Douluo: The Son of Martial Soul, Deceiving All the Women

Chapter 20 Shocking Strength

The other people watching were also surprised. They didn't expect that the level 29 master had such a powerful martial spirit.

The Silver Dragon King closed his eyes at this moment, thinking to himself, if he could capture him and extract his original power~, then he shook his head and whispered, "It's a pity he's too weak."

[And so, Gangzi was stuck at level 29, unable to advance an inch. However, he was unwilling to accept this and, unwilling to endure the gossip of others, ran away from home and came to Wuhun City, where the knowledge of martial spirits was the richest, hoping to find a way out.]

But after arriving in Spirit City, he discovered it wasn't that easy. As someone from another faction, he couldn't access Spirit Hall's information. He was anxious, and then he met Bibi Dong, who was then a Saint.

He yelled, "God help me!" and immediately started to act like a big liar, bewitching Bibi Dong to a pulp. In the end, he actually tricked her into becoming his girlfriend!

[Here I want to complain about my foolish teacher in this life. What kind of vision could you have to fall for a loser who was despised by his own family? If blindness had levels, you would be the king of gods!]

"How dare you!" Bibi Dong stood up and slammed the scepter in her hand down on the floor, a look of shock and anger on her face.

"Your Majesty, calm down."

The elders and bishops who were reporting on their work in the Pope's Palace looked surprised. Although they bowed their heads and saluted, they shouted loudly to calm down.

But I don’t know why Bibi Dong suddenly got angry. I kept thinking about the report just now. It seems that there is no problem?
"Nothing, just keep talking."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and cursed the traitor in her heart!

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Although everyone in the hall had a lot of questions in their heads, they could only mutter in their hearts and did not dare to ask out loud.

After this, Gangzi received the Saint's support and was able to freely search the Spirit Hall's information. However, with his thunder-struck brain, even with the information to support him, he couldn't think of a way to solve his own problems.

Gangzi is disappointed and wants to leave Spirit Hall, but you can go if you want. You even want to kidnap Bibi Dong. Don't even think about it with your thunderbolt-stricken head. How could Spirit Hall let the Saint Girl go with a loser like you?

[Gongzi was then expelled from Wuhun City by Qianxunji and imprisoned the then Saint Bibi Dong, preventing the two from meeting again.]

"Bang!" Bibi Dong slapped the armrest in the Pope's Palace, with madness flashing in her eyes.

"buzz"

The crisp sound of a knife rang in her ears, and then her eyes became clear again.

"You guys continue... forget it, you guys go down first." Bibi Dong waved her hand and asked everyone in the hall to leave.

"Yes." Although they didn't know what was going on, they left quickly. After all, there was something wrong with His Holiness the Pope today, so it was better to stay away from him!
In the Prince's Mansion of Tiandou City, the little angel disguised as Xue Qinghe had a complicated look in his eyes, anger mixed with sadness, and whispered:

"Is this why you hate my father and me? Just because of a mere piece of trash?" Qian Renxue couldn't believe it.

Gangzi left like that, without a trace of regret. Even though he was useless, he wanted to succeed! Since his strength wasn't enough, he would become famous through his theories!

Then he published a famous theory on the continent: the Ten Core Competitive Strengths of Spirits! However, 30% of this theory came from Spirit Hall, 20% from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, and the remaining 50% was pure guesswork, without the slightest basis.

[Just like what he said about innate soul power being directly proportional to martial soul quality, this is half true, because it also has a lot to do with personal aptitude. Even if you have the same martial soul, the awakened soul power will be different.]

[As for the soul power bottleneck theory, it's really hard to explain. It's true that you can accumulate soul power without breaking through the bottleneck, but can a soul master and a great soul master achieve the same results if they practice for a day?]

[And the most useless thing to say: There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters. That's bullshit.] [I consider myself unparalleled in talent, having created many secret techniques, but if I hadn't been lucky enough to obtain the Ninth-Rank Purple Ganoderma in my previous life, I probably wouldn't have been able to break through to the Soul Douluo realm until my death!]

Liu Erlong gritted her teeth, punched the ground, gasped angrily, and wanted to say something but couldn't.

He could only punch the ground again, causing the surroundings to tremble violently, venting his anger.

The other people who were peeping through the screen all showed expressions of approval on their faces. No matter how powerful you are, it will be useless without soul power.

In the Shrek playground, Flanders, who had just finished speaking, called Oscar and Ning Rongrong and prepared to start training them.

"Dean! How strong is Baiyu? What level is his soul power?" A cold voice sounded.

Flanders, who had just turned around, heard this and looked at Zhu Zhuqing who was asking the question. The others also stopped, pricked up their ears and looked over.

Flanders pondered for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "I didn't want to tell you this because I was afraid you would be shocked."

"But since you all want to know, then tell me. The truth is very cruel, so you should be mentally prepared!"

"I don't know how strong Bai Xiaozi is now, but a year ago he and Lao Zhao had a fight in the back mountains, and the result was a draw."

Then Flanders smiled bitterly:
"Although it's a draw, Old Zhao actually lost because Youngster Bai didn't even use his martial spirit. He relied entirely on his own soul power and self-created soul skills to fight Old Zhao, who used his martial spirit's true form, on equal terms!"

"At that time, his soul power was level 66. A 16-year-old level 66 Soul Emperor!" Flanders sighed.

As Flender finished speaking, the pupils of Tang San and the other seven people trembled, their minds went blank, and their mouths opened unconsciously, as if they were shouting silently.

"How can Brother Bai be so strong? What is his martial spirit? How did he cultivate it?"

Dai Mubai was the first to come back to his senses and asked Flanders very quickly.

Flender glanced at Tang San, his tone vague: "Martial Soul? It's Blue Silver Grass. As for how to cultivate it, I don't know. You can ask it yourself."

"Blue Silver Grass?" Tang San exclaimed in disbelief, and then his eyes flickered.

Flanders looked at the shocked crowd and shook his head: "Let's not talk about him anymore. He's still a long way from you. You should hurry up and adjust your state. You still have to go to the Great Fighting Arena tonight."

"Yes," several people looked dazed, not knowing how they left.

Baiyu was unaware of the commotion he had caused on the playground, and was still writing the biography of Gangzi seriously.

After publishing his theory, Gangzi continued to wander the continent. During this time, he met Flanders and Liu Erlong, a young woman from a humble background and a young woman who had never returned to her family. Both were impressed by his ridiculous theory.

The three of them set out together, traveling across the continent. Afterwards, the same plot, the same bloody drama, the eldest and second oldest both liked the third, the third liked the second, and the eldest automatically withdrew.

[Does it sound familiar? That's right! The beginning of the story is exactly the same as Haozi and the other two!]

In Lanba Academy, a look of reminiscence appeared on Liu Erlong's face, and she murmured unconsciously: "Xiaogang..."

(End of this chapter)