Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing holding Shen An on the flying sword, her face suddenly turned pale, her heart trembled, and an indescribable feeling spread from her heart.

Chapter 77 Tom the Master

Three more days passed in the blink of an eye. Since the last time she saw Shen An with Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong had hardly spoken.

Every day I just stay in the house and don't know what to do. When it's mealtime, I just eat by myself without saying a word or talking to anyone. At most, I'll pet the cat for a while.

Zhu Zhuqing was much more cheerful, and her usually cool face was much gentler than before, especially when she looked at Shen An.

Shen An wasn't stupid; he naturally sensed something. However, as a transmigrator from Earth, he was still very concerned about his age. He was too young to cross the line.

Tonight is, as is customary, the day Shen An goes to the Soul Arena. Shen An has made an appointment with the Soul Arena to come here in three days to accept challenges from anyone of the same rank.

This day is often the most lively day in the Soul Arena. Although Shen An is only a second-ring Great Soul Master, he is really arrogant enough to claim that he is invincible among his peers.

Those who had challenged Shen An knew how formidable he was and wanted to see if anyone could defeat him.

Those who haven't witnessed it firsthand believe that Shen An is just a figurehead created by the Soto Arena; he may have some strength, but he's not worth worrying about.

Some people who love a good spectacle even bought standing tickets to watch, which is a rare sight at the Fighting Arena.

Tom, who was idling on the sidelines, suddenly spotted a familiar face.

Hey hey hey.

Tom blinked one eye, his lips curving into an exaggerated smile, and the whole cat quietly slipped into the crowd like a puddle of water.

Yu Xiaogang was right there among the surging crowd. As a master, he naturally knew the principle of knowing yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle.

Given the effective publicity surrounding Shen An at the Soto Arena, it was only natural that he would come to gather useful information for his disciple before targeting his weaknesses and taking appropriate measures.

Flander said that Tang San has no chance of defeating Shen An at this stage, and even used Dai Mubai as an example, which is ridiculous.

Xiao San, who had just entered the third-ring Soul Master realm, easily defeated Dai Mubai, not to mention that he didn't even use his domineering external soul bone.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but shake his head. "Flander, your teaching level has declined over the years." He decided to help his old friend rebuild Shrek's glory.

However, let's see how good Shen An is first. Yu Xiaogang looked at Shen An in the arena with a judging gaze.

Very young, with an irritating smile, just like that cat... wait?! A cat!

Yu Xiaogang noticed that a blue-haired cat was sitting next to him, intently staring at the Soul Arena, as if it couldn't see anything else. It was Tom.

Yu Xiaogang felt a chill run down his spine instantly. This was too terrifying; whatever he thought of had come true.

Recalling the scene of Luo Sanpao being dominated by Tom, Yu Xiaogang suppressed his fear, stiffly turned his head away, and prepared to quietly leave his seat.

As Yu Xiaogang turned around, a cat's head suddenly appeared in front of him, making faces and sticking out its tongue, with four cat paws appearing behind it!

"lol"

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Yu Xiaogang screamed wildly, "How did this cat appear? This is fucking terrifying!"

The audience members all turned their attention to this. Who was being so rude, shouting like that before the battle even started?

There was a middle-aged man of average appearance shouting wildly to the side, with a well-behaved blue cat sitting next to him.

"Hey? Isn't this Brother Shen's cat? Quickly bring it over. Brother Shen's cat is very precious, we can't let that madman hurt it."

Some kind-hearted people pulled Tom over and handed him over to the arena staff.

Tom watched the terrified Yu Xiaogang walk away triumphantly, thinking, "Serves you right for bumping into me back then. This Heavenly Emperor holds a grudge."

It took Yu Xiaogang a long time to come to his senses. He stood there, looking both ashamed and angry. He didn't know whether to sit, stand, or walk.

People around him were pointing and whispering. Yu Xiaogang felt as if the whole world was full of malice towards him. He snorted coldly and left the spot, preparing to watch the battle spirit in another place.

If this place doesn't want me, there are plenty of other places that will. The Soul Arena is so big, if I go somewhere else no one will talk about me.

The battle began, and this time the challenger was a control-type Great Soul Master whose Martial Soul was Thorn Blood Vine, which caught Yu Xiaogang's eye.

'This martial soul is similar to Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass. It can clearly show Shen An's way of fighting this type of soul master. Once we find his weakness, defeating him will not be a problem,' Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

Shen An looked at the Soul Master in his early twenties on the field. To be honest, he was not very challenging for him. But earning fame points was not shameful.

Soon, something happened that greatly surprised Yu Xiaogang: both sides released their spirit rings, and two spirit rings, one yellow and one purple, floated out from Shen An's body.

"How is that possible! How could someone's second soul ring be at the thousand-year level!" Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at Shen An.

He, who prides himself on being a renowned theoretical master in the world of martial spirits, naturally knows that the best configuration for a spirit master is yellow-yellow-purple-purple-black-black-black-black-red, but this person's second spirit ring actually broke this limit.

It should be known that after his research, the second spirit ring could only be absorbed for a maximum of 764 years, after which the body would explode and the person would die. Yet Shen An's second spirit ring was already purple, which made Yu Xiaogang feel dazed.

The audience cheered again. No matter how many times they had seen it, they were still shocked. A second spirit ring that lasted a thousand years—what a genius!

"No, that's not right. Not only has his second spirit ring broken through its limit, but his first spirit ring has also broken through its limit. It's yellow with a hint of purple, clearly a spirit ring that's nearly a thousand years old!"

Unlike the audience's shock and excitement, Yu Xiaogang felt as if his worldview had collapsed.

Shen An's two spirit rings undoubtedly told Yu Xiaogang that his theory and his research were wrong.

This made Yu Xiaogang, who was eager to make a name for himself in the world of Soul Masters and prove himself, seem somewhat devastated. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Shen An.

If it were his disciple Tang San who was absorbed across years, how wonderful it would be! Then the world would only praise Yu Xiaogang for his excellent teaching, instead of him being the owner of that wretched cat.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and kept telling himself that he was a master in the field of Soul Master theory, and that he should stay calm and that it was just a small matter.

It's just two spirit rings that have broken the limit; this person is just an exception.

Yu Xiaogang watched intently as Shen An fought against the control-type Great Soul Master. Flander had repeatedly mentioned Shen An's prowess, but seeing it for oneself was far more effective than words.

The so-called spirit ring age limit is just one of his research directions; there are nine other core areas of competition.

Today's plan is to figure out Shen An's methods so that the mistress can defeat him in the future, and also take revenge on that hateful cat.

Yu Xiaogang stared wide-eyed at the battle of spirits.

As the host, DouDou, announced the start of the competition in her gentle voice, Yu Xiaogang felt a sudden light in his eyes.

The azure sword energy reflected on the field, attacking the owner of the Thorn Blood Vine with unparalleled sharpness and speed.

Layers of blood vines were sliced ​​open as if made of paper, and Shen An's figure moved like lightning, with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass already held to the enemy's neck.

Yu Xiaogang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. What the hell? When did Shen An put a sword to his neck? He hadn't seen it at all.

It's so hard to even see clearly, what the hell is the point of studying this?!

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As fellow Great Soul Masters, Yu Xiaogang realized that the gap between him and Shen An was too great, so great that he couldn't even see Shen An's moves.

Yu Xiaogang rubbed his stiff face in frustration, then turned and left. He wasn't going to watch anymore; it was pointless and he couldn't understand it.

However, it wasn't all for naught; at least Yu Xiaogang noticed something.

That is, Shen An's martial soul quality is extremely high, so high that even the Haotian Hammer, which is known as the number one weapon martial soul in the world, may not be able to surpass it.

Even from below the stage, Yu Xiaogang could feel the sharp aura of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass. That cyan sword energy was definitely not a soul skill, yet it could so easily tear apart the thorny blood vine, which was known for its resilience, demonstrating its power.

Yu Xiaogang regretted