Douluo Continent: The Storytelling Immortal King, Shocking the Entire Continent

Tang San's refutation, which cited numerous classical texts, instantly resonated with countless Soul Masters in the hall.

"This young man is absolutely right!"

"I'm a level 35 Strength-type Battle Soul Master. Without activating my Martial Soul Enhancement, I can't even lift a thousand pounds. A bunch of five- or six-year-old kids? That's bullshit!"

"Exactly! Su Chen is clearly running out of steam and is starting to spout nonsense!"

"Get out of here! Stop insulting our intelligence!"

However, faced with the overwhelming accusations and Tang San's exposé of the Douluo Continent's chosen one, Su Chen simply shook his head slightly.

Even a frog at the bottom of a well knows that the sky has a certain size.

"But you don't even have the courage to look up at the stars."

Su Chen ignored Tang San's clamor and struck the gavel in his hand again.

After a loud bang, the entire venue was forced into silence once again.

Immediately afterwards, Su Chen also looked up and stared directly at Tang San, saying:

"Do you think it's absurd? That it goes against common sense for a five or six-year-old to lift a thousand-pound bronze cauldron?"

"Then I, Su, will tell you today, among this group of children being trained, there is that little baby whom you consider a good-for-nothing."

"He was only three years old at the time."

"Why don't you all take a guess?"

"This child, who hasn't even been weaned yet, if we don't use any fancy soul power, relying solely on this physical body..."

"How heavy a cauldron can he lift?"

As soon as the question was raised, the entire Tingyuxuan Pavilion fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, an even more unrestrained burst of laughter erupted!

"Hahaha! Three years old? You're probably too young to even walk properly or speak fluently!"

"Mr. Su, are you making fun of us?"

"What can a three-year-old commoner who has only ever drunk inferior wild animal milk and has no foundation in soul power lift? A chamber pot? Hahaha!"

For a moment, everyone was laughing so hard they were doubled over, and tears were almost streaming down their faces.

To these noble soul masters, this was simply the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Tang San, sitting in the corner, shook his head in disdain, looking at Su Chen as if he were a fool.

He even seriously and earnestly considered it in his mind.

"A three-year-old child's bones are not yet fully developed, and his muscles are extremely weak."

"Even if one grows up eating the meat of the most top-grade hundred-year-old soul beasts and undergoes a medicinal bath to temper the body, the maximum strength will never exceed twenty pounds."

"What's more, a commoner child who grew up on garbage and wild animal milk?"

Thinking of this, Tang San raised his chin and loudly gave his answer:

"Ten jin!"

"If he doesn't use any tricks, relying solely on his physical strength, he'll weigh at most ten pounds!"

"An extra ounce or two would instantly break his arm bones, rendering him completely useless!"

Tang San's words were full of confidence, because this was the most accurate conclusion he had derived by combining the secret manuals of the Tang Sect from his previous life with the invincible theories of his teacher Yu Xiaogang in this life.

Many Soul Masters in the hall nodded in agreement after hearing Tang San's reasoned analysis.

"Ten pounds would be giving him too much credit!"

"Exactly, what can a little brat who can't even hold a milk jug do to lift a tripod?"

However, faced with the roaring laughter of the crowd below the stage and Tang San's resolute assertion, he remained calm.

Su Chen, who was on the high platform, also smiled.

"Ten pounds?"

"Is your understanding and so-called core knowledge of martial spirits limited to just ten jin?"

At this point, Su Chen gently waved the folding fan in his hand.

"What I can tell you is that the three-and-a-half-year-old toddler walked directly to a bronze cauldron weighing a thousand pounds."

"He was even holding onto his beloved milk jug tightly with his left hand, and was gulping down milk with a gurgling sound."

"His right hand casually reached out and grabbed one corner of the heavy bronze cauldron."

"And then, just like that, effortlessly, he lifted it above his head with one hand!"

For a moment, everyone was stunned after hearing Su Chen's explanation, and their expressions were incredibly varied.

A thousand catties?

One hand?

Is he still drinking milk with his left hand?

How is this possible?!

However, Su Chen didn't give them a chance to breathe or question, and continued:

"That's not all."

"The little baby not only didn't have his arm crushed while lifting the heavy cauldron, but he also found it very fun to hold the cauldron in his hands."

"He carried that thousand-pound bronze cauldron with one hand, moving with incredible agility across the open space of Shi Village!"

"Then he carried that enormous cauldron, chasing after a big yellow dog at the edge of the village, running around without even breaking a sweat!"

"impossible!"

At the critical moment, Tang San abruptly interrupted Su Chen, stood up first, and roared:

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"This completely contradicts my teacher's theory and violates the law of conservation of energy!"

"A three-year-old lifting a thousand pounds with one hand and walking like the wind? Just how incredibly dense would his bone density need to be? That's a physique no human could possibly possess!"

"You're just making things up! You're spouting nonsense!"

It wasn't just Tang San who broke through the defenses.

Inside the private room on the second floor, Chen Xin, a level 96 Sword Douluo, gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Even with his innate talent for swordsmanship, he couldn't even hold a regular iron sword properly when he was three years old!

He can lift a thousand pounds with one hand and chase a dog?

If this is true, then what are these Title Douluos who have cultivated diligently for decades? Are they considered trash?

Looking at the disapproving faces of the crowd below the stage, Su Chen's gaze grew increasingly cold.

"Making it up completely?"

"You can't talk about ice with a summer insect."

"In the Perfect World, we neither cultivate your weak martial spirits nor hunt what you call spirit rings."

"The first step in cultivation in this realm is called the Blood Transformation Realm!"

"The so-called 'blood transfusion' is to mobilize the body's essence and blood, making it surge like thunder, melting the bone inscriptions, and stimulating divine light within the blood!"

"To seize the bounty of heaven and earth and strengthen oneself!"

"In that vast world, even an ordinary pure-blooded creature cub, when reaching the Blood Transformation Realm, can easily reach a weight of 100,000 jin solely through physical strength!"

"You bunch of Soul Masters who need to activate your Martial Soul to break even a ten-thousand-pound boulder, you don't even qualify as food for those pure-blooded cubs!"

!!!

Move the Blood Realm!

Shenxi!

Bone script!

A purebred cub with the strength of 100,000 jin!

This series of new terms and terrifying settings fell into the ears of the Douluo group one after another, making them almost unable to believe their ears.

"And our protagonist, Shi Hao, was on the verge of death at the beginning."

"But he even reached the pinnacle of the Blood Transformation Realm, becoming comparable to a pure-blooded ancient ferocious beast cub!"

"With a single swing of the arm, one can wield 100,000 jin (50,000 kg)!"

"100,000 jin!!!"

When this seemingly light yet incredibly heavy number came out of Su Chen's mouth.

All the noise and laughter in the entire Listening Rain Pavilion seemed to have been abruptly cut off with a knife in an instant, leaving not a sound.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

100,000 jin?

What does that mean?