Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

It's highly likely that he later realized he was too naive and had been misled by his teacher. Absorbing a poison-attribute spirit ring, without the Blue Silver King's correction, would inevitably have led him astray.

You can underestimate Tang San's creativity—the Five-Step Mysterious Heaven Technique—and his Unpredictable Storm technique that shattered the gods—but you should never underestimate his learning ability.

The fact that Tang San was able to create the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, which hadn't been made for hundreds of years, using incomplete blueprints, and that it could still dominate the God King Battlefield and even surpass the original power of the Unstable Storm, meant that Tang San's comprehension was definitely not bad. Sooner or later, he would discover the truth about Yu Xiaogang being a good-for-nothing.

I almost got led astray. What a pipe dream I had to dream of seeing Yu Xiaogang again in the divine realm!

Getting back to the point, faced with the big, delicious pie in Yu Xiaogang's picture, Tang San didn't hesitate and took a bite.

Tang San took a step back, knelt down with a thud, and then kowtowed three times.

"Master, your disciple Tang San greets you!"

"Good good!"

Yu Xiaogang was filled with uncontainable fervor upon Tang San's offer to become his disciple. He had finally found a genius who could validate his theories on Soul Masters. With Tang San's proof, he firmly believed that one day, the name Yu Xiaogang would resound throughout the continent.

Stepping forward, Yu Xiaogang helped Tang San up with both hands. He took a deep breath and managed to calm his somewhat turbulent thoughts.

"Little San, let me introduce you. This is my nephew, Yu Tianheng. He is twelve years old and has just broken through to level 30 Soul Master. And I can tell you that he possesses an unprecedented second Soul Ring of a thousand years."

Yu Tianheng's lips twitched slightly as he looked at Tang San and greeted him, "Hello, I am Yu Tianheng."

Tang San's eyes lit up. Although he didn't yet understand the significance of breaking through to Soul Master at the age of twelve and achieving the second ring of a thousand years, seeing his teacher explain it so solemnly, it was clear that these achievements were not simple.

To be able to raise such a nephew, the teacher is truly extraordinary.

Clearly, under Yu Xiaogang's roundabout persuasion, Tang San attributed most of Yu Tianheng's achievements to Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Tianheng didn't know what to say about this, after all, he was his uncle.

"Come on, mistress, I'll take you to register."

Yu Xiaogang took Tang San's hand and walked towards the Academic Affairs Office.

……

The sword intent that severed everything and the will that seemed to split the heavens and the earth collided violently, and an invisible shockwave suddenly exploded, causing Tang Shan and Sword Douluo Chen Xin to grunt almost simultaneously.

Such strong mental strength, basically on par with mine. A look of surprise flashed in Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes. He waved his white robe, leaped forward, and his aura surged. He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, rapidly closing the distance between himself and Tang Shan.

boom!

If Sword Douluo's movements are as graceful as an immortal, devoid of any earthly charm except for the extremely sharp sword light, then Tang Shan's charge is full of violent beauty.

Tangshan's foot, which had expanded to two meters in size and resembled a muscular demon, slammed into the ground with a muffled thud. No gravel flew, but a footprint several inches deep was deeply engraved on the hard stone slabs.

His blood and qi surged wildly within him, his power flowing perfectly through his body, and his speed rapidly increased to its limit. To the onlookers, Tang Shan accelerated dramatically, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him. He resembled a runaway, heavily armed truck, charging towards Sword Douluo Chen Xin with a terrifying, destructive force.

A strong gust of wind blew past his ears, and a hand as large as a fan slammed down with terrifying wind pressure directly at the sword aimed at Tangshan.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin remained expressionless, his wrist flicked slightly, and instantly five sharp sword beams shot out, each aimed at Tang Shan's five fingers. The sharp energy cut through the air, producing a slight but ear-piercing tearing sound.

The hairs on his fingers stood on end, and his enormous hand shrank back with astonishing dexterity that was completely disproportionate to his size, dodging every single sword strike. At the same time, Tang Shan's other hand, like a viper spitting its tongue, flashed toward Sword Douluo's wrist.

Retreat, block!

Chen Xin simply withdrew his Seven Kill Sword, easily blocking Tang Shan's attack. At the same time, he twisted the hilt and slashed horizontally towards Tang Shan's throat with lightning speed.

In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged several blows, each move ruthless and deadly. The thrill and excitement of the fight kept the onlookers glued to their screens, holding their breath.

"Old Swordsman has probably met his match."

Bone Douluo's withered face was full of solemnity, and his voice was very serious.

"Uncle Bone, what do you mean by that?"

