Douluo Continent: Invincible Physical Body, I Became a God with a Mortal Form

"It's...it's over?"

"Boss Wang Sheng actually lost!"

The boys in the dormitory couldn't believe what they were seeing. The two had fought so fast that they hadn't even had time to react.

"I lost. From now on, you're the boss of Dormitory 7!"

Wang Sheng sighed helplessly, got up from the ground, and looked somewhat disappointed.

Wang Shuo clapped his hands, straightened his clothes, and said nonchalantly, "I don't want to be the boss, you should be!"

After saying that, he took his luggage and walked to a corner by the window, put down his luggage, and began to make the bed.

Wang Sheng and the other boys in the dormitory looked at each other, somewhat puzzled as to why this person would give up the position of leader.

A short while later, the dormitory door was pushed open again, and Tang San walked in carrying a cloth bag. He had already become Yu Xiaogang's apprentice and completed the enrollment procedures, then followed the signs to Dormitory 7.

Tang San's arrival attracted the attention of Wang Sheng and the others. Seeing his thin and small appearance, Wang Sheng thought that Tang San was an easy person to bully.

"Another freshman has arrived. What's your name?" Wang Sheng was standing at the door, blocking Tang San from entering with his tall frame, and asked loudly.

Tang San stood still, looking at Wang Sheng, and then introduced himself: "Hello everyone, my name is Tang San, and my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"Hahahaha! Blue Silver Grass, it's actually a useless martial soul!"

Someone in the dormitory started laughing, and then everyone joined in the laughter.

When Tang San saw everyone mocking his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, his originally kind face turned gloomy, and his eyes were filled with cold killing intent.

"Blue Silver Grass? When did this martial soul become something that can be cultivated?" Wang Sheng's face was full of sarcasm and his eyes were full of disdain.

"Could you move aside?" Tang San ignored him and tried to enter the seventh dormitory.

"Wait! There's a rule for getting into our Dormitory 7: you have to beat me up first!"

Wang Sheng naturally judged people by their appearance. He thought Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul was useless and his combat power was definitely not high, so he wanted to teach him a lesson to vent his anger.

Tang San looked at the aggressive Wang Sheng and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips: "Very well! Please enlighten me!"

Wang Sheng activated his War Tiger Martial Soul again, roared, and pounced on Tang San. His fist was even stronger than when he fought Wang Shuo, as he wanted to regain his dignity.

However, Tang San's movements were as agile as a ghost. With the help of the Ghost Shadow Steps from the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, he easily avoided all of Wang Sheng's attacks. His elusive footwork caused Wang Sheng's fists to miss every time.

Seeing that he hadn't even touched the clothes on the other side, Wang Sheng became increasingly anxious, and his moves gradually became chaotic.

Tang San seized the opportunity, gathered his Xuan Tian Gong internal energy in his right hand, and with a gentle touch, deflected Wang Sheng's force.

He then slapped Wang Sheng on the shoulder with his backhand, causing Wang Sheng to lose his balance and fall to the ground again, even more disheveled than when he lost to Wang Shuo earlier.

In a short while, the leader of Dormitory 7 lost to two freshmen in a row, leaving the surrounding teenagers stunned and looking at Tang San with surprise.

Wang Sheng was now completely humiliated. He had just been completely fooled by Tang San, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"So what if you hit me? Wang Shuo is the boss of Dormitory 7 now!"

Wang Sheng grew increasingly angry and wanted to vent his anger, so he pushed Wang Shuo forward, hoping that he would deal with Tang San to avenge him.

Tang San followed the gaze and saw Wang Shuo sitting in the corner, and he understood everything completely.

Wang Shuo had just witnessed Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perception, and a flash of excitement crossed his eyes.

He wanted to challenge Tang San and see how big the gap was between the two.

Wang Shuo slowly stepped forward, his gaze falling on Tang San, his calm tone carrying a hint of fighting spirit: "Your movement and combat skills are quite good. I want to test your strength."

Tang San looked up at Wang Shuo and could directly sense the strength of Wang Shuo's physique, which far surpassed that of other Soul Masters of the same age.

At the same time, he realized that Wang Shuo had no ill intentions and only wanted to spar, so he immediately nodded and agreed: "Tang San, my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and my soul power is level 10. Please give me your guidance."

