Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

Everyone couldn't help but sigh – if only Oscar and Ma Hongjun's martial souls were switched!

Food-type characters are lazy and love to eat, while offensive-type characters are hardworking and resilient.

It sounds like a perfect match.

Now.

Flander's roars rang out frequently.

"Ma Hongjun!"

"Add another 150 pounds to the weight!"

"You're so lazy while running laps, get back to doing push-ups!"

"What kind of lewd pose is that? Are you trying to pierce the floor with your bare hands?"

"Straighten your back!"

Flander stood right in front of Ma Hongjun, staring intently at him.

Everyone else is very self-disciplined; I only glance at them occasionally.

Ma Hongjun was so stressed he became withdrawn – if I had known it would be this hard, I would have just swung the sledgehammer with Oscar!

Tang Lan has also been following the Oscars closely.

This guy is something else!

Because both he and Ning Rongrong were support-type Soul Masters, they were not recognized by Ning Fengzhi.

He spent five years honing his skills on the mainland and created a "mirror sausage" that could replicate 80% of others' combat power, making himself a powerful offensive type.

In the future, he will become the first food-type Title Douluo.

Of the Shrek Seven Devils, Oscar is the only one who is impeccable.

so.

Tang Lan decided to help him.

—Otherwise, if the Oscars fail, who will delay Tang San?

He disbanded the Thunderfire Haotian Hammer and came before Oscar.

The latter was still mechanically swinging the hammer, and even with a living person standing right in front of him, he didn't react much.

He is now persevering purely out of willpower.

But my body is nearing its limit, and I'm on the verge of collapse in the next couple of days.

Tang Lan flicked out a life-soul Blue Silver Emperor, using it as a link to input the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

While repairing Oscar's damaged body, it also stimulated his soul power, allowing him to circulate the first level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Oscar instinctively followed suit.

Under Tang Lan's patient guidance, he quickly mastered the first level, and his loose soul power transformed into a misty purple aura.

Under the nourishment of the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, his physical condition has recovered to a great extent.

Oscar consciousness is returning.

Noticing the changes within his body, his eyes widened in amazement.

Is this the soul power route the dean mentioned that can cure the fat man's evil fire?

but

"Thank you." Oscar asked, puzzled, "But why?"

Why should we teach him?

"I'd like to," Tang Lan said casually.

Turn around and leave.

Oscar was left with a complicated expression.

genius

Are they all this willful?

But he quickly regained his composure and increased the speed of his hammer swings.

Then we discovered even more surprises!

While swinging the hammer, he activated the first level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

It can soothe and nourish sore muscles, allowing them to recover more quickly.

The condensed purple aura of internal energy also amplifies his soul skills!

The sausage has been strengthened by about 10%.

As one side grows while the other grows, the other gains.

It was barely enough to cover the energy expenditure from his hammer swings.

However, since the body is constantly teetering on the edge of its limits, it still requires a strong will to sustain it.

At least there's hope of it being completed!

Tang San naturally noticed this change as well.

The gaze that drifted toward Tang Lan couldn't help but carry a hint of resentment.

Bro, what are you doing?

His initial goal was to prevent Ma Hongjun from achieving his objective, let alone winning the Oscar.

Now that's happened...

Tang San was considering whether it still counted or not.

Night falls.

Oscar, dragging his battered body, ate a few of Shao Xin's candies and was able to barely make his way back to the dormitory.

The visible progress was solely due to an incomplete cultivation technique.

With the perseverance he has shown, success is not difficult for him.

Tang San could no longer hold back and went to Tang Lan.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Tang Lan ate slowly and carefully, glancing around the cafeteria.

Zhu Zhuqing silently picked up her unfinished plate and walked out of the cafeteria.

Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong followed one after another.

Xiao Wu sat next to Tang Lan, looking like she was watching the drama unfold.

Tang Lan then swallowed the food in her mouth.

He said slowly—

"Little Sanzi, over the years, I, as your older brother, have never been envious of your hidden weapons or self-created soul skills, have I?"

Tang San, who had initially been somewhat accusatory, immediately lost his momentum.

—It was his doing that was dishonest.

"So, what do you mean, bro?"

“Oscar has a very good character,” Tang Lan said. “I don’t think I can drive my body with willpower, so I admire him.”

Tang San nodded in agreement.

But

He still couldn't get over that mental hurdle.

I'm really torn.

Tang Lan suddenly asked, "Little Sanzi, what do you plan to become in the future?"

Tang San was taken aback.

He really hadn't thought of that.

Become a Titled Douluo?

He possessed the unique skills of the Tang Clan and was confident that he could achieve it.

and then?

A person living a carefree and independent life?

Or perhaps find a woman and retire from the world?

Wouldn't that mean the Tang Clan's unique martial arts would simply disappear?

Tang San felt some resistance and vaguely had other ideas.

"You don't want those self-created soul skills to disappear, do you?"

Tang Lan hit the nail on the head—

"This is also my original intention in creating the Tang Sect, to make it shine brightly on the Douluo Continent!"

"Once you join the Tang Clan, you're a Tang Clan member in life and a Tang Clan ghost in death."

"Secret techniques of the sect cannot be leaked."

"Why not use it to create a new era?"

"one."

"The era that belongs to the two of us brothers!"

Tang San's spirits lifted!

At this moment, he thought a lot.

Ultimately, it all came down to one thought—