Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Lou Gao's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single meaningful syllable.

His proud Phoenix Divine Fire seemed to dim somewhat in the surrounding sandstorm. Its high temperature, capable of burning metal, was suppressed and isolated by the dry sand and dust that filled the heavens and earth and carried the power of laws!
He felt as if he were in a strange world, full of primal power, completely dominated by the behemoth before him!

All his questions—about the mecha's energy, about resource acquisition, and about the secret of Lin Xia's incredible soul power enhancement—seemed to find the most intuitive, shocking, and reasonable explanation at this moment!
Possessing such a martial spirit... it's more than just being able to "find treasures and explore mines".
This is practically a moving natural disaster!

The embodiment of power!
Lin Xia stood at the foot of Bangiras, which resembled a mountain wall. His figure appeared incredibly small amidst the swirling yellow sand, yet it was also incredibly clear.

He looked up at his towering companion, his eyes filled with deep bond and trust.

He felt the steady and powerful force emanating from Bangiras, like the pulse of the earth, and the absolute loyalty shown only to him.

He then looked at the teacher's building, which appeared somewhat "tiny" in the sandstorm, and saw the teacher's blank, shocked expression, as if his worldview had been reshaped.

Lin Xia's face revealed a smile that was a mixture of youthful pride and respect for his teacher. His voice pierced through the howling sandstorm and reached Lou Gao's ears clearly.

“Teacher, this is Bangiras.”

“Our…Sandstorm King.”

Deeper ripples stirred in Gao's heart, which was already filled with shock. He looked up at this colossal figure that stood tall and imposing, capable of changing the world with a single breath. The crimson-gold divine eyes reflected the ferocious and majestic outline of Bangiras, which was like the embodiment of the earth.

The air was thick and heavy, and every grain of sand seemed to carry the weight of laws, pressing down on the Nirvana Golden Flame flowing around him. This newly promoted candidate for Phoenix God felt for the first time so clearly the pressure of a pure power originating from the primordial origin.

Just then, the mountain-like Tyranitar lowered its massive head slightly, its eyes, hidden in the shadow of its heavy dark gold helmet, like two dark red furnaces burning in the sandstorm, fell on Lou Gao.

That gaze was no longer the indifferent, oppressive look that looked down upon all living beings, but instead... carried a strange fluctuation.

A sense of familiarity that originates from the depths of the soul and transcends the long course of evolution...

"Roar……"

A deep, long, but no longer destructive roar emanated from Bangiras's chest, like a muffled rumble of thunder, rippling strangely across the raging sandstorm.

The voice was no longer frightening; instead, it carried a sense of... a tentative confirmation, as if an old friend were reuniting.

With that growl, countless dormant fragments of memory in Tyranitar's mind were instantly illuminated.

It wasn't the frenzied satisfaction of devouring a mineral vein, nor the painful transformation of evolution, but rather some extremely small, extremely warm fragments of images.

Even though five years have passed, it remains incredibly vivid.

Deep within those cold, dark red eyes, as somber as the core of the earth, an uncontrollable trace of... the pure and fervent intimacy of the young Gilas was revealed!

"Roar--!!!"

This time, the roar was no longer a low, tentative one, but was filled with undisguised, immense joy, like a child seeing a long-lost relative!

The sound pierced through metal and split rocks, carrying a joyful release of pure power, causing the dust storm to pause!
With this joyful announcement, Tyranitar's massive, mountain-like body suddenly erupted with a powerful, dark golden light! *Whoosh!*
The space emitted a hum that seemed to groan under the strain.

Under the shocked gazes of Lou Gao, Lin Xia, and Zhu Zhuqing, the terrifying beast-like form, hundreds of meters tall, seemed to be collapsed and reshaped inward by an invisible giant hand!
The heavy, dark gold armor covering his entire body, shimmering with metallic luster, flowed, deformed, and shrank as if it were alive. The grotesque outline of the helmet became relatively softer, yet it remained fierce. The huge spikes, like spears of death, also quickly shortened and became more concealed, but the texture of that power became even more refined.

The storm began to subside the moment its power waned. The swirling yellow sand, having lost its source, quickly sank and dissipated as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

The blocked sunlight shone down again, illuminating the volcanic rocky land, which had just experienced a divine war and the arrival of giant beasts, leaving it in ruins.

In just a few breaths, the sandstorm king, who even the gods felt oppressed by, vanished.

Instead, there was a "mini" Bangiras, about the same height as Lin Xia, around 1.7 meters tall.

Although its size has shrunk countless times, the oppressive aura originating from the core of the earth has not completely disappeared; it has simply become more restrained and solid.

Its entire body was still covered by that iconic dark gold-red heavy armor, only now the proportions were more harmonious and fluid.

The ferocious head has shrunk, but the sharp fangs and helmet-like armor still exude a fierce aura.

Although the spikes on its back and shoulders were much shorter, they were like sharp blades forged from refined gold, gleaming with a cold light.

The most distinctive features are the several diamond-shaped inner armor plates on the chest and abdomen, which resemble obsidian polished into shape, and the deep triangular holes on the armor, which are still there, only smaller in size, like mysterious energy nodes embedded in the armor.

Standing there, it was no longer a world-destroying behemoth, but more like a miniature humanoid war machine, full of explosive power and ancient majesty.

Lou Gao's pupils were still slightly dilated with shock, but when he clearly saw the familiar yet unfamiliar appearance of the miniature Tyranitar before him, especially when he met the gaze in those dark red eyes that was exactly the same as when Tyranitar was young—a gaze filled with intimacy and a hint of "seeking praise"—

All the shock, astonishment, and awe of power were instantly replaced by a surging, warm current!

It was a pure joy and excitement that transcended species and morphological changes, rooted in shared memories and emotional bonds!
"A little...little guy?!"

Lou Gao's voice trembled with disbelief, then burst into a loud laugh.

"Hahaha! It really is you! My goodness! It really is the little guy!"

He showed no restraint whatsoever as a candidate for godhood, nor did he hesitate at all; he stepped directly in front of the miniature version of Bangiras.

His hands, which had just been holding the Phoenix Diamond Chisel, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, suddenly opened wide with barely suppressed excitement and tender care, and he embraced Bangiras tightly!

"Bang!"

A dull metallic clang rang out. What Lou Gao had embraced was not flesh and blood, but an incredibly sturdy suit of metal armor, exuding a sense of earthy weight and a strange warmth.

But he didn't care at all; instead, he hugged it even tighter, his large, fan-like hands slapping forcefully against Tyranitar's back, which was covered in thick armor plates, producing clanging sounds, as if he were striking a piece of divine iron. (End of Chapter)