you so badly that you can't open your mouth anymore today, then I'm not Zhang Shuai."
Wang Zhong shrugged dismissively, grabbed the sleeve of his left arm with his right hand, and tore it forcefully. As a piece of sleeve fell, his left arm was completely exposed to everyone's gaze.
On Wang Zhong's arm was a silver-white arm guard inlaid with four deep red gemstones.
"Soul tool! Didn't this kid cheat before!"
Remembering the scene of Wang Zhong catching a soul skill with his bare hands earlier, Ju Douluo, standing on the high platform, looked at Wang Zhong with a strange expression and said.
Bi Dong also frowned slightly. If this were true, then no matter how good Wang Zhong's talent was, her impression of him would be greatly diminished.
"He cheated!"
"Yeah, he has a soul tool on him!"
"Weren't these things forbidden in the challenge matches!"
"Does class A have such privileges?"
"Nonsense, the challenge match is the place to witness strength with the utmost justice and fairness. How could such a thing be allowed."
"Then Wang Zhong cheated!"
Murmurs and discussions arose from the crowd, clearly expressing indignation towards the item on Wang Zhong's arm.
Everyone was fighting to prove themselves with their own strength in a fair and just manner. Why should Wang Zhong cheat with a soul tool? Class A couldn't bully people like this.
"Here it comes, Wang Zhong is getting serious."
Xie Yue's handsome face twitched slightly.
"Hmm, it seems so,"
Yan Ya replied, gritting his teeth.
Ying Yan Yang, Zhao She, Li Ge, and the other five class teachers all looked at Xie Yue and Yan with strange expressions.
Especially Ying Yan Yang, he couldn't understand why Wang Zhong would bring a soul tool to cheat on stage.
Given the opponent's talent and pride, he would never use such a thing.
Shuang Yue Lian asked, "Oh, you two little ones, you seem to know something. Can you tell your teachers?"
Not only the five teachers, but even Hu Liena also stared at Xie Yue and Yan with confusion.
Xie Yue said with a wry smile, "Teachers, I don't know where to start. I can only say that although Wang Zhong brought a soul tool on stage, it wasn't for cheating."
"It's just a part of his daily training!"
"Since Wang Zhong enrolled, I haven't felt like he's a normal person for a single day."
Yan also added with great difficulty at this moment.
Such cryptic words left the five of them bewildered. Only Hu Liena glared at Yan with a fierce expression.
It was as if she was saying, you're not human.
Yan could only smile bitterly.
Recalling when he saw the soul tool in Wang Zhong's dorm half a year ago, he and Xie Yue had been eager to ask Wang Zhong for one. But the moment they held it in their hands, they almost fell over dead.
From then on, they truly understood how terrifying Wang Zhong was.
"Haha, Wang Zhong, you actually cheated! Do you know that cheating with a soul tool in the challenge match results in disqualification from all matches!"
Zhang Shuai was almost laughing his head off. The chief of the first-year class A actually cheated. If this were to spread, it would be the biggest joke since the establishment of the Spirit Hall Academy.
"Oh, having a soul tool is cheating!"
"Then have you ever considered that I wore the soul tool to go easy on you!"
Wang Zhong smiled and, under Zhang Shuai's suspicious gaze, pressed a button on his arm guard.
A clasp on both sides of the arm guard popped open, its original tight fit expanded slightly, and he pulled his arm out. Wang Zhong held the arm guard in his right hand and raised it in the air.
He spread his fingers, and the arm guard fell from his palm under everyone's gaze.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the stone slabs on the arena shattered on the spot, dust and smoke billowed, and the entire square seemed to tremble at that moment.
"Weighted soul tool!"
Ying Yan Yang exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, that one alone weighs four hundred catties!" Yan gritted his teeth and forced out such a number.
"And Wang Zhong has a total of four such soul tools on his body."
As soon as this was said, the teachers' gaze towards Wang Zhong completely changed. It was the gaze of scrutinizing a monster.
Hu Liena's charming eyes were filled with shock, and she covered her mouth with her hand in extreme surprise.
"Nana, are you relieved now?"
"Wang Zhong is really strong."
Xie Yue gently patted Hu Liena's head and said in a soft voice.
As Xie Yue had said, after removing the soul tool on his left arm, Wang Zhong successively removed the soul tools on his right arm, left leg, and right leg.
Three consecutive loud noises made the scalps of the students in the entire square, including some teachers, tingle.
Under such a heavy burden, Wang Zhong not only defeated Feng Yuan Sheng but also fought evenly with Zhang Shuai.
How strong was he!
"This kid always manages to surprise me."
Ju Douluo shook his head helplessly.
