Douluo: The Peerless Dragon Shakes the Universe.

Chapter 50 Bewilderment

"Hey." The pink-haired boy chuckled and plopped down on the floor.

Jiang Shuo narrowed his eyes speechlessly.

"How come I run into you everywhere?"

"What do you mean, 'du'? Are you unhappy to run into me?" Wang Dong raised her fair neck unhappily, her pink and blue eyelashes fluttering.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuo calmly re-examined him.

"No, it's just that you always seem to show up at the most inopportune times."

He couldn't say he disliked the proud little swan in front of him.

Perhaps it was because of later impressions that his dislike for the extremely arrogant daughter of a god-king extended to the woman in front of him.

But in the end, Wang Dong is Wang Dong, and Tang Wutong is Tang Wutong.

The two are still different.

"That's incredible! When I heard that broadcast today, I immediately went to the Soul Arena to 'support' you."

"You have an extraordinary amount of courage. The outer courtyard is too much for you. Perhaps you should go to the inner courtyard and shout out your name, and challenge those monsters."

The pink-haired boy said with a serious, stern face.

Jiang Shuo smiled and said, "It's not the right time yet."

"Perhaps breaking through to the Soul Master level is about the right time."

"My endurance is no less than theirs, but my burst damage is still a bit lacking compared to Soul Emperor level experts."

If we don't count the Heart of Light.

Although he didn't stop for the past six years, he wasn't in his prime training period. It's like struggling on a concrete road, which is still not as good as speeding on a highway.

Wang Dong scoffed, tilting his head back with a face full of doubt. "I don't believe you."

"A Soul Master fighting a Soul Emperor?"

"Why don't you just go to heaven?"

"Didn't you see what happened to your Soul King?" Jiang Shuo glanced sideways, snorted coldly, and said, "It might be a bit difficult to beat a Soul Emperor now, but beating you would be a piece of cake."

"Want to practice with me?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong's face flushed red, and the words of rebuttal stuck in his throat.

He shrank back his long, slender neck and muttered, "Don't be too arrogant, I'll catch up with you one day..."

Despite feeling incredibly proud, Wang Dong still had to admit that the guy in front of him was quite formidable.

After all, the facts are undeniable.

"Then I'll wait," Jiang Shuo said casually, crossing his legs.

She stopped looking at him and instead turned her gaze to the arena below.

While the two were bickering, the fighting spirits below intensified.

Beibei continued her attack, using her soul skills one after another, making her the one who was expending the most energy.

Xu Sanshi remained on the defensive, but the soul power he consumed was far less than that of Bei Bei, who was on the offensive.

The two are indeed evenly matched in strength.

And they all possess powerful martial spirits.

But ultimately, their directions are different.

Jiang Shuo watched thoughtfully. Without a sufficiently powerful offensive soul skill, it would indeed be difficult to break through Xu Sanshi's defense.

Beibei has begun to slow down her attacks, and the situation has become deadlocked.

Sudden.

Xu Sanshi, who was holding the giant black shield, suddenly stiffened.

In that crucial, momentary stagnation, the outcome of this battle of spirits was instantly decided.

A flash of blue lightning appeared in Bei Bei's eyes, and the lightning aura around her body doubled, instantly replenishing her previously depleted soul power.

His figure disappeared in front of him, and a blur appeared. When the audience regained their senses, Bei Bei suddenly appeared behind the frozen Xu Sanshi!

"Third Soul Skill, Thunderous Fury!"

With a resounding dragon roar, blue lightning snakes spread across the stone platform, causing the floor tiles to crackle and hiss.

"boom!"

Xu Sanshi was struck squarely on the back by a claw, then fell face-first into the mud and passed out.

Beibei won.

But the victory wasn't exactly honorable.

Even he himself was a little embarrassed and didn't look at the fallen Xu Sanshi.

Jiang Shuo sensed something and followed his gaze, seeing a girl with a high ponytail and a boy with black hair and blue eyes.

Tang Ya tilted her pretty face up and pretended to be cute with her boyfriend, her eyes sparkling.

The black-haired, blue-eyed boy next to her looked completely exhausted, his face pale.

Jiang Shuofu suddenly realized something.

Huo Yuhao released mental interference.

That unlucky Xu Sanshi, of all people to bully, he had to bully this brother and sister.

……

However, it has nothing to do with him.

"Xu Sanshi's defeat was rather sudden. Did Beibei and he put on an act together?"

Even someone as thick-skinned as Wang Dong realized something was wrong.

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Looking down at the twin stars of the outer courtyard, he said with suspicion.

"Maybe so. I'm leaving. Are you leaving or not?"

Jiang Shuo patted his butt and got up. No matter what, he had seen what he wanted to see.

Let's not rush to defeat Xu Sanshi tomorrow; let's use him to hone our skills first.

"Let's go." Wang Dong, the White Swan, agreed and jumped up.

"By the way, you're not also colluding with the Soul Fighting Zone to put on an act, are you?"

After walking for a while, Wang Dong suddenly slapped his forehead and asked out of the blue.

"Do I look like someone who would even look at those few million gold soul coins?" Jiang Shuo walked ahead with his hands behind his back, asking without turning his head.

"That's true." The pink-haired boy nodded, believing the arrogant statement.

"How's your homeroom teacher? I'm thinking of joining your class."

After walking for a while, Wang Dong couldn't help but complain in a low voice, "That old hag Zhou Yi is not only heartless, but she also likes to fire people while scolding them."

"Mu Jin is not bad, but can you transfer to another class? Aren't you the class monitor?" Jiang Shuo tilted his head slightly and asked in surprise.

"Sigh, that's true... Unlike you, who's all talk and no action. I can't beat that old hag Zhou Yi." The pink-haired boy shrank back, looking terrified.

Jiang Shuo found it somewhat amusing to listen to this bitter story.

I wonder what kind of torment this little princess went through in class to become such a chatterbox.

Her relationship with Huo Yuhao in this life doesn't seem to be that good. Even her double dormitory room has become a single room. With no one to comfort her, she can only bear it all by herself.

"Go make friends! What are you doing at Shrek if you don't interact with others?"

Wang Dong shook his head, his small face turning serious as he looked at the carefree boy, and said:

"There aren't many people in this world who I can treat as equals, and you are one of them, Jiang Shuo."

"As for the others, some of them are sensitive but incompetent novices, I feel disgusted just looking at them."

"Yeah?"

"Some people are still worth befriending, like Bei Bei from the Soul Arena just now, and I heard that Class 5 also has a Soul Master."

Wang Dong blinked her light blue eyebrows, then her face turned indignant. "Senior Brother Bei is fine, but I want to join the Tang Sect, and he actually said he needs to think about it first!"

"With my talent, do I really need to consider this?"

"This is infuriating!"

Seeing Wang Dong about to explode, Jiang Shuo suddenly frowned.

Things are starting to look a little strange.

Something's not right...

This scene seems so familiar...

He felt like he'd seen him somewhere before, but he just couldn't quite place it.

He rubbed his head, but the strangeness didn't disappear; instead, a sense of bewilderment welled up inside him.

Some things from his past life are becoming increasingly blurry, while memories of this life are slowly taking over. He seems to be forgetting who he was and what he did in his past life.

This feeling wasn't pleasant, but then Jiang Shuo realized it was reasonable.

After all, he has been in this world for twelve years, plus the ten months he spent in his mother's womb, making it thirteen years.

Thirteen years have passed; how could one possibly remember things from a past life so clearly?

(End of this chapter)