<strong>Chapter 214 - Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon</strong>


    Wu Zhangkong thrust his palm forward, shooting Tang Wulin backward to the wall like an arrow. A split-second before he mmed into the wall, an attractive force gripped him, suspending him in the air. He descended to the ground.


    It feels so strange.


    Being as clever as he was, he understood what this mystical sensation was. Ideas began popping up one after another on how he could incorporate Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon into his arsenal.


    He could draw his opponents toward him using this art, cing them within attack range of his golden dragon w. This would tremendously improve the effectiveness of his golden dragon w.


    Even Ye Xinn, a Shrek Academy student who wielded the powerful Stargod Sword, treated his w as a serious threat.


    The magnificence of Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon struck him. This art would maximize the brief window of time in which he could utilize his w.


    So it’s like this.


    “I’ll teach you the basics of Controlling Crane first. Memorize this. Controlling Crane is built upon your foundation from the Mysterious Heaven Method. You circte the soul power in your dantian and then move it along this meridian...”


    As he guided Tang Wulin through the process with his own soul power, a string of detailed instructions flooded out of Wu Zhangkong’s mouth.


    Tang Wulin soon discovered that Controlling Crane and the Mysterious Heaven Method shared several cirction paths. He circted his soul power ording to the Mysterious Heaven Method, spinning it within his meridians and into his palm to create an attractive force.


    For the rest of the morning, he immersed himself in practicing Controlling Crane. Unlike with the Purple Demon Eyes, Tang Wulin wrestled with its application. Despite receiving Wu Zhangkong’s guidance, he struggled with the basics, needing more time to put it to practical use.


    Tang Sect arts are so mysterious.


    Tang Wulin apuded his decision in joining the Tang Sect. As a one-ringed soul master, his greatest weakness was the number of rings he held. The Tang Sect’s secret arts were the perfect remedies.


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    “How are you feeling? Can youpete today?” After lunch, Gu Yue bombarded Tang Wulin with questions.


    Tang Wulin responded with a nod. “Of course I can. Oh yeah, it should be a round-robin now, right?”


    ording to the rules of thepetition, thirty-six teams would battle it out in a round-robin tournament after the two initial knockout rounds. This segment divided the remaining teams into four groups, each consisting of nine teams. Every team would participate in eight matches and fight the other teams in their group one by one. Winning a match earned them two points while a loss gained a grand total of zero. If they somehow fought to a draw, then both teams would receive one point.


    After each team had fought against every team in their group, the top four of each group would advance. A total of sixteen teams was given this honor. From there, a final knockout tournament would be held until the champion team emerged. Only the top sixteen received awards.


    These rules applied to both the youth and adult division.


    For Tang Wulin’s team’s first two matches,dy luck had smiled down upon them; they didn’t chance upon hidden tigers but rather docile cats Now, it was time for the round-robin.


    “Yeah. We’re in the third group,” Xie Xie said.


    Tang Wulin asked, “Have you guys investigated our opponents’ strengths yet?”


    Xie Xie shook his head. “I couldn’t find anything at all! There are too many people to investigate and even when we were watching the others battle, we were acting like pure spectators. We’ll have to adapt to the situation. Fortunately, I heard that those two from Shrek aren’t in our group.”


    Great. We’re not meeting them in this minipetition.


    Both Tang Wulin and Ye Xinn were well aware of how theypared against each other. He was no match for her, and if she had been more cautious, Tang Wulin wouldn’t havested as long as he did. But now, it was the teampetition, where a single individual’s strength did not make or break the battle. He had confidence in his teammates.


    “Then it’ll be us three battling with Xiaoyan as the substitute. Sounds good?” Tang Wulin confirmed with Xu Xiaoyan.


    Nodding and beaming a smile, she answered. “Captain, I heard that the finals will be held at night to maximize viewership.”


    The gears in Tang Wulin’s head spun into action, each cog interlocking with and leading the other. This was a critical piece of information that would change their tactics.


    The Skysea Alliance Tournament had gone on for a few days now, with the cksmith’spetition rankings already announced. The champion was Mu Xi, the daughter of the eighth-rank Saint cksmith, Mu Chen. This oue had long been predicted by those of the cksmithing world. After all, Mu Chen was the sole eighth rank-cksmith in the Skysea Alliance.


    Although Eastsea Citycked in other aspects, its cksmiths were excellent. Mu Chen was revered in the Skysea Alliance.


    Even so, the cksmith’spetition wasn’t a major attraction, especially the junior division. Regardless of the field, geniuses needed time to be polished like a lump of raw jade. A truly peerless cksmith in theory would be no less than forty years old.


    Thepetitions for mecha craftsmen, designers, and mechanics were still in progress. Compared to the cksmithingpetition, these events boasted a structure that was far moreplex.


    Of course, soul master events were the most popr. Whether it was the individual or teampetitions, it was a feast for the eyes that came once every three years.


    Among the soul master events, the finals for the seven-man, five-man, and three-man teampetitions received the highest ratings. The junior division’s ratings, however, paled inparison with the adult’s, since the former’s average cultivation level wavered around two rings.


    Thus, the three-man teampetition was scheduled for the afternoon while the seven-man was scheduled for the night. This was prime time, when viewership would be at its peak. Those with deep pockets could be found in the spectator stands while those without would watch it at home on their soul TV.


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    Skysea Stadium, box seven.


    This seating belonged to the VIPs in attendance. A towering ss screen faced the stadium, allowing those within a clear view of the battles. The ss screen also doubled as a soul screen that let the upants select any match to watch. It didn’t matter if those battles were in progress or had ended.


    Currently, two people stood in front of the screen. One was a man with long hair, snow white strands drifting in the wind and blending in with his pure white attire—Wu Zhangkong.


    Standing beside him was ady about twenty-six years old. She was extremely pretty with a head of exotic long white hair. She was d in dark green sportswear. Her viridian eyes twinkled with both vitality and ferocity.


    Her white hair and Wu Zhangkong’s white robes seemed perfectly coordinated.


    “I only let her stir things up because they’re your disciples, you know? Aren’t you the least bit worried?” The pale-haireddy cracked a wry smile.


    Wu Zhangkong asked indifferently, “Why would I be worried?”


    She raised a brow. “It seems you’re quite confident in your disciples? Do you think your teaching skills already surpass the academy’s?”


    Wu Zhangkong shook his head. “I’ve long since stopped caring about victory or defeat. I didn’t have thempete with aims of victory.”


    “How’s the kid from yesterday doing? He has a variant martial soul right?” The white-haireddy asked.


    He shot her a look. “If I told you that I’m not sure what’s going on with his body either, would you believe me?”


    The woman was stunned. “I’ll believe you. When has Sky Ice Wu Zhangkong ever told a lie? But really? Even you don’t know? That’s really strange then.”