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

"Old Zhao, didn't you hit them too hard?" Flander asked with some concern, looking at the group of trainees who were clearly dejected after learning about Tangshan's victory.

"Hey, boss, do you still remember our original intention in establishing the academy? To cultivate monsters, not ordinary people." Zhao Wuji's gaze was sharper than ever before, and his voice was firm. "Compared to Tang Shan, their talent can't be called monster. Since they don't have the talent of monsters, then let's cultivate the mentality of monsters. They'll get rid of that guy sooner or later. Rather than being caught off guard in the future, it's better for me to take the initiative to tear their arrogance apart and rub salt into their wounds. If they can't even withstand this kind of blow, it's better for them to drop out of the academy sooner rather than later."

The simple and honest look on Zhao Wuji's face had vanished without a trace, leaving only seriousness and coldness. "In terms of blows, who has suffered more than me, a Soul Saint, being defeated by a Soul Venerable! Especially in front of everyone."

Flander was somewhat stunned, and the scenes of when he founded Shrek Academy unconsciously floated into his mind. Yes, didn't he want to cultivate real monsters back then? Aren't these children in front of him the best candidates for monsters? As for finding the next Tang Shan, Flander didn't believe that he could encounter such a real monster that only appears once every few thousand years.

“Old Zhao, you’re right. Since we don’t have the talent of monsters, we must have the indomitable spirit of monsters.” Flander took a deep breath, his eyes bright, and made up his mind: “Old Zhao, let us old guys create a batch of real monsters.”

"Alright!" Before anyone knew it, the other Shrek Academy teachers had quietly gathered. Hearing Flander's firm words, they were filled with enthusiasm and answered in unison.

The group of students, who had been exchanging hushed conversations, were startled by the commotion coming from the teacher's side. When they turned around, they were met with eyes burning with fervor.

P.S.: How can the protagonist's greatness be demonstrated without enough adversaries, right?

Chapter 404 Enhanced Version of Zhao Wuji

"What's wrong with the teachers?" Tang San couldn't help but shiver as he faced the scorching gaze from not far away and turned his questioning look to Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai subconsciously shook his head. He didn't know why Flander, Zhao Wuji, and the other teachers were looking at them like that, but he had a vague premonition that something terrible had happened.

"Alright, focus. Let's think about how to deal with Teacher Zhao first. The effects of the first four soul skills have already been explained. Now you need to consider how to withstand Teacher Zhao for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Let's each introduce ourselves and our development plans. Understanding each other will help us cooperate better." Dai Mubai forcefully pulled everyone's somewhat off track back to reality and said in a deep voice.

"I am Tang San, my spirit is Blue Silver Grass, I am a level 31 control-type battle spirit master, and my spirit skill is..." Tang San spoke first, briefly introducing his general situation and the effects of his spirit skill.

Apart from Ning Rongrong, everyone present already knew about Tang San's situation and was not surprised.

"Xiao Wu, Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit, Level 30 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master, Soul Skills..."

"Yu Tianheng, Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, Level 45 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master, Soul Skill..."

As one person introduced themselves after another, Ning Rongrong's surprise grew. When Yu Tianheng said that his martial soul was the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, even Dai Mubai and the teachers behind him couldn't help but turn their heads.

It wasn't that they were making a fuss; the main thing was that it was truly rare to find disciples of the already fragmented Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still traveling on the continent.

“Alright, now that you understand each other’s situation, the next step is to cooperate.” Dai Mubai paused slightly, then turned to Tang San. “Tang San, you take charge of them. I’m really not good at managing teams. I’ve also told you about Teacher Zhao’s general fighting style and situation. From now on, you’ll have to rely on yourselves.”

Tang San nodded. Thanks to his relationship with Yu Tianheng and Xiao Wu, he easily gained the initiative in the team. Even though Ning Rongrong seemed slightly dissatisfied with his leadership, she ultimately said nothing.

"Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Evil Fire Phoenix, White Tiger, hehe, these kids' futures are worth looking forward to. Two of the three upper sects are already here, it's just a pity that the Clear Sky Sect is missing, otherwise, in the next All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, we might be able to have a showdown with the Spirit Hall."

Despite his words of regret, Zhao Wuji couldn't suppress the smile on his face. Flander also shook his head regretfully. Just as Zhao Wuji said, if they had another Clear Sky Hammer, they might actually be able to compete against the Spirit Hall team in the next Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament. As for the qualification to participate, he already had a plan.

