Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Author: Willow Leaves Rising with the Wind

Summary:

[“A Mortal's Journey: Fishing for Martial Arts from the Chaotic Star Sea”, new book released on Qidian, please add it to your collection.]

When others travel to the Douluo Continent, they have beast martial souls, weapon martial souls, plant martial souls, or their own body martial soul.

However, Wang Teng awakened a child's toy, a "spinning top".

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Howling Cheetah Spinning Top: Wind Sweeps Through the Forest

Aurora Armor Gyro: 10,000 Tons of Pressure

Steel Wing Bat Spinner: Spinning Sting

Crimson Flame Divine Bird Beyblade: Heavenly Fox Flame

Critical Strike Tiger Spinning Top: Tiger Descending the Mountain

Silverwing Butterfly Spinning Top: Deadly Butterfly

Spinning Top: Dragon Turns the Sky

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Explosive spinning top, martial spirit evolution!

Beyblade Saint Seiya: Dragon Slash

Supreme Golden Armor Beyblade: Mountain Collapse and Earth Shattering

Sacred Firebird Beyblade: Rebirth

Explosive Tiger Spinning Top: Adding Wings to a Tiger

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"Critical Strike Tiger Spinning Top, Ultimate Move: Tiger Descends the Mountain!"

In an instant, the arena was filled with ghostly figures, the entire arena was filled with the silhouettes of spinning tops, and the opponents had no way of distinguishing which one was the spinning top!

Chapter 1 Hunter Wang Teng

Douluo Continent, Fasno Province, behind the Holy Soul Village.

A dense forest, like a green sea, swayed gently in the summer breeze.

There was only one narrow path in the forest, worn smooth by human feet and animal hooves, winding its way into the depths.

Just then, a boy was struggling to push aside the branches hanging down in front of him and slowly walked over from the other end of the path.

The midday sun was filtered through the layered tree canopy, turning into beams of light that slanted down onto the damp earth and onto the boy.

Dust particles floated within the beam of light, and a sultry, humid atmosphere, a mixture of grass, wood, and earth, rose from it.

The boy stopped in his tracks, raised his arm, and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

The boy looked to be about five or six years old.

However, he was a full half a head taller and much stronger than other children his age in the village.

The boy's skin was a tanned bronze color from years of working outdoors, with a healthy glow.

He was dressed in a coarse cloth short-sleeved shirt, with his arms and calves exposed, and his muscles were already beginning to show signs of firmness.

Besides that, what's most striking about the boy is his black hair.

Each root stands tall and stubbornly grows towards the sky, with an indomitable spirit, truly resembling the legendary Saiyan.

The boy's name is Wang Teng.

He is a time traveler.

Unfortunately, Wang Teng didn't have the Saiyan bloodline to destroy the world.

He simply transmigrated to the Douluo Continent and was born into an ordinary hunter's family.

Fortunately, although Wang Teng's family wasn't wealthy, life wasn't too difficult either.

The Douluo Continent is a land rich in mountains and forests, and fertile land.

As long as the people here are diligent and avoid natural disasters and man-made calamities (battles between nobles, soul beasts, and soul masters), they will not go hungry.

Therefore, in Wang Teng's memory, his family could eat meat every few days, such as wild rabbit or pheasant.

It was these rare opportunities for sustenance, coupled with his conscious training since childhood, that enabled Wang Teng to develop a physique far more robust than his peers.

At this moment, the bamboo basket on Wang Teng's back was quite heavy, making his shoulders ache slightly.

Wang Teng walked to an old tree that was so thick it would take three people to hug it, found a flat stone, carefully unloaded his basket, and sat down against the rough bark.

"call--"

He let out a long sigh of relief, and while resting, he unconsciously patted his exposed arms and calves with his hands.

Beneath the taut skin, the contours of the muscles were clearly visible.

Wang Teng was very satisfied with this body.

Since he was three years old, when those chaotic yet clear memories from before his transmigration awakened, he knew what kind of world he had come to.