"Wang Shuo, Martial Soul Body, Soul Power Level Six, please give me your guidance!" Wang Shuo's eyes gleamed with fighting spirit, and an excited expression appeared on his face.

"What! Level 10 soul power!"

The people in the dormitory gasped in surprise, their faces filled with shock and envy.

Wang Sheng, who was watching from the sidelines, realized that Tang San was the strongest, and his previous resentment vanished.

At this moment, Wang Shuo and Tang San stood facing each other in the center of the dormitory. The surrounding teenagers all stepped back, held their breath, and watched the upcoming duel.

Wang Shuo made the first move. He did not activate his martial soul, but relied solely on his physical strength and basic fist and foot techniques. With one step, the ground trembled slightly, and his fist struck Tang San's chest with unparalleled force, like a charging bull.

Tang San dared not be careless and immediately used the Ghost Shadow Step, his figure drifting away like a willow catkin. At the same time, the Blue Silver Grass quietly appeared in his right hand, and the light blue grass leaves wrapped around him, trying to restrain Wang Shuo's movements.

However, Wang Shuo's physique was truly formidable. When the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his arm, it was easily taut and straightened by his slightest exertion, making it impossible to restrain him in the slightest.

Wang Shuo's fists were numerous and powerful, pressing forward step by step with his heavy punches and strong body. Each punch carried a heavy and fierce force, sealing off most of Tang San's evasive space.

Tang San, on the other hand, used softness to overcome hardness. His Ghostly Shadow Steps made him move erratically, and he circulated his Xuan Tian Gong internal energy freely. Combined with his exquisite close-combat skills, he constantly looked for Wang Shuo's weaknesses.

The two exchanged blows, their fists clashing, their movements so fast that the surrounding youths were dazzled. For a time, they were evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

With his overwhelming physical strength and power advantage, Wang Shuo firmly maintained his offensive, forcing Tang San to constantly dodge.

Tang San, relying on his extraordinary combat wisdom, exquisite movement techniques, and the unique skills of the Xuan Tian Bao Lu, remained undefeated and continuously depleted Wang Shuo's stamina.

After several dozen rounds, Wang Shuo's strength gradually weakened, while Tang San's breathing remained steady and his movements were perfectly composed.

He seized the moment when Wang Shuo was deflecting the force of his punch, and his Blue Silver Grass precisely wrapped around Wang Shuo's ankle. At the same time, he moved closer and slammed his palm heavily into Wang Shuo's side, his internal force penetrating into his body and disrupting his balance.

Wang Shuo staggered a step, immediately pulled back his fist and used the momentum to retreat, trying to regain his balance.

Tang San seized the opportunity, his ghostly figure appearing behind Wang Shuo, and kicked him in the ankle again, sending Wang Shuo flying into the air and completely losing his footing.

At this moment, Tang San activated the Xuan Yu Hand, wanting to end the battle completely. He slammed his fist into Wang Shuo's lower back.

At that very moment, Wang Shuo, suspended in mid-air, managed to twist his body using his powerful core strength, connecting with his all-out punch, which collided with Tang San's Xuan Yu Hand.

Boom!

Wang Shuo was sent flying backward and fell to the ground, while Tang San took two steps back and barely managed to steady himself.

Tang San looked at his palm in shock. He had just exchanged blows with Wang Shuo and was numb from the force of the recoil.

Without the blessing of the Mysterious Jade Hand, he probably would have lost just now.

"I lost!"

Wang Shuo stood up and spoke frankly, just as he had expected.

He lost not because of strength, but because of his fighting skills and agility. Tang San's fighting style was too exquisite, far beyond what ordinary soul masters could match.

Even with a strong physique, one is ultimately no match for the opponent's flawless skills and control of rhythm.

Tang San cupped his hands slightly, a smile appearing on his face: "You flatter me. Your strength is very strong; I was just lucky."

Watching the two fight, Wang Sheng was completely convinced of their superiority.

He no longer dared to be arrogant. He stepped forward, scratched his head at the two of them, and said helplessly, "You two are both better than me. From now on, either of you can be the dormitory head of Dormitory Seven!"

Wang Shuo shook his head, walked back to his bedside, closed his eyes to rest, and remained silent.

Tang San put down the cloth bag and prepared to go to the ground to make the bed.

Snapped!

The dormitory door was kicked open again, making a loud noise.