Ning Fengzhi held Ning Rongrong's hand and asked.

"While willpower and combat skills are closely related, they are not entirely equal. A person with strong willpower will inevitably have exceptional skills, but a person with exceptional skills may not necessarily be able to muster strong willpower."

The Old Swordsman's willpower might only rank in the top ten across the entire continent, but in terms of combat skills—specifically, the application of his martial soul—he's more than capable of contending for first place. As for this kid Tang Shan, in terms of willpower, he's in no way inferior to the Old Swordsman, and in terms of combat skills, he's evenly matched. That's why I said he's met his match.

Listening to Gu Rong's explanation, Ning Fengzhi was somewhat surprised. Looking at Tang Shan, who was burly and swollen like a small giant, he found it hard to believe: "Uncle Gu, is it really possible for this reckless giant to have combat skills? It feels like he is just relying on his strength to fly."

Chapter 280 Breakthrough of Will

"Short-sighted." Sitting atop the seven-story pagoda, Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but sneer. He was speechless at Ning Fengzhi's opinion—their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School also cultivated Body Soul Masters and had its own internal martial arts training methods. Yet, they still thought Tang Shan's form was mindless output, which was truly laughable.

Internal martial arts never deliberately cultivate fixed combat techniques, but once a certain level is reached, the methods of combat will naturally become perfect.

Just like the subtle perception ability possessed by the Transformation Realm, even if one has not yet reached the level of divine prediction like "the cicada senses the autumn wind before it moves," one can easily detect and calmly resolve any sneak attacks or ambushes simply by being keenly aware of the fluctuations in the airflow around one's body.

The masterful control of force ensures that every strike is smooth, continuous, and fully explosive. There is virtually no limitation in the force exerted due to body shape or tricky angles. Even the most bizarre attack angles can be fully exploited by a master of internal energy.

No matter how exquisite the combat techniques are, they ultimately boil down to two points:

First, avoiding enemy attacks was a piece of cake for Tangshan, who already possessed the perception of "a pure heart that can foresee the future."

Secondly, striking the opponent unexpectedly and in a continuous and measured manner is not a problem for Tang Shan, who is now at the Baodan realm. What he can easily do at the Huajin level is nothing more than child's play for him.

……

Facing the Seven Kill Sword slashing horizontally, Tang Shan instinctively leaned back, his entire body instantly becoming parallel to the ground, with only his knees firmly supporting him, forming a precise ninety-degree angle with the ground. If it were an ordinary person, even a Soul Master who hadn't specifically trained, this posture would have surely caused them to fall heavily to the ground long ago.

Tear!

A cold glint flashed before their eyes, and before the sword light had completely passed over Tang Shan's body, the sword blade had already bent and slashed downwards again.

Splash!

His blood and qi surged wildly, all converging in his right palm. The already enormous palm, resembling a fan, expanded again, his fingers as thick as carrots, with dark blue veins wrapped around his fingertips, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Snapped!

Tang Shan slammed his palm down on the sword blade, producing a loud clashing sound of flesh and metal hitting each other. The sharp sword energy frantically cut at Tang Shan's palm, but only left a few shallow red marks on his tough skin.

boom!

Tang Shan, lying on his back, slammed his left foot into the ground in a posture that was extremely contrary to human biomechanics. Using the violent recoil force, his body flipped up and his right leg swept across like a dragon's tail, bringing a thousand pounds of force to strike the head of Sword Douluo.

Sword Douluo lightly touched the ground with his toes and gracefully retreated without any trace of arrogance. He gently twirled the Seven Kill Sword he had retrieved, and a series of sharp sword flowers met Tang Shan's sweeping thigh.

Under Tang Shan's masterful control of his strength, the sweeping leg suddenly changed from a sweep to a lift, and then the thigh, raised high above the head, slashed down with a thunderous crash, like a battle axe splitting the heavens.

Boom!

Chen Xin never expected that Tang Shan's sweeping leg attack could suddenly change direction so abruptly, rising abruptly before slashing down. Caught off guard, even though he immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, Tang Shan still managed to grazed the edge of the Seven Kill Sword.

The full-force strike was incredibly powerful; the air was instantly shattered and exploded by Tang Shan. Even though his foot only grazed the edge of the Sword Douluo Seven Kill Sword, the overwhelming force still made his wrist slightly numb.

Having achieved a decisive victory, Tang Shan pressed his advantage, unleashing his full power once more. He leaped high into the air, his imposing figure resembling a raptor spreading its wings, swooping down on Chen Xin with overwhelming force. His massive fist, like a heavy warhammer, crashed straight down from the sky.

hum!

