From Douluo Continent onwards, Glory is invincible.

Chapter 1499 Extra Chapter 1: Peerless Treasure, the Invitation of the God of War, Wulong

Everyone was stunned. The once noisy arena fell silent in an instant, as if time had frozen. The citizens of Black Dragon City, who usually loved to create hype and talk big, all fell silent, with only the sounds of rapid or suppressed breathing echoing in the air.

All eyes were involuntarily drawn to the young man in the center of the arena—Lin Fan.

His figure appeared exceptionally tall in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if shrouded in a mysterious glow. This thirteen-year-old boy from the East had actually displayed the terrifying strength of a Dou Zun, leaving everyone present in disbelief.

In a corner of the audience, a strange glint flashed in Broly's eyes. As a seasoned martial artist, he could naturally see that Lin Fan's displayed strength was far from ordinary. However, this glint only lasted for a moment before disappearing, replaced by a deep calm. But those sitting next to him could clearly feel that Broly's breathing had become noticeably heavier.

Meanwhile, a commotion erupted in the royal VIP seating area. Zhang Shadong stared wide-eyed at Lin Fan on the stage, his face filled with astonishment. As a member of the royal family, he was a man of wide experience, yet he felt an unprecedented shock. He turned to look at his beloved daughter, Jin Fei, who was equally astonished, and found her face also filled with disbelief. The pampered concubines, usually spoiled and pampered, covered their lips, staring at Lin Fan as if he were a monster, gasping for breath.

"A young man who has become a Dou Zun..." Linghu Yue murmured to herself in a daze. She wanted to turn around and look at the expression on her father's face, but she found that her neck seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and she couldn't even make a simple twisting motion. Her heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, and each beat was clearly audible, as if accompanying her shock and excitement.

The atmosphere on the field became unusually heavy at this moment. Lin Fan stood there, motionless, but his presence was like an insurmountable mountain, making everyone feel an inexplicable sense of oppression. His eyes were deep and firm, as if saying, "This is me, a young man with the strength of a Dou Zun."

At that moment, the shock and doubt in people's hearts gradually transformed into awe and admiration. They looked at this thirteen-year-old boy, their hearts filled with countless emotions. Some began to whisper among themselves, discussing the boy's origins and background; others stared intently at him, as if trying to discern some clue from him.

Lin Fan, however, seemed oblivious to all of this. He stood there quietly, his gaze deep and distant, as if he had transcended the world before him and entered a higher and farther realm.

As time passed, the atmosphere on the field gradually calmed down. People began to recover from their shock and refocus on the exciting match. They knew that no matter the outcome, today's match would become one of their unforgettable memories. And Lin Fan, the boy who possessed the strength of a Dou Zun at only thirteen years old, was destined to become a legendary figure passed down through their words.

As the match ended and night fell, people were still immersed in the awe Lin Fan had brought them. They watched the young man slowly walk off the stage, surrounded by the crowd, their hearts filled with respect and anticipation. They knew this young man was destined for greatness; his future would surely be brilliant, illuminating the entire martial arts world.

The God of War's lips twitched violently, his fat face trembling with each spasm, as if every piece of fat was telling of his inner excitement. His narrowed eyes now shone brightly, gleaming with an unprecedented brilliance. An indescribable aura of heroism burst forth from him, making him appear like a volcano about to erupt, exuding domineering power!

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, the chair beneath him screeching as he moved. The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet audience, but no one dared to utter a sound of mockery. His action was imbued with an undeniable power and authority.

With a powerful swing of his right fist, the Black Dragon War God roared through gritted teeth, "Awesome! Absolutely awesome! Hahahaha! A Dou Zun, a thirteen-year-old Dou Zun, I, the Black Dragon War God, have truly broadened my horizons today!"

His voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears, shaking their very souls. His laughter was filled with ecstasy and excitement, as if he could already see a brand new Dou Zun rising amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd.

Seeing the crazed appearance of the God of War, the surrounding people did not scoff; instead, many more nodded in agreement. They were deeply impressed by the strength and potential displayed by this thirteen-year-old Battle Venerable, their astonishment and admiration overflowing.

A thirteen-year-old Dou Zun! This mythical feat actually happened to an Eastern youth, and in front of so many people. His appearance shattered people's preconceived notions about the Dou Zun realm, showing them a completely new possibility. What else can one do but marvel at such an achievement?

The arena now seemed to have become a stage for the young man alone. He stood there, not particularly tall, yet as majestic as a mountain. His gaze was firm and profound, as if he could see through all illusions and fog, reaching the very essence of things.

The God of War, Wulong, remained standing there, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism. He knew that what he was witnessing today was not merely the rise of a young man, but the beginning of a new era. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions, and then sat down again. But his gaze never left the figure of the young man standing on the stage, as if anticipating some even more breathtaking performance.

Liu Yangdong stood frozen in place, the scene of the fierce battle that had just ended replaying in his mind. He had witnessed Lin Fan, with his astonishing strength, utterly defeat Katarina of the Star Luo God Clan. That overwhelming advantage seemed to herald the arrival of a new era. Dou Zun, the realm he had always dreamed of, now seemed like an insurmountable chasm standing before him.

He was filled with mixed emotions: envy, resentment, and a deep sense of powerlessness. He had strived for so many years, yet he had never even touched the threshold of Dou Zun, while Lin Fan, at such a young age, had reached such a height. How could he not feel shocked and disappointed?

However, he wasn't the only one shocked. The entire audience of the Divine Martial Arts Tournament fell silent at that moment. Then, a tidal wave of clamor erupted. Lin Fan's name was like a resounding slap in the face to everyone, forcing them to re-evaluate this once unknown young man.

The top three spots in the Divine Martial Arts Tournament were thus decided in Lin Fan's hands. He stood there, his figure appearing exceptionally tall in the afterglow of the setting sun. A faint smile graced his face, as if everything was under his control. This Lin Fan inspired in everyone a desire to submit and follow him.

At this moment, Lin Fan and the Cang family he represented fully emerged, becoming the focus of everyone's attention. People began to discuss and speculate about who this Cang family was, that they could cultivate such an amazing genius. And those forces that had been secretly observing and trying to recruit talent at the Divine Martial Arts Tournament also began to stir at this moment.

At only thirteen years old, Lin Fan possessed such talent and strength that any power would undoubtedly covet such a treasure. Even before the finals began, some had already started secretly plotting to win over Lin Fan and the Cang family. They knew that if they could recruit such a genius, they would surely soar to great heights and become the true overlords of this continent.

Zhuque stood in the crowd, basking in the envious glances from all around. Her heart was filled with happiness, not from vanity, but from the fact that the person she deeply loved had finally gained everyone's recognition and respect. Looking at Lin Fan's tall and upright figure, her eyes shone with pride and joy. At the same time, she was also happy for the Cang family. As a member of the Cang family, she knew how much effort and dedication this family had poured into raising Lin Fan.

Now, the Cang family has finally become the darling of everyone's eyes, which is undoubtedly the best reward for their past efforts.

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As the Divine Martial Tournament progressed, the various forces paid increasingly closer attention to Lin Fan. Many families and sects sent representatives to try to contact the Cang family and explore the background and potential of this young Dou Zun. In front of the Cang family mansion, carriages and horses were constantly coming and going, and visitors were coming and going in an endless stream.

The patriarch of the Cang family, Cang Lan, a dignified and unfathomable middle-aged man, was currently seated in the main hall, receiving these distinguished guests from all directions. A polite smile graced his face, but a shrewd glint flashed in his eyes. He knew that the reason these forces were so enthusiastic was simply because they saw Lin Fan's potential and the future rise of the Cang family.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan didn't participate much in these social engagements. He knew that although his strength was great, his mindset and experience still needed to mature. Therefore, he chose to cultivate in seclusion, shutting out the noise of the outside world and devoting himself entirely to understanding the Dao of martial arts.

During this time, Zhuque silently stayed by Lin Fan's side, taking care of his daily needs and becoming his strongest support. The feelings between the two also deepened during this period, and their tacit understanding and dependence on each other reached an unprecedented level.

However, peaceful days are always short-lived. As the finals of the Divine Martial Tournament approached, the atmosphere across the entire continent became tense. Countless eyes were fixed on this momentous event that would determine the future, and various undercurrents were swirling, with the winds of change shifting rapidly.

On the day of the finals, the sun shone brightly over the entire arena, and the stands were packed with people, buzzing with excitement. Lin Fan, clad in black armor and carrying a long sword, slowly walked into the center of the arena. His appearance instantly ignited the passion of the entire crowd, with cheers and shouts rising and falling, deafeningly loud.

At this moment, in the vast banquet hall, the lights were just coming on, casting interplay of light and shadow. Zhuque's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on her parents, who were surrounded by a group of nobles. Seeing them so tightly packed with nobles, their faces bearing polite smiles but unable to hide a hint of embarrassment, Zhuque couldn't help but laugh. In that laugh, there was both playful mockery and deep relief and liberation.

She turned to look at Lin Fan beside her, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Lin Fan, thank you for doing so much for the Cang family." Her voice was full of sincerity and warmth.

Lin Fan was slightly taken aback, then a warm smile appeared on his lips. He looked deeply at Zhuque, his eyes revealing an indescribable doting and tenderness, "I'm not in your Cang family, am I?" he said softly, as if stating a perfectly natural fact.

Hearing this, Zhuque's pretty face unconsciously flushed slightly. She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a soft shadow under the lamplight, further highlighting her flawless skin and captivating beauty. She gently bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with happiness. A shy yet sweet smile curved her delicate lips, "Of course I am, and you're still in my heart..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet as firm as iron. Every word was like a vow uttered from the depths of her heart, filled with deep affection and attachment for Lin Fan.

Looking at her shy and charming appearance, Lin Fan felt a flutter in his heart. He deliberately leaned closer and whispered in her crystal ear, "How long can you stay?" His tone was teasing and provocative.

Zhuque raised her head, meeting his burning gaze. She seemed deeply attracted by his eyes, sinking into an ocean of tenderness. She answered softly, "Forever, okay?" As she finished speaking, her cheeks flushed slightly, as radiant as the sunset, making her exceptionally endearing.

Lin Fan looked at her, his smile deepening. He gently took her hand and said softly, "Hehe, okay, it's free anyway, might as well stay." His tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if he were talking about something extremely simple.

Hearing this, Zhuque pouted, pretending to be angry, and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying..." She pretended to turn her face away, but secretly glanced at Lin Fan out of the corner of her eye, wanting to see his reaction.

Lin Fan was amused by her adorable appearance and burst into laughter. He reached out and gently pinched her cheek, saying softly, "Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? You are the most precious treasure in my heart, how could I hate you?" His voice was full of doting and indulgence.

Zhuque then turned her face with satisfaction, looking at him with a beaming smile. Their eyes met in the air, as if countless pink bubbles were spreading around them, filling the air with a sweet and romantic atmosphere.

The top three had been determined, and today's competition was considered complete. Lin Fan, holding Zhuque's hand, intended to leave the bustling banquet hall. However, before leaving, his gaze inadvertently swept over the three members of the Star Luo Divine Family. Their eyes flickered with a complex and profound light, unfathomable. Lin Fan frowned slightly, a strange sense of vigilance rising within him. But he didn't linger; he merely gave them a deep look before turning and leaving with Zhuque.

On the way back to their room, Zhuque was still immersed in the sweet atmosphere they had just shared. She held Lin Fan's hand tightly, as if wanting to keep this warmth and happiness with her forever. Lin Fan, in turn, maintained his gentle smile, patiently listening to her every word and every laugh. The atmosphere between them seemed to be enveloped by an invisible tenderness and affection, which was truly touching.

But just then, a familiar, loud voice suddenly broke the brief silence.

"Brother Lin Fan, please wait a moment~" This voice was none other than the unique, rough voice of the God of War.

Lin Fan turned around at the sound and saw the Black Dragon War God striding towards him with his signature hearty smile on his face. Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart; although the Black Dragon War God had a rugged appearance, he was extremely warm-hearted and took good care of him.

"What's wrong, Lord Wulong War God?" Lin Fan stepped forward and greeted him with a slight smile.

The God of War walked up, patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, and laughed heartily, "Congratulations, Lin Fan! Today's match was truly eye-opening. You not only won the match, but also won the heart of a beauty. It's a double celebration!"

As he spoke, he gave Zhuque a meaningful look. Zhuque's already rosy face was now as red as a ripe apple. She lowered her head shyly and held Lin Fan's hand tightly.

Feeling the softness and warmth in his hand, Lin Fan's heart stirred. He looked at Zhuque and saw that although she was shy, her eyes shone with determination and trust. This moved Lin Fan even more, and he gently squeezed Zhuque's hand, offering her silent comfort and support.

"Thank you, Lord War God Wulong." Lin Fan thanked him respectfully, his tone revealing respect for War God Wulong, but without excessive flattery.

The God of War, Wulong, was clearly very satisfied with Lin Fan's attitude. He chuckled, leaned closer, and teased with a wink, "Hehe, you're welcome. Little brother, besides dealing with those nobles' invitations and social engagements, what other plans do you have?"

Lin Fan's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this. He naturally understood the meaning behind Wulong's battle legend; it wasn't just a question about his plans, but also a reminder not to slacken his cultivation because of a temporary victory. After all, the Divine Martial Tournament was his true goal, and today's match was merely a minor interlude.

"Go back and prepare well, and try your best to achieve a good ranking in the Divine Martial Arts Tournament," Lin Fan said modestly with a smile, his tone revealing his expectation and determination for the future.

Upon hearing this, the God of War, Wulong, burst into laughter: "Truly worthy of being called a genius, always talking about fighting cultivators. But you can rest assured, with your strength, you'll either be first or second in this Divine Martial Arts Tournament!"

Hearing the God of War praise him so highly, Lin Fan was also thrilled. He knew this was not only recognition of his strength, but also an affirmation of his hard work and dedication. However, he also knew that the upcoming Divine Martial Tournament would be the real test. He had to cultivate even harder to live up to this expectation and trust.

"Thank you for your kind words, Lord War God." Lin Fan took a deep breath, his expression becoming even more determined. "I will continue to work hard and strive for good results in the Divine Martial Arts Tournament."

"Good! That's ambitious!" The God of War patted Lin Fan on the shoulder approvingly. "I believe you can do it. Keep it up, little brother!"

After saying that, he turned and strode away, leaving Lin Fan and Zhuque standing there. Lin Fan watched the departing figure of the Black Dragon War God, his heart filled with gratitude and respect.