Recalling the beautiful figure in his memory and Yu Xiaogang, who was still in a coma, Flander clenched his fists for a moment, then quickly relaxed them, the complex emotions deep in his eyes finally turning into a sense of relief.

"Alright, kids, discussion over. Let me see if you really deserve the title of 'monster.' Don't disappoint me." Ten minutes later, Zhao Wuji walked to the center of the field and called out to Tang San and the others.

Tang San and the others exchanged glances, then without further hesitation, walked to the opposite side of Zhao Wuji, their expressions more solemn than ever before.

Zhao Wuji took out a long incense stick, crushed the tip with his finger, and forcibly lit it with the instantaneous burst of intense heat. He then casually tossed it, and the entire incense stick embedded itself in a roadside stone. This casual display made the others' expressions even more serious, as they saw in it Zhao Wuji's exquisite control over his strength and soul power.

"Come on!" Zhao Wuji beckoned, his tone full of provocation. Tang San and the others didn't hesitate, releasing their martial souls and launching an attack.

Crackling sounds!

Soul power radiated wildly, intertwining with dazzling light. Dai Mubai, who had somehow appeared beside Flander, asked curiously, "Dean, can Tang San and the others win?"

"Difficult, difficult, difficult. Your teacher Zhao has made great progress over the years. It's very difficult for me to take him down now." Flander shook his head, not very optimistic about Tang San and his group.

"Watch my waist bend!" Xiao Wu leaped and flipped onto Zhao Wuji's shoulder. Her slender waist twisted sharply, and a powerful and skillful force shot down, trying to knock Zhao Wuji to the ground. However, his body was as steady as Mount Tai, and no matter how hard she tried, he did not budge.

"Little girl, you're still lacking in strength." Zhao Wuji revealed a sinister smile, his large hand suddenly reaching upwards, his five fingers gripping Xiao Wu's ankle like iron clamps, and his wrist exerting force.

"Go!" Before Xiao Wu could react, a powerful force swept through her body from her ankle, and she was violently thrown out, her body drawing a sharp arc in the air.

"Xiao Wu!" Yu Tianheng and Tang San roared almost simultaneously. Blue Silver Grass broke through the soil and intertwined to form a flexible net, steadily catching Xiao Wu.

Thunder roared around Yu Tianheng, his dragon aura surging, and he charged straight at Zhao Wuji with overwhelming force. His arms were covered with blue-purple dragon scales, and his power was overwhelming.

"Well done!" Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up, and he praised it, finally activating his martial soul—the Mighty Vajra Bear—and possessing it!

Golden fur covered his entire body, his body swelled, his muscles bulged, and seven soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—pulsated up and down, unleashing a fierce pressure that crushed towards Yu Tianheng.

"Thunderous Breath, Dragon Transformation!" The distance between the two closed rapidly. Yu Tianheng unleashed his full attack power in a very short time, but what awaited him was Zhao Wuji's simple and unpretentious palm strike.

Mighty Vajra Palm! The century-old soul rings flashed, golden light covered both palms, and the palms expanded further, vaguely transforming into a huge bear paw, carrying strong wind pressure, directly meeting Yu Tianheng's attack.

Boom!

The power flowed continuously without any leakage; with a cracking sound from the bones, the air shattered instantly!

Ming Jin!

Yu Tianheng's pupils suddenly contracted. How could he not be familiar with the unique characteristics of Ming Jin, the internal martial art of Tangshan? Now, this Ming Jin had appeared in a Soul Saint.

boom!

With the added advantage of his physical attributes and the combined effect of Ming Jin gathering the power of his entire body, Zhao Wuji's palm strike almost effortlessly extinguished Yu Tianheng's soul skill and then struck him directly.

Just how terrifying is a palm strike from a powerful offensive Soul Saint who gathers all his physical strength? Yu Tianheng experienced it firsthand. Even though Zhao Wuji didn't max out his amplification skill or add all his soul power, Yu Tianheng was still sent flying the moment he was hit. He fell into a coma while tumbling in the air and lost all his fighting ability when he hit the ground.

Chapter 405 Haotian Arrives at the Door!

Silence fell over the arena. Zhao Wuji's palm strike was too fierce, directly sending Yu Tianheng, a Soul Sect member, flying. It was truly terrifying.

Watching from the sidelines, Dai Mubai's mouth dropped open in surprise. He hadn't expected Zhao Wuji to be so fierce, sending Yu Tianheng flying with just his second soul skill. He stammered as he asked Flander beside him, "Dean, Dean, when did Teacher Zhao become so monstrous?"