In the years that followed, Wang Teng never stopped exercising.

Running, swimming, push-ups, squats...

His family couldn't afford even the cheapest ten-year supply of whale gelatin; all he could rely on was his body and his persistent hard work.

Fields, forests, and village waterways were all Wang Teng's training grounds.

Little by little, day by day, it has accumulated to become what it is today.

Today, Wang Teng went into the mountains alone, and he was more tired than usual.

He set off at five or six in the morning when the sky was just beginning to lighten, and now that the sun is high in the sky, he has been walking in this forest for most of the day.

Although Wang Teng had a good physical foundation, he was still only a six-year-old child who had not yet awakened his martial spirit. He was also carrying a heavy load of harvest on his back, and the feeling of fatigue still surged in waves.

He unscrewed the water pouch at his waist and poured the last bit of water into his throat.

The cool liquid slid down my dry throat, temporarily relieving some of the heat.

The only sounds were the rustling of the wind through the treetops, occasionally punctuated by the distant chirping of birds, which only added to the tranquility of the surroundings.

The rare tranquility in the forest gradually calmed Wang Teng's somewhat chaotic mind.

After resting for about twenty minutes, Wang Teng exhaled a deep breath and felt that his strength had recovered somewhat.

Then, he picked up the bamboo basket again, weighed it in his hand, and continued walking along the path.

The basket contains Wang Teng's harvest from this morning.

They were several rabbits and pheasants caught in a trap set by the father.

Daily patrols of the traps, harvesting the prey, and carefully restoring the traps to their original state are tasks that Wang Teng and his father never fail to perform.

However, tomorrow is a special day.

All the children in the village who are six years old will undergo martial spirit awakening tomorrow.

My father had been talking about it for days, saying he wanted to prepare a decent gift for him.

So early this morning, my father set off alone, pushing a cart full of mountain goods and furs, to Nottingham, a city not far away, to sell them for money.

Therefore, the task of patrolling the mountain today fell on Wang Teng's shoulders alone.

However, Wang Teng was not afraid.

This forest behind the mountain is not the Soul Hunting Forest where soul beasts gather; it is just an ordinary mountain forest that Holy Soul Village has relied on for generations. Unless you are reckless and venture into the deepest and darkest places, you will rarely encounter large beasts.

Moreover, he had followed his father in and out of this place countless times since he was a child, and he knew by heart which roads were safe and which areas might be dangerous.

Stepping on the thick layer of fallen leaves, listening to the rustling sound of his own footsteps, Wang Teng looked up and judged the position of the sun through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

The light and shadow shifted; it must be nearly noon by now.

"We're about an hour later than usual when I'm with Dad..."

Wang Teng was making plans in his mind.

"I wonder if that kid Tang San is still in the same old place."

Wang Teng's family were hunters who dealt with this mountain forest every day, so he got to know Tang San, who also came to the back mountain to "cultivate" without fail every day.

From around the age of four, that small, thin figure began to appear on that conspicuous big rock on the back hill.

Over the years, the two of them have become somewhat familiar with each other.

However, Tang San has an indescribable sense of solitude.

All the children in the village thought Tang San was aloof.

The children in the village are young and rather naive.

However, it seems that Wang Teng, a child who appears mature and composed due to his precocious nature, would find it difficult to truly get close to Tang San.

However, Wang Teng felt relieved when he thought about Tang San's experiences.

Tang San's previous life was, after all, a "feudal" era.

In that era, people were clearly divided into different social classes.

Tang San's decades-long understanding cannot be easily changed.

Therefore, it was inevitable that Tang San would look down on the ordinary people around him after transmigrating.

In the original novel, those who will surround Tang San in the future are either geniuses or benefactors.

It seems only natural that Wang Teng, the son of a hunter, was not taken seriously by Tang San.

"Tomorrow... Martial Soul Awakening..."

"Hopefully, it will turn out well."