Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King

"Holy crap..." Zhang Yangzi nearly collapsed to the ground. Wasn't she an elemental master? Wasn't she only nine years old? Over a hundred kilograms of strength—how was that possible?

Xie Xie reacted similarly to him, and even shuddered slightly.

Gu Yue turned around. She gave Xie Xie a cold glance, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Xie Xie swallowed hard and turned to look to the side. It was the first time he had ever realized that Gu Yue's power was so terrifying!

"Bang!" Right fist, 143 kilograms.

Zhang Yangzi and Xie Xie burst into tears almost simultaneously. "Can't you give me a break? Is this even a girl? She's practically a female tyrant!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Changkong's eyes as well. "Next, Zhang Yangzi."

"Bang!" Left hand, 61 kilograms.

"Bang!" Right hand, 69 kilograms.

As a second-ring Soul Master, his physical attributes are naturally much stronger than those of ordinary people. With the added speed bonus, these stats are considered average.

"Xie Xie!"

"Bang!" Left hand, 153 kilograms.

"Bang!" Right hand, 164 kilograms.

Wiping away non-existent sweat from his forehead, Xie Xie breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally a little taller than Gu Yue. Although he was an agility-type Soul Master, don't forget that he possessed twin Martial Souls. The amplification provided by twin Martial Souls to the body was naturally greater than that of a single Martial Soul, so his strength was quite formidable.

"Nan Fusheng!"

"Bang!" Left hand, 950 kilograms.

"Bang!" Right hand, 955 kilograms.

The roar echoed, and Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, Gu Yue, Xie Xie, and Tang Wulin were all dumbfounded.

"Damn, is Nan Fusheng really that fierce?"

Xie Xie couldn't help but swear. Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, who were standing next to him, felt the same way. "You, a spirit power type soul master, are so powerful. How are we agility and power attack type soul masters supposed to make a living?"

"Wang Jinxi!"

"Bang!" Left hand, 423 kilograms.

"Bang!" Right hand, 468 kilograms.

These are terrifying figures; this power surpasses the normal stats of a two-ring offensive Soul Master. It's comparable to a pure strength-type Soul Master.

The combined strength of his arms is close to one thousand kilograms.

Despite achieving such outstanding stats, Wang Jinxi began to doubt his own abilities. His strength was only about half that of a one-ring Soul Master, and that Soul Master was a mental-type Soul Master at that.

Although the inability to use martial souls is a factor, this is still incredibly heartbreaking.

Xie Xie looked at him with some sympathy. He and Zhang Yangzi were both agility-type soul masters, so their strength was a little lacking. But Wang Jinxi was a power-type soul master, so the blow he received was not insignificant.

"Tang Wulin."

Wu Changkong looked at Tang Wulin. He naturally had his own judgment, and the testing order was based on his psychological assessment from low to high. Gu Yue and Nan Fusheng's strength was beyond his expectations.

Gu Yue was alright; his strength of over 100 kilograms was surprising, but that was all. But what about Nan Fusheng? Over 900 kilograms of strength—most powerful attack-type Soul Masters couldn't even muster that much power.

During previous training, he discovered that Nan Fusheng had a strong physique, but he only thought it was similar to Tang Wulin's. After all, in battle, Nan Fusheng was mostly in control from the back and basically didn't have a chance to make a direct move.

I never expected to give him such a big surprise.

Chapter 44 Evil Thoughts

At this moment, Wu Changkong was pondering whether he should also equip Nan Fusheng with a weapon like a hammer.

After all, with such great strength, it would be a waste to just stay in the back row as a support!

Furthermore, equipping him with a weapon would allow his teammates to fight on the front lines without worrying too much about their backline being attacked. Imagine, if the enemy thinks you're a support-type Soul Master...

When they bypass your teammates and head straight for you, just grab a big hammer and hit them with it; you might just turn the tide of the battle.

Wait, why did the first thing that came to my mind be a hammer? Wu Changkong stopped thinking about it and called on the next person.

"Tang Wulin!"

"Boom!" Left hand, 1,156 kilograms.

"Boom!" Right hand, 1,348 kilograms.

Because Nan Fusheng had laid the groundwork beforehand, and everyone had already witnessed Tang Wulin's strength, they weren't too surprised by this data.

Wu Changkong did not let Tang Wulin go back, but instead said to him, "Add scales to your right hand and do it again."

"Oh." Tang Wulin raised his right arm, and a faint golden light shone, covered by a layer of diamond-shaped light golden scales.

Wang Jinxi subconsciously took a step back. The intense aura of the Golden Dragon King caused his martial soul to tremble slightly, even feel a sense of submission.

"Boom!" Two thousand seven hundred kilograms.

"Try the Dragon Claw," Wu Changkong said expressionlessly.

"Oh!" Tang Wulin wanted to try too, but as soon as he raised his right hand, he lowered it again and asked Wu Changkong, "Teacher, if I break it, will I need to pay for it?"

