It was as if an invisible hand was forcibly suppressing his cultivation speed.
If I'm not mistaken, this should be the world's laws, Sun Wukong thought to himself.
"This world's laws are really annoying. Whatever I do, it restricts me."
Along the way, Sun Wukong had also overheard quite a few whispers and rumors.
"Hey, hey, look! That's the peerless genius the instructors were talking about..."
"Tch, he looks so frail. I bet he'd cry if I punched him..."
"Wow, that little brother is so handsome...!"
"Quiet down!" Instructor Kailin shouted.
"Starting today, this new kid is one of us. Let's give him a warm welcome."
Clap clap clap clap clap…
After the applause, someone could clearly be heard muttering from the back, "Tch, someone like him, and he has the qualifications to enter the training camp?"
Sun Wukong's face immediately darkened. A faint aura of Armament Haki slowly pressed towards that person, instantly making them feel uncomfortable. Instructor Kailin, standing nearby, also faintly felt: "Just how terrifying are this child's aura and cultivation? Even I have a chilling feeling."
"Tan Ciqi, this new kid's talent is much higher than yours," Instructor Kailin said, patting Sun Wukong on the shoulder and occasionally stroking it.
Sun Wukong: Oh, dear!
Tan Ciqi, who had just recovered from the faint aura of Armament Haki, pointed at Sun Wukong and said, "Kid, what's your name? After class, we'll go to the training ground for a one-on-one. If you win, you'll be the boss of this class."
Sun Wukong: "..."
I give up. Why does every academy class need a leader like Wang Sheng? Is this some kind of custom in Douluo Continent?
"My name is Sun Wukong. I'm six years old. My martial soul is the As-You-Will Golden Cudgel. I'm a 30th-rank Aggressive Attack Type Tool Soul Elder."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the audience couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Six years old, and 30th rank? How is that possible?
"Impossible! How can someone just awakened be at rank 30? When I awakened, my innate soul power was rank 8. Now I'm nine years old, and my soul power is only rank 20."
"Don't think everyone's talent is as lousy as yours." Two black Soul Rings slowly appeared on Sun Wukong's body.
"Heavens! Those are two Ten-Thousand Year Soul Rings..."
"Isn't it said that the first two Soul Rings for a Soul Master can only absorb a hundred-year Soul Ring at most?"
"How did he absorb two Ten-Thousand Year Soul Rings? This is something only a genius could do!"
Instructor Kailin's eyes sparkled: "Excellent! It seems my class will have a genius who can crush the Golden Generation from the previous year."
"That's impossible! You must have used some trick to change the Soul Ring colors. It's absolutely impossible for a normal person to absorb Ten-Thousand Year Soul Rings for their first two!" Tan Ciqi shouted, disbelieving, pointing at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong ignored him and went to find his seat, immediately sitting down. "Teacher, are we ready to start the lesson now?"
"Oh, yes, of course, sorry about that. Alright, today we'll be learning how to better control your soul power…"
After class
Hell Training Camp, training ground
"Come on! I won't bully you. Let's do a one-on-one. If you lose, you'll be my servant, serving tea and water for me forever," Tan Ciqi said confidently.
Sun Wukong rubbed his eyes and yawned, "What? You want to fight me? You're not worthy."
The moment Sun Wukong said this, the entire place erupted. Many of Tan Ciqi's lackeys glared fiercely at Sun Wukong.
"Boss, teach him a lesson."
"That's right, Boss, this kid is too arrogant."
"Don't worry, I'll beat him until his own mother wouldn't recognize him."
Then, Tan Ciqi walked towards Sun Wukong with trembling legs. Although Sun Wukong was younger than him, his soul power was higher. No, I can't lose face. Although this kid has two Ten-Thousand Year Soul Rings, his battle experience must be limited. I've at least been in a few fights, so my combat experience is definitely richer than his.
And with my Thousand Jin Hammer spirit, I can definitely crush him. Tan Ciqi summoned his martial soul, and his first yellow Soul Ring lit up.
"First Soul Skill, Thousand Jin Lift!"
The Thousand Jin Hammer weighed only 100 jin without a Soul Ring. But after using this hundred-year First Soul Skill, its weight would increase to 300 jin.
The 300-jin hammer slammed directly towards Sun Wukong's shoulder. "Hmph, kid, this time I'll teach you a lesson! Don't be so arrogant wherever you go!"
"Seriously? That's it?" Sun Wukong tilted his head, looking at the hammer. Armament Haki covered his hand, instantly turning his arm black.
This strike was Tan Ciqi's strongest move so far. The Thousand Jin Hammer was originally a mid-to-upper-level martial soul. Although its quality couldn't compare to the Clear Sky Hammer, it was still much stronger than ordinary tool martial soul hammers.
The surrounding students and Tan Ciqi's lackeys were all watching the battle intently.
Sun Wukong stood still, not moving. He scoffed and said, "This should be the strongest attack you can unleash right now, right? Isn't it just this? This level of attack is useless against me."
"This grandpa has even fought Soul Saints. How could I be afraid of a mere piece of trash who isn't even level 20 yet?"
Sun Wukong then extended a black finger and gently tapped the path of the Thousand Jin Hammer.
Everyone thought Sun Wukong was being overconfident. Some girls silently closed their eyes, unwilling to see the bloody scene.
Tan Ciqi's lackeys were unusually excited. They wanted to see Sun Wukong's arm smashed, followed by his wails of pain.
Clang!
A powerful metallic clang echoed. Tan Ciqi's hammer was forcibly halted mid-air, the hammerhead aimed directly at the finger Sun Wukong had thrust out.
Everyone present was dumbfounded. What the hell? A single finger blocked a hammer weighing over 300 jin?
Impossible!
But it was entirely possible. Sun Wukong's base strength was at least 30,000 jin. Blocking a 300-jin hammer shouldn't be difficult with that kind of power.
"How is that possible? He blocked the boss's Thousand Jin Hammer with just a finger, without even releasing his martial soul!"
That was terrifying.
How much base strength did he need to pull off a move like that?
Sun Wukong brought his five fingers together, then spread them apart, forming Sabo's Dragon Claw. He fiercely grasped at the center of the Thousand Jin Hammer.
With a light flip, Tan Ciqi, along with the hammer, went flying.
"Impossible!" Tan Ciqi screamed hysterically.
"Nothing is impossible. I said not everyone's talent is as trash as yours. Also, are you even worthy of fighting me?" Sun Wukong said casually.
Seeing Tan Ciqi defeated, his former lackeys happily trotted over to Sun Wukong.
"You defeated him, you're our new boss."
"Cheer for the new boss!"
Sun Wukong: As expected, gold shines everywhere. This little master can't escape the fate of being a boss, after all.
But sometimes, you can't refuse fate; you have to find a way to accept it. Trust me, you'll eventually say, "This is so good."
Tan Ciqi, having been sent flying, dragged his battered body and glared fiercely at Sun Wukong: "You brat, just you wait! I'm going to find my dad right now!"
With that, he sprinted away into the distance.
"Boss, his dad is a Soul King! We should tell the teacher about this. I believe the teacher will side with you. After all, he started it," a lackey pleaded with Sun Wukong.
"No need. I'm curious to see what this Soul King is capable of," Sun Wukong said confidently, raising his head and extending his hand. He drew a line across his forehead and declared to them, "The law of victory has been decided! It is I!"