The Seven Kill Sword trembled violently, and a dazzling sword light instantly came into view, while a bone-chilling coldness surged up Tang Shan's back.

"Get up!"

With a loud shout, Tang Shan, who was leaping in the air, instantly coordinated the effort of his latissimus dorsi, erector spinae, levator scapulae, and psoas major muscles. As the muscles contracted violently, an exaggerated and blurry human face outline was vaguely formed. His core muscles suddenly exerted force, forcefully lifting his upper body above the chest into the air.

The icy blade swept past Tang Shan, its clear patterns immediately catching his eye.

His hands swelled up and suddenly came together.

The air shattered between Tang Shan's palms, creating violent ripples. His enormous hands came together in front of him, firmly clamping the Seven Kill Sword.

This was a choice made out of necessity. If the longsword wasn't controlled, Tang Shan, who was falling rapidly, would have to endure countless cunning and fierce counterattacks from Chen Xin.

"Okay! Let's do it again!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin spoke for the first time, expressing his sincere admiration. He then flicked his wrist, clearly intending to forcibly pull the Seven Kill Sword from Tang Shan's hand.

To his surprise, Tang Shan released the restraints on his Seven Kill Sword. His right hand muscles bulged, his entire body's strength coalesced into a single line, and his index finger precisely touched the middle of the blade.

Tang Shan knew very well that his control over the sword was nowhere near that of Chen Xin, who was known for his swordsmanship. However, he did not need permanent control; a brief moment was enough for him to deliver the next blow.

The power concentrated into a single point caused the sword to briefly lose control, and in that extremely short time, Tangshan finally landed steadily again.

hum!

Chen Xin sheathed his longsword at his waist, not in a hurry to launch another attack. Tang Shan calmed his chaotic energy from the intense battle, his gaze fixed on his opponent.

As Tang Shan's momentum began to rise and his breathing gradually stabilized, he knew that the real clash of will and skill was only just beginning!

boom!

It was still the same ground-stomping burst, the same forward charge, but this time, a terrifying will completely enveloped Tang Shan's entire body, making him seem like a master of power, with immense force accompanying every move he made.

Buzz!

The Seven Kill Sword emitted a series of crisp tremors, and the sword intent on Chen Xin's body instantly reached its peak.

The next moment, he seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving behind only a towering, all-encompassing sword of slaughter.

The sword light split across the sky, bright and dazzling, but what it was met with was a violent punch containing boundless power.

boom!

The sea of ​​spirits surged with monstrous waves; this was the purest, head-on clash of wills. There was no draw in this level of confrontation; there was only victory or defeat.

He raised his hand and struck horizontally, his thick elbow like a sharp spear, directly meeting the sky full of sword light.

boom!

The elbow struck the side of the sword blade hard, producing a crisp, ear-piercing sound. The sharp blade then slashed horizontally, only to be met by a terrifyingly large hand pressing down with immense force.

boom!

What clashed was not only Tang Shan's body and sword, but also two completely different but equally powerful wills.

The invisible clash of wills was accompanied by a fierce battle between flesh and weapons. The two fought faster and faster, and their aura grew stronger and stronger.

His spirit and energy soared to their peak, his eyes were bright yet calm, and his will was like a volcanic eruption, constantly boiling and rising.

An invisible tornado slowly began to form around the two as they clashed. The air currents, shattered by the aftershocks of their battle, howled wildly around them, blurring their figures. This was not only due to the air currents, but also because their speed was approaching an extreme speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive.

Fingers, palms, elbows, shoulders, legs, knees, feet...

Every part of his body transformed into a weapon for Tangshan to unleash his violent power. The fierce force was like a surging torrent, wave after wave, crashing wildly towards Chenxin.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin wielded the Seven Kill Sword in countless variations, sometimes lifting, sometimes slicing, sometimes sweeping, sometimes slapping, sometimes pointing...

If Tang Shan transformed every part of his body into countless weapons, then Chen Xin unleashed the Seven Kill Sword into countless possibilities. There is no difference in their strengths or weaknesses; they are simply different methods of cultivation.

Bright and complex sword light formed an invisible defensive light screen, while Tang Shan's attacks from various parts of his body created countless afterimages. In a daze, he seemed to transform into an ancient demon god with a thousand hands and a thousand legs, carrying overwhelming ferocity, completely enveloping Chen Xin within it.

Their wills clashed violently time and time again, rising wildly in the process. Their spiritual sea surged like a tsunami, but Tang Shan and Chen Xin's actions did not stop for a moment.