Wu Changkong frowned slightly. "No need. This instrument can withstand the force of ten thousand jin. Even if it breaks, you won't need to pay for it."

"it is good!"

An even more powerful aura of the Golden Dragon King surged forth, making Wang Jinxi, who was standing to the side, feel somewhat suffocated.

Nan Fusheng saw Tang Wulin's palms begin to grow wider, with thicker knuckles, and dragon claws appeared.

The golden dragon claws were covered with even finer scales, with only the three inches at the tips of the claws being smooth as a mirror.

"Boom, click!"

A data point flashed by, and then, where the instrument was struck, metal fragments flew everywhere, and a hole was blasted in it.

Golden Dragon Claw, with a crushing effect.

The four students were all shocked by Tang Wulin shattering the strength testing device and didn't even notice the data that had just flashed by.

Only Nan Fusheng and Wu Changkong managed to capture it.

Wu Changkong silently wrote down the number 3,998 kilograms in his notebook.

To everyone's surprise, Nan Fusheng came out on top in the reaction test. Xie Xie came in second, Tang Wulin came in third, followed by Gu Yue, and then Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi.

This completely baffled Zhang Yangzi. Who was the real agility-type Soul Master? The subsequent tests made Zhang Yangzi increasingly question his own assessment of his genius.

Aside from reaction time and speed, in all physical ability tests, the first and second place went to Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin interchangeably. Even Gu Yue, who should have been at the bottom, achieved impressive results.

Are they human? Are they human? Are they human?

It must be a livestock raised on grass.

Xie Xie, standing to the side, burst into tears! Everyone had gone through Teacher Wu's training, so why did I, a great soul master of agility, only get first place in speed?

In the other tests, his physical scores were surprisingly similar to Gu Yue's, but Gu Yue didn't need to engage in close combat and was a girl! How could his pride accept this?

I wonder if Teacher Wu is secretly giving them extra lessons behind my back (——___——)!

"Test complete. Today's test mainly focused on physical abilities. It doesn't represent everything. Martial Soul is equally important to Soul Masters. So, some students don't need to be discouraged. Dismissed. Tang Wulin, come with me." Wu Changkong walked away dashingly, and Tang Wulin followed.

Xie Xie and Zhang Yangzi stood there, feeling as if a cold wind had blown across their foreheads.

Who are some students talking about?

On his way back to the dormitory, Nan Fusheng walked and pondered, revealing his physical strength as something he had naturally anticipated. Frankly speaking, during his previous training with Wu Changkong...

He had been thinking about how to subtly reveal his physical abilities, and today's test just happened to fulfill his wish.

Unlike mental strength, physical abilities are much harder to hide. Not to mention during regular sparring, they are easily exposed when you go to the hospital for a blood and qi checkup or when you encounter some strong opponents.

Moreover, Nan Fusheng had never intended to hide his physical abilities, but Tang Wulin's situation still surprised him somewhat.

Such a huge improvement just from breaking a seal—isn't that tempting someone to commit a crime?

In the early morning, after finishing his cultivation, Nan Fusheng looked at the empty dormitory and thought, "Cultivating alone without being disturbed feels really good."

After washing up, Nan Fusheng walked out of the dormitory and headed straight for the playground. Sure enough, he saw two familiar figures: Tang Wulin and Ouyang Zixin, the school beauty of the intermediate grade.

Watching Ouyang Zixin's energetic figure running ahead, while Tang Wulin followed behind, running and watching her.

Nan Fusheng understood that Tang Wulin was experiencing the stirrings of first love, but Ouyang Zixin probably only saw Tang Wulin as a younger brother.

At the same time, a wicked idea suddenly emerged from the depths of Nan Fusheng's mind: what if he deeply parasitized Ouyang Zixin, making her his clone, and then let Ouyang Zixin win over Tang Wulin? What would happen to Gu Yue and Na'er then?

Ouyang Zixin can be considered Tang Wulin's first love, and the special bonus of being called "senior sister" makes it even more memorable for a man, unless he is a scumbag.

Especially for an innocent young boy like Tang Wulin, if he really turned Ouyang Zixin into his own clone, then with all the melodramatic dramas he'd seen in his past life, and all those manipulative tactics he'd learned,

Manipulating Tang Wulin will be a piece of cake. Just present him with a difficult question: "Wulin, if I and your sister fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?" and see how he answers.

"Pah, pah, pah, how could I have such a strange idea?"

Nan Fusheng shook his head, banishing the "evil thoughts" that had welled up in his mind. Putting aside whether there was any sensory connection between the clone and the main body, the act of trying to seduce Tang Wulin was absurd in itself!

Isn't this just asking for it? Parasitizing such a beautiful woman, turning her into his own clone, and then sending himself into someone else's arms...

What kind of NTR is this? Why not use this time to have some fun yourself first? As the saying goes, "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders."