Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

As Wang Sheng spoke, he pushed the bowl in front of him over as well.

"Brother, you are..."

Wang Teng was taken aback, looking at the bowl of medicine and then at Wang Sheng.

"You drink it."

Wang Sheng's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

“I cultivate slowly, and I don’t train as hard as you do.”

“You are different. You have innate level five soul power. You will definitely be more successful than me in the future.”

“This bowl of medicine, no, not just this bowl, all the medicinal herbs that your father asked you to bring this time should be used on you.”

Looking into Wang Teng's eyes, Wang Sheng saw the care of an elder brother, as well as the solemnity of someone who had made a decision.

Wang Teng and his elder brother exchanged glances for a moment, and Wang Teng understood his brother's feelings from those eyes.

He didn't refuse again, nodded, picked up the second bowl of medicine, and drank it all in one gulp.

The warmth from the two bowls of medicinal soup combined to make Wang Teng sweat slightly, and his spirits lifted.

After putting down the bowl, Wang Teng asked, "Brother, how many more times can we decoct the medicinal herbs we brought this time?"

Wang Sheng did a quick mental calculation and replied, "At this rate of two bowls per serving today, I can probably make it a dozen or so more times."

“However…” He paused, then looked at Wang Teng, “If you practice like you did yesterday every day, I reckon even if you’re the only one using them, these herbs won’t last a month.”

"A month..."

Wang Teng stroked his chin, lost in thought.

The medicinal herbs were being consumed much faster than he had anticipated.

The meager stipend for work-study students was barely enough to feed the Wang brothers; it couldn't possibly cover the long-term expenses for medicinal herbs.

"Looks like it's time to find a way to make some money."

Wang Teng raised his head, looked at the high walls of the academy in the distance, and said in a low voice.

"Make money? You have a way?"

Upon hearing his younger brother's words, Wang Sheng didn't hesitate or doubt at all and asked directly.

That's not surprising.

Wang Teng has always been exceptional since birth.

He was a quiet child who never cried or made a fuss, was quick-witted, and acted with composure.

In the eyes of ten-year-old Wang Sheng, whatever ideas his six-year-old brother comes up with, he feels it's worth listening to first.

"Hmm, I've got an idea."

Wang Teng frowned slightly, seemingly pondering the details in his mind.

"any solution?"

Wang Sheng became even more curious and moved closer.

Wang Teng looked up at his older brother, his eyes sparkling: "Brother, what do you think... 'spinning tops' combined with 'gambling battles'? Is that a good idea?"

"what?"

Wang Sheng was stunned, somewhat unable to react.

"Walk."

Without explaining further, Wang Teng grabbed Wang Sheng's hand and ran towards the dormitory.

"Little brother, what exactly are you planning to do?"

Wang Sheng ran after him, asking questions as he went.

You'll find out soon enough.

Back at Dormitory 7, the two of them quickly came out again.

This time, Wang Sheng had a stack of papers covered with drawings, while Wang Tengde carried a small purse in his arms, which his father had specially given to him and his older brother before he came to school.

"Brother, let's go to the best blacksmith shop in Nottingham City."

After walking out of the academy gate, Wang Teng said.

Wang Sheng walked along, flipping through the blueprints in his hand.

Each sheet of paper contains a drawing of an intricately designed metal top, with the names of its various components labeled next to it.

Attack ring, counterweight wheel, gyroscope tip, launcher...

The styles are varied, including the fierce tiger head shape, the sleek flying bird shape, and the solid armor shape.

These were all meticulously drawn by Wang Teng, stroke by stroke, based on his memories from his previous life.

Those things that fascinated him in his childhood, such as the "Critical Strike Tiger," the "Crimson Flame Divine Bird," and the "Aurora Armor," have all been reproduced in the form of design drawings.

Looking at the spinning top design in his hand, Wang Sheng quickly understood his brother's idea.

So he confirmed again, "Young man, your method is to make these spinning tops, sell them to students in the academy, and then organize them to compete in gambling?"

"Correct!"

Wang Teng nodded excitedly and explained, "This thing is originally a children's toy, and everyone in the academy is quite young and loves to play."

"If priced right, this thing can easily become popular in colleges."

"Once everyone's having fun, we'll organize a competition and set up betting pools... Heh heh, then..."

Chapter 24 Private Customization

Wang Teng was quite satisfied with his idea, which combined toys and games.

He couldn't help but give himself a mental thumbs up.

“Little brother, it’s not that I don’t agree,” Wang Sheng raised his hand, interrupting his brother’s reverie, “but I have two questions.”

"You said."

Wang Teng said casually.

"First, how do you ensure that it is 'us' who organizes the competition, and not someone else who gets there first?"

"Secondly, how can you guarantee that 'we' will definitely win?"

After Wang Sheng finished speaking, he looked at his younger brother intently, waiting for his answer.

Wang Teng smiled, as if he had already thought about these questions: "Brother, these two questions are actually not difficult."

"First, it's easy to start a competition: we can take advantage of the existing conflicts within the college."

"There has never been a good relationship between regular students and work-study students."

“If we just give him a little push, like having you 'provoke' Xiao Chenyu, given his show-off attitude and disdain for work-study students, he’ll definitely take the bait.”

"As for why it's a spinning top contest instead of a direct fight... well, isn't that because Sister Xiao Wu is there? Xiao Chenyu just became a Soul Master and is feeling quite proud of himself, but you know Sister Xiao Wu's strength. If he really wanted to fight, he definitely wouldn't be a match for her."

"If we suggest that we use spinning tops to decide the winner, it will be both fair and fun, and he will most likely accept the offer."

At this point, Wang Teng paused and lowered his voice: "Second, about how to win... Brother, I'll tell you quietly, I have a way to 'influence' other people's spinning tops."

"What? You can control other people's spinning tops?"

Wang Sheng was taken aback.

"Shhh-keep it down!"

Wang Teng quickly gestured and said, "Saying 'control' might not be the most accurate, but I feel that I can indeed interfere with other gyroscopes."

"During the competition, I secretly rigged things, and the outcome was naturally in our hands."

"If someone finds out we're cheating, we'll be in big trouble."

Wang Sheng's face showed worry.

"Big brother, don't worry!"

Wang Teng patted his chest and assured everyone, "I know a lot about spinning tops."

"Different counterweights, attack ring shapes, and tip materials have vastly different effects on rotation and balance."

"Even without cheating, we have a great chance of winning based on our design advantage alone."

Wang Teng wasn't bragging.

You should know that in his previous life, Wang Teng was a huge fan of spinning tops.

When he was young, he studied the structure and tactics of various spinning tops.

Therefore, the knowledge that was once considered "useless" has now become key information for Wang Teng to make money.

Looking at his younger brother's confident demeanor, Wang Sheng hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and made up his mind.

"Okay! I'll trust you this once!"

So the two brothers didn't delay any longer and headed towards the best blacksmith shop in Nottingham.

The shop was reached quickly.

The two lifted the heavy windproof curtain and went inside.

The blacksmith's shop was filled with heat.

The clanging and banging of blacksmithing could be heard incessantly.

The shop was divided into two halves.

On the left is the exhibition hall: forged swords hang on the walls, gleaming coldly; in the corner are piles of farm tools such as hoes and plowshares, all of which look sturdy and durable.

To the right is the work area: a huge furnace spews out crimson flames, casting flickering light and shadow throughout the room.

At this moment, in the blacksmith's shop.

A shirtless blacksmith had just taken a red-hot iron billet from the furnace, placed it on the anvil, and rhythmically swung his hammer, sparks flying everywhere.

"Young guests, what brings you to the blacksmith's shop?"