"I am very strong now!"
"… I am even stronger now than before!"
The same tone, almost the same words, sent a chill down Zhang Shuai's spine.
Back then, after such a sentence, he had been beaten so badly that he vomited blood and lost to Wang Zhong. Now, Wang Zhong declared he was even stronger than before, how could Zhang Shuai not be nervous?
"Wang Zhong! I am also stronger now than before!"
Zhang Shuai roared, trying to bolster himself. Everyone was improving, if he had gotten stronger, hadn't Wang Zhong too!
"Only a little stronger, I know, but that's far from enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhong's figure suddenly vanished from Zhang Shuai's stunned gaze.
"How is this possible? My eyes were clearly fixed on him, why can't I even catch a glimpse of his movement!"
Before his surprise had subsided, Wang Zhong had already appeared in front of Zhang Shuai.
With his feet spread wide, waist twisting, and right fist clenched, Wang Zhong completed the entire sequence of movements before Zhang Shuai's wide eyes.
His gaze was calm and unwavering, and Wang Zhong's small face looked exceptionally composed. Under Zhang Shuai's gaze, he threw a super heavy punch of unimaginable power.
Zhang Shuai could only stare, his eyes wide open, watching Wang Zhong's fist smash into his face.
It wasn't that Zhang Shuai didn't want to resist, but he simply couldn't. Although at the last moment, his eyes and brain had captured Wang Zhong's movements, his body simply couldn't react in time.
The difference in speed between them was immeasurable!
The punch to the face left Zhang Shuai's mind blank. The immense force shattered his consciousness in an instant.
His body, like a fired cannonball, was sent flying to the left at extreme speed. But before he could hit the ground, Wang Zhong's figure had already disappeared from his original position and reappeared in front of Zhang Shuai.
He stomped his right foot down, and the stone slab of the arena beneath him cracked and split. Using the rebound force, he delivered a high kick, sending Zhang Shuai, who was flying towards him, soaring into the sky. The dull thud made many people's teeth ache.
That kick was incredibly powerful!
Taking two steps forward, Wang Zhong stood sideways on the arena, his right leg tightly coiled. As Zhang Shuai fell, he unleashed a whip kick, holding nothing back, and fiercely kicked the opponent's body.
Whoosh! Bang!
Zhang Shuai's body, like a shrimp flying backward, cut through the air with a whistling sound and slammed heavily onto the ground below the arena, creating a large crater and raising thick smoke and dust.
When the dust settled, Zhang Shuai lay motionless in the crater, his life unknown.
The entire plaza fell silent. Everyone stared, wide-eyed and dazed, at the figure with his arms crossed on the arena.
The shock and horror on their faces were undeniable.
"Is this challenge really a higher-grade student challenging a lower-grade one?" someone on the seats along the sides of the plaza clutched their head, unable to accept the reality.
"A first-year fighting a second-year, why is it so easy! Let alone soul power, just in terms of age, Zhang Shuai should be significantly older than that guy!"
"Zhang Shuai lost in just three moves!"
"Wang Zhong, from Class A, first-year, where did this monster come from!"
Not only were the people in the plaza stunned, but even Hu Liena and Xie Yue were equally taken aback.
Hu Liena's lips parted slightly as she gazed at Wang Zhong, lost in thought. She was terrified.
Xie Yue and Yan were also astonished, utterly speechless at the strength Wang Zhong was displaying.
"Is this a challenge from a strong second-year to a weak first-year?"
"Why does it feel like a first-year child is tormenting second-year seniors! They're not even on the same level."
Xia Xuan rubbed his chin, his words nonsensical but his description spot on.
"Hahaha, this little guy is interesting."
"Powerful strength, swift speed, and extremely ruthless in his attacks, yet with a sense of proportion. He's a promising talent."
"Also, I really like this kind of direct, hard-hitting combat style."
Yue Shan crossed his arms, his words full of admiration. Wang Zhong's current strength and methods were exactly what he preferred—power overwhelming might.
This was the way men should fight! Passionate, wild, bloody, and violent; that was true beauty!
Using a spirit to hide behind, firing sneak attacks, and being effeminate was simply disgusting.
"Yan Yang, why do I feel like this little guy from your class is more than just a little stronger than before!"
"His strength has improved too terrifyingly."
Shuang Yue Lian covered her forehead, looking at Zhang Shuai, who had been knocked off the stage in three moves and was unconscious, her tone rather peculiar.
She felt both exasperated and amused.
She was angry that Wang Zhong was so ferocious, completely disregarding her, the second-year homeroom teacher, by knocking her student off the stage in three moves. Yet, she was also happy that the Spirit Hall Academy had a child with such astonishing talent as Wang Zhong.
Ying Yan Yang didn't know what to say either, only managing a bitter smile and a shake of his head.
Having not seen each other for half a year, even he, as the homeroom teacher, couldn't predict how much Wang Zhong's strength had improved.
"In this past half year, Wang Zhong hasn't sought me out about obtaining a second spirit ring. I suppose it's because his soul skill related to body refinement has broken through again," he mused.
"Old Ghost, tell me, did you see Wang Zhong's movements just now!"
Yue Guan rubbed his chin, his words filled with disbelief.
He found it incredible that Wang Zhong's movements, which almost completely disappeared from sight, could only be seen as fleeting afterimages by his eyes, even with his Titled Douluo strength.
"It was very blurry. Without using spiritual power to capture it, I couldn't see very clearly."
"The speed he burst out with in that instant, if one doesn't have exceptionally keen eyesight, it's impossible to see clearly!"
"Too fast, truly too fast!"
Ghost Douluo said in a hoarse voice, recounting what he had seen.
"Yes, it was indeed unbelievably fast."
"That kind of speed is completely comparable to the speed of a Soul King from the Min Clan, a subordinate sect of the Clear Sky School, when they reach the Soul King realm!" Yue Guan smacked his lips, his eyebrows twitching in surprise at his own conclusion.
A mere ten-plus-level young soul master possessing the speed of a Soul King, and one whose speed specialization had been enhanced—who would believe such a thing?
"Not only that, but have you noticed how Wang Zhong's strength and combat skills seem completely different, as if he's a different person?"
"With one punch, he sent that kid named Zhang Shuai, who had fully awakened his spirit, flying. This strength is not just a little bit stronger than before."
"And then those two whip kicks, there wasn't a single superfluous movement in his body, completely streamlined to the limit possible for his age!"
Gui Mei's voice was heavy. If Wang Zhong could achieve such things on his own, without any external guidance, then his talent was truly rare throughout history!