Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Lou Gao stopped and repeated the word again, this time with an extremely complicated tone.

"How fitting! My God! This big guy, when he fights, he's as fierce as an ancient demon god, his strength is so great that even I, a quasi-god, am numb, he can withstand my 'Phoenix Pecking Starfall', he can change the celestial phenomena within a few miles... and in the end, he was defeated by a sip of wine?"

"And it was done knowingly? This... who the hell can we complain to?!"

Lou Gao crouched down and carefully tapped a relatively intact dark gold armor plate near Tyranitar's shoulder with his finger, producing a crisp "clang." The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

"Xia, do you think... it might be related to the structure of its armor?"

Lou Gao's professional habit kicked in, and he started analyzing things from the perspective of a master forger.

"Look at these triangular holes and this obsidian inner armor... Could it be that if alcohol gets on it or is ingested, it's like a spark falling into the most sensitive powder keg?"

"Did it directly detonate the excessively large amount of soul power accumulated within its body?"

"After all, its core power seems to be closely connected to the earth, and alcohol... might be an extremely powerful 'catalyst' that can instantly disrupt this delicate energy balance?"

Lin Xia also squatted down and examined Tyranitar's armor with the teacher, her brows furrowed.

"Teacher, I've thought about this direction in depth and even done some experiments."

"Oh? You've tried it?"

Lou Gao's interest was instantly ignited, and his eyes lit up.

"In private, in an absolutely safe environment, I used the smallest amount of different types of alcohol, and even simulated the specific soul power fluctuations of alcohol components, to try to touch different parts of its armor, especially these holes and the inner armor."

Lin Xia's tone carried the rigor of scientific research.

"The result... was very strange."

"How is it strange?" Lou Gao pressed.

"A tiny amount of alcohol dripped onto other ordinary armor parts has almost no effect, like water on a branding iron, evaporating instantly. But if it's dripped onto the obsidian inner armor of the chest and abdomen, or near those triangular holes..."

Lin Xia paused.

"It will immediately cause extremely intense, brief flashes of energy and high temperatures around the inner armor and the holes! Although the amount is small enough to cause a berserk state, the instantaneous agitation of energy fluctuations is extremely clear! However, if it is a soul power fluctuation similar to alcohol that comes into contact with it, the reaction is much milder, or even nonexistent."

“What’s even stranger is that when it’s sober, if I bring a small amount of alcohol close to its mouth, it will instinctively show strong aversion and avoidance; the mental link transmits clear signals of ‘danger’ and ‘discomfort.’ But once it actually drinks it…”

Lin Xia helplessly shrugged.

"Just like you just saw, just like two years ago, it directly 'ignited' its entire energy core!"

"Its body, or rather its source of power, seems to have an abnormally devastating allergic reaction to 'ingested' alcohol."

"This reaction mechanism is completely beyond my understanding of martial spirits, energy systems, and even living organisms. It's as if... as if it's a 'forbidden lock' engraved in the very essence of its life."

Lou Gao frowned as he listened, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees, making a "tap-tap" sound.

His brilliant mind raced, trying to interpret the phenomenon from multiple angles, including forging, divine fire, and the nature of energy, but in the end, he could only let out a long sigh.

"Alas... things that are supernatural must have extraordinary characteristics."

Lou Gao finally sighed, his gaze towards Tyranitar filled with complex emotions. "This little guy... no, this big guy, has evolved from a baby Tyranitar, defying all logic at every step. Its very existence is probably one of the greatest mysteries of this continent."

"Is this 'wine tribulation' perhaps some unavoidable price it had to pay to obtain this world-destroying power? Or is it an extremely fragile key point in maintaining the balance of its near-perfect power system?"

Lin Xia nodded silently, agreeing with her teacher's view. This was perhaps the most reasonable explanation at the moment.

Just then, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been quietly observing, spoke in a cool voice, tinged with a barely perceptible worry.

"Brother Lin Xia, it seems like Bangilas is about to wake up."

The two immediately looked at Bangiras's massive head. They saw its eyelids, covered by a heavy helmet, tremble slightly, and its long, adamantine-like eyelashes flutter.

Then, its huge, dark red eyes, like cooled lava, slowly opened, filled with a hint of confusion and deep weariness.

The first thing it saw was three faces filled with concern, helplessness, and a hint of "punishment," as well as... the brand-new desert it had created with its own hands, gleaming pale in the moonlight.

"Roar……"

A weak, hoarse growl, thick with nasal tones and clearly indicating guilt, rolled out from its throat.

Where is the trace of the destructive chaos that once filled those dark red giant eyes?

At this moment, my heart was filled with the grievances, confusion, and lingering fear of a large dog caught doing something wrong by its parents, and a little bit of...

The bewildered innocence of "I didn't mean to, and I don't know why this happened."

Looking at its pitiful appearance, Lou Gao thought of the terrifying destruction it had just caused, and then of the truth that it was "a weakling with a big addiction." He was at a loss for words, and his anger and frustration were instantly overwhelmed by a complex mix of anger and affection.

He let out a heavy snort, but in the end he couldn't help himself. He reached out his large hand, with lingering annoyance and heartache, and flicked it lightly against the massive, bruised nose armor of Tyranitar.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the night sky.

"You're awake? You big, drunkard who's always getting into trouble!"

Lou Gao's voice was loud and clear, but there was no blame in it; only the elder's helplessness and a hint of relief at surviving a disaster remained.

"If you dare touch a single drop of alcohol again, I'll throw you into the Phoenix Divine Fire and roast you for three days and three nights to disinfect this lump of iron in your body! You hear me!"

Bangilas's huge head shrank back instinctively, and a more aggrieved "gurgle" came from its throat. Its eyes darted away, not daring to look at the tall building, let alone Lin Xia. In the end, it could only look for help at Zhu Zhuqing, the only one with a relatively "gentle" expression.

Under the moonlight, on the newly born desert, this scene of a giant beast "admitting its mistake" is absurd, heartwarming, and carries a sense of weariness and tranquility after a great battle.

Lin Xia watched as the teacher "reprimanded" Banjilas, and then looked at the guilty-looking big guy. Finally, she couldn't help but smile with relief, helplessness, and tolerance.

He gently patted Bangila's massive forelimbs.

"Alright, it's all in the past. Just remember this lesson, teacher."

He turned to the upper floors, his tone becoming more relaxed.

"Looks like we'll have to add another rule to our first set of rules after we return to the city—'Beware of fire, theft, and Banelings stealing our drinks.'" (End of Chapter)