Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 152 Breaks Zhao Wuji's Arm!
The core area of ​​the Star Forest.

Xiao Wu looked at the several huge, still shocking wounds on the Titan Giant Ape Erming's body, which had begun to heal but were still quite gruesome—one was a terrifying burn scar that almost pierced through his shoulder blade, the flesh charred black, and even some crystalline bones could be seen; the other was a sharp ice blade cut mark that was deep enough to expose the bone, the surrounding flesh still showing an unnatural bluish-purple color, emitting a trace of cold air—her heart clenched instantly, and the rabbit's eyes turned red in an instant.

"Er Ming!" Xiao Wu cried out anxiously, her voice trembling with tears. She punched Er Ming's thick, pillar-like fingers hard. "Who?! Who hurt you like this?! Tell me, and I'll avenge you!"

Titan Ape Erming blinked his huge, lantern-like eyes, revealing a hint of grievance and lingering fear.

It lowered its massive head and let out a deep, thunderous roar, yet deliberately suppressed, as if explaining something.

It extended its other, relatively intact finger and gestured awkwardly.

Erming: "Sister Xiaowu... I... I don't really know who they are either. I only know there's someone with a terrifying aura who's incredibly skilled at playing with fire, and another person who's as cold as ice... They suddenly appeared and hit me a couple of times... It hurts..."

It paused, a hint of lingering fear flashing in its huge eyes, and continued, "However... they didn't seem to have any intention to kill. They disappeared after the fight... and my injuries have almost healed..." Erming's meaning was clear: it didn't want revenge, and didn't even want to think about it anymore.

In that brief exchange, the absolute dominance displayed by its opponent instilled fear and powerlessness in this forest overlord from the depths of its soul.

The wound still makes its whole body ache just thinking about it.

As Xiao Wu listened to Er Ming's description, her anger was gradually replaced by a chill. Her mind cleared up a bit.

That's right, Erming is a 100,000-year-old soul beast with strength comparable to a Super Douluo. The one who could so easily injure it must be one of the strongest humans!
He must be at least a Title Douluo of level 96 or higher, or even... a Peerless Douluo?
He was only level 32, far from being mature, and his identity as a 100,000-year-old soul beast was the most tempting treasure in the eyes of a titled Douluo!
Going to seek revenge now? That's not revenge, that's walking into a trap, pure suicide!
Having figured this out, Xiao Wu, though still feeling sorry for Er Ming, could only suppress her desire for revenge.

She sighed and touched Erming's fingers: "Alright, alright, I know. You go back to Daming and recover. I... I'll go find my third brother now."

"I'll come back to see you and Daming after I find Third Brother."

She was worried about Tang San, who was unaware of the situation. After speaking, she turned around and ran quickly towards the mixed zone.

Erming watched Xiaowu's departing figure, let out a low sob, and a trace of worry flashed in his huge eyes. But he still obediently turned around and ran slowly into the distance with earth-shaking steps.

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At the Shrek Academy.

Ling Han's words, "Did I let you leave?" were like cold shackles, instantly gripping everyone's throats.

An invisible, terrifying pressure, like a tangible iceberg, pressed down on Zhao Wuji and every Shrek Academy student!
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar's legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud. Their faces were ashen, their teeth chattered, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Zhu Zhuqing forced herself to stay upright with her willpower, but her delicate body was trembling slightly, and cold sweat soaked through her black clothes.

Veins bulged on Zhao Wuji's forehead as he exerted all his Soul Saint power to resist, but he still felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, and even lifting a finger was extremely difficult.

His heart was filled with horror and helplessness: 'This pressure... is more than a hundred times stronger than Boss Flander?!' Ling Han's gaze, like that of a predator on an ice field, slowly swept over the trembling Shrek members.

Finally, the camera focused precisely on Tang San, who, despite also bearing immense pressure, still stood firm, his eyes filled with defiance and astonishment.

Under Ling Han's gaze, Tang San felt as if he had been completely seen through!

All the secrets—the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the Shadowless Tracking Technique, the Purple Demon Eye, the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons, and even… the Clear Sky Hammer, the other martial soul hidden beneath the Blue Silver Grass martial soul—seemed to be completely exposed!

This feeling sent chills down his spine, and his very soul trembled! He desperately tried to mobilize his soul power and retrieve his hidden weapon, but under the absolute difference in strength and the terrifying pressure, he couldn't even move a finger!
He could only watch helplessly as the demon-like man slowly descended from the treetop and walked towards him step by step.

Ling Han's footsteps were very light, almost silent as he stepped on the fallen leaves, but each step felt like it was stepping on the hearts of the Shrek members, leaving them breathless.

Finally, Ling Han stopped in front of Tang San, looking down at this chosen one who would one day stir up the winds and clouds of the continent.

Looking at his face, which still bore traces of childishness yet was filled with stubbornness and resentment, Ling Han's icy blue eyes remained unmoved, only cold indifference.

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment, Ling Han slowly raised his right hand.

"You..." Tang San's pupils contracted, as if he wanted to say something.

But the next second—smack!

A crisp, resounding slap echoed through the forest!
Ling Han's right hand slapped Tang San's left cheek with a speed that no one present could see!
The immense force sent Tang San spinning halfway around on the spot, his left cheek visibly swelling and turning red, leaving a clear handprint.

Tang San felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a ringing in his ears, and a burning pain on half of his face, as if it had been branded with hot iron!

Humiliation! An unprecedented sense of humiliation overwhelmed him instantly! He had never been so humiliated in his entire life!

"Mistress!" Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared instinctively, trying to rush over.

Tang San is his student! How could he tolerate being beaten in front of him?
However, the moment he moved—whoosh!

A golden figure appeared before him like a phantom! It was Wang Qiu'er!
Wang Qiu'er's eyes were cold. Without uttering any unnecessary words, her long, straight right leg suddenly lifted up like a golden battle axe!

As she lifted her leg, the golden skirt fluttered slightly. In a fleeting glance, Liang Hong caught a glimpse of the edge of the golden soft armor tightly covering her round, firm thighs and a small section of dazzlingly white absolute territory, full of power and beauty, yet also carrying a deadly threat!

Zhao Wuji didn't even see the movement clearly, but he felt an irresistible and terrifying force slam into his left arm!
Sizzle!

(End of this chapter)