From the first-year grand competition onwards, he had never anticipated anything that happened to Wang Zhong.
"Your Majesty the Pope, this kid named Wang Zhong seems to have quite a few secrets. Should we investigate him!"
Unlike Ju Douluo's helplessness, Gui Douluo showed great vigilance towards Wang Zhong's various astonishing performances.
A child around six years old with sixteen levels of soul power at this age could be said to have extraordinary talent. But to also possess such terrifying physical fitness and strength was very unusual.
He couldn't help but make some strange associations.
"Old Ghost, why are you so nervous! He's just a child. Although he's a bit extraordinary, it's not to the point of that, is it!"
Ju Douluo teased with a light laugh.
Gui Douluo rolled his eyes at him, not wanting to speak at all.
That wasn't what he meant.
"Ghostly, are you suspecting that Wang Zhong is involved with those evil soul masters of the Sacred Spirit Sect?"
Compared to Yue Guan's nonchalance, Bi Dong heard the underlying meaning of Gui Mei very clearly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. This child, whether it's his soul power cultivation speed or the strength and power of his physical fitness, far surpasses his peers by dozens or even hundreds of times."
"This is really... a bit strange!"
Gui Mei's face was grim as he replied earnestly.
The mention of evil soul masters made even Yue Guan, who had been smiling casually, his expression darken.
They were a group of extremely bloody, cruel, and disgusting madmen.
Bi Dong gently flicked her jade finger, her gaze falling on Wang Zhong, who was stretching in the arena. She parted her red lips and declared with certainty.
"He is not!"
With a light tap of his toes, Wang Zhong jumped up and down, all the weight removed from his body. He felt unprecedentedly light.
He clenched and unclenched his fingers, feeling the power surging within his body. Wang Zhong grinned at Zhang Shuai.
"Be careful!"
"I'm very strong now!"
Zhang Shuai faced him like a great enemy, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Although he didn't know how heavy the four soul tools were, judging by his performance just now, it was definitely a terrifying number.
"Second soul skill, Strength Amplification!"
Daring not to be careless in the slightest, Zhang Shuai immediately used his second soul skill, standing ready.
"Thirty seconds. I have thirty seconds to remove the weights and move freely."
"I must defeat Zhang Shuai within this time, or I will face the system's punishment."
"I have to use those two moves, even if I haven't fully mastered them, I can't afford to care."
"I don't want to be electrocuted again! That's pain the body can't endure!"
He exhaled heavily, Wang Zhong relaxed his body, and under the astonished gaze of the entire audience, he slowly squatted down.
He spread his legs wide to the sides, placed his right hand on the arena, held his right wrist with his left hand, tilted his head back, and stared directly at Zhang Shuai.
"Ba Ji Tian, First Stance, Savage Foot!"
"What's going on? He's gone."
Right under Zhang Shuai's eyelids, Wang Zhong's figure suddenly disappeared.
"Zhang Shuai, be careful! He's behind you!"
At the edge of the arena, Pei Yan shouted with all his might.
In response to Pei Yan's shout, Zhang Shuai turned around quickly, but Wang Zhong was already in front of him.
"Eight Gates Dun Jia, Third Gate, Gate of Life, Open."
The terrifying fist wind, carrying overwhelming power, slammed down fiercely.
Fast! Fast! Too fast!
Zhang Shuai didn't even have time to react. He could only watch as Wang Zhong's fist smashed into his chest.
A tremendous force struck, and Zhang Shuai's body was instantly sent flying, crashing heavily onto the arena.
Bang!
Like a meteor strike, a terrifying tremor swept through the entire square, and a violent shockwave erupted into the sky like a gale.
In the center of the arena, a deep pit appeared abruptly. Wang Zhong maintained his punching posture, with Zhang Shuai lying below his fist, his life or death unknown.
Hoo!
Gently exhaling the turbid air from his lungs, Wang Zhong retracted his fist and walked out of the pit, returning to where he had placed his arm guards.
He reattached the soul tools one by one, patted the dust off his body, and a broad smile spread across his face.
"Thirty seconds, not more, not less!"
"Wang Zhong, take off your soul tools. I haven't lost yet!"
Zhang Shuai climbed out of the deep pit, his body trembling, his fat face filled with unwillingness and ferocity.
He was the little overlord of the second-year class A. How could he lose!
Looking at the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth like it was free, Wang Zhong's eyebrows slightly raised, and he smiled as he walked off the stage.
"Wang Zhong, are you surrendering! Come back here!"
Zhang Shuai roared angrily, but a mouthful of fresh blood suddenly spurted from his mouth. The world before his eyes began to blur, and his body collapsed to the ground with a bang.