Flander looked intently at the burly middle-aged man in the arena, his voice tinged with emotion: "This is the rudimentary understanding of power control that your teacher Zhao learned from Tang Shan after his defeat. It was also his greatest gain after that battle."

After that defeat to Tangshan, your teacher Zhao quickly recovered from the setback. Do you know why?

Dai Mubai shook his head subconsciously.

"I remember that day, Old Zhao came out of the room with brighter eyes than ever before. He said to me, 'Boss, I didn't lose unjustly. Ordinary soul masters are like frogs in a well looking at the moon in the sky when they see him; strength-type soul masters are like mayflies looking at the blue sky when they see him. Losing to him is my good fortune.'"

"Really? How could Teacher Zhao say something like that?" Dai Mubai was incredulous. The flattery in those words was too much; it sounded so fake.

"That is indeed the case. The changes in Old Zhao's strength over the years are evident. His soul power has broken through one after another, and his control over power has become more and more exquisite. We have to admit that some people are born monsters, born to break everything. He is like a star. Even just being illuminated by him can bring endless benefits."

Dai Mubai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a sound. He knew of Tang Shan's existence, but he had always regarded him only as a symbol of genius. Until today, with Flander's description, he seemed to have a relatively real understanding of him.

Just as Flander and Dai Mubai were exchanging words, the battle in the arena turned into a one-sided affair.

With the powerful physique nurtured by his soul power combined with his self-developed method of generating Ming Jin (a type of internal energy), Zhao Wuji was able to do whatever he wanted against the siege of the remaining three.

His first target was naturally Ning Rongrong, who possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul. The reason was none other than the natural habit he had developed over many years of Soul Master battles.

Faced with Zhao Wuji's fierce and rapid approach, Ning Rongrong instantly turned pale. She wanted to run away but had no strength at all. Clearly, she was terrified.

Tang San poured all his soul skills onto Zhao Wuji as if he didn't need any soul power, trying to slow down the other party's actions for a moment. However, the effect of Ming Jin gathering all the power in his body was too overpowered, and Tang San's struggle was in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the other party slapped Ning Rongrong unconscious.

Ultimately, they were from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Zhao Wuji clearly held back when he made his final move, only knocking Ning Rongrong unconscious before turning his attention to Xiao Wu and Tang San.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original trajectory. Xiao Wu's inexplicable charm attack backfired, causing her to fall into a coma. Zhao Wuji slapped her hard, followed by Tang San's outburst.

A barrage of hidden weapons was unleashed, dragon whisker needles pierced flesh, and Tang San roared to the sky, losing his mind and charging headlong at Zhao Wuji. He then took the opportunity to summon the Clear Sky Hammer and swung it across the opponent's face.

boom!

Zhao Wuji tilted his head back slightly, blood flowing from his nose. He was about to explode in anger, but was stopped by Flander.

"Old Zhao, the incense stick has been burned." Flander recalled the black hammer that flashed in Tang San's hand, and his heart was filled with ripples. He had previously regretted that no Haotian Sect disciple had enrolled, but he did not expect that Zhao Wuji would find it out as soon as he checked.

The other Shrek Academy teachers also exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions varied. They weren't blind; they had clearly seen the Black Light Hammer that flashed past Tang San's hand. That domineering and tyrannical aura was unmatched among hammer-type martial souls in the entire Douluo Continent.

"I'll consider you passed." Zhao Wuji, still angry, didn't notice what had just happened. He only thought that Tang San had taken out a hammer from his storage soul tool and hit him. He glared fiercely at Tang San, who was panting heavily, and went to find a food-type teacher for treatment.

Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao, who had witnessed the entire battle, narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing within them: "Looks like I'll have to talk to them tonight. This bastard's twin martial souls absolutely cannot be leaked, otherwise it will inevitably attract the attention of the Spirit Hall. And this bastard... I told him before not to expose the Clear Sky Hammer, but he still did. If he were my real son, how could he be so disobedient?"

A crimson light and chilling killing intent surged in Tang Hao's eyes, but he ultimately suppressed them. To exact revenge on the Spirit Hall, he had to tolerate Tang San's existence and allow him to grow stronger: "Ah Yin, don't worry, once he helps us get revenge, I'll send him down. Our son must not be harmed by any outsider."

……

"Hey, that kid Tang San is really like a hedgehog." In the dim light of the soul guide lamp, Zhao Wuji, shirtless, stretched his shoulders, still feeling lingering fear as he recalled the pain Tang San had inflicted when he removed the Dragon Beard Needle.

"That kid is something else. Didn't you notice the last blow he gave you with the hammer?" Flander, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, couldn't help but remind him when he heard Zhao Wuji's complaint.

"A hammer? It's just an iron hammer, what's so strange about it?" Zhao Wuji was a little puzzled and was about to ask when a domineering voice boomed in the room, "Flander! Zhao Wuji! You two come out here!"

The two men's expressions changed drastically, and the powerful soul force contained in their voices caused their blood and qi to surge.

"Old Zhao, you've really screwed me over! Why did you scare me so badly during the day?" Flander couldn't help but complain. He wanted to run away, but under the lock of that terrifying aura, he obediently followed Zhao Wuji into the village.

At first, Zhao Wuji was not in a state of shock and did not know what had happened, but when he recalled Flander's previous words, he finally realized the truth hidden behind it.

"Haotian!" Zhao Wuji turned his head with some difficulty as he walked forward, looking at Flander beside him. Flander nodded with a wry smile. Having learned Tang San's true identity from Yu Xiaogang, he added casually, "He is the one who is famous throughout the continent."

Zhao Wuji stumbled. He naturally knew who Flander was talking about. He secretly cursed his luck, wondering what kind of luck he had to defeat the son of that terrifying being. Also, why didn't you say you had such a powerful background earlier? If I had known you were his son, I definitely wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

Chapter 406 Tang Hao's Warning

The moon, like a silver plate, gently cast its soft light, quietly illuminating the dim woods. A light mist shrouded the forest, and slivers of moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves, adding a touch of haziness to the quiet night.

On a small hill, a burly middle-aged man stood quietly. He was unkempt, dressed in slovenly clothes, with messy hair hanging down his shoulders. His face was weathered and worn, and his eyes were dim and yellow. Yet, he could not hide the domineering and tyrannical aura emanating from him, a terrifying aura that seemed to want to smash everything.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Haotian!" Flander and Zhao Wuji emerged from the woods, exchanged a glance, and bowed simultaneously.

"Get up. I mean no harm. I just want to remind you to keep your mistress identity a secret." His voice was hoarse and husky, echoing through the woods.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, we will keep our mouths shut and teach with all our might." Flander quickly agreed, and Zhao Wuji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was out of trouble.

"Are you Zhao Wuji?" Tang Hao shifted his gaze from Flander to the sturdy middle-aged man standing to the side.

"Oh no!" Zhao Wuji groaned inwardly, and took the initiative to admit his mistake: "Your Majesty, I didn't mean to..." Before he could finish speaking, Tang Hao raised his hand to stop him, "It's not wrong to test Tang San. Perfect, I'll test you too. Don't worry, I won't use soul skills, only martial soul and soul power."

As Tang Hao finished speaking, a massive, jet-black hammer appeared in his hand, and spirit rings appeared one after another: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The nine spirit rings represent Tang Hao's cultivation level as a Title Douluo, especially the last one, a blood-red 100,000-year spirit ring, which is truly breathtaking.

An overwhelming aura spread wildly from Tang Hao's body, his soul power surging like waves, the pressure spreading outwards, bending grass and bending trees, causing cracks to appear on the tree trunks.

Can I survive? This was the only thought in Zhao Wuji's mind. Who was the person in front of him? He was the ruthless man who dared to kill the Pope with a hammer. He was just a Soul Saint. At most, it would be a matter of one hammer blow. One blow would guarantee that he would be completely dead.

"Your Majesty, this..." After all, he was his good brother of many years, and Flander could not bear to see Zhao Wuji perish like this, so he forced himself to speak.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Of course, I have no objection if you want to come along." Tang Hao's tone was calm and his gaze was serene, like a still pond.

"No need, Old Zhao. Just accept His Majesty Haotian's guidance." Flander blinked, spread his wings, and with a gentle flap, flashed to the side.

Zhao Wuji inwardly cursed Flander for being disloyal, but outwardly wore a mournful face. Knowing that he was doomed today, he bowed to Tang Hao again: "Please, Your Majesty Haotian, show mercy."

Tang Hao remained silent, simply swinging his massive hammer casually. He wasn't truly seeking revenge for Tang San; a mere bastard wasn't worth such an effort. His reason for disciplining Zhao Wuji was to uphold the authority befitting a Title Douluo, preventing them from misjudging the situation and exposing Tang San's true identity.

Boom!

Crackling sounds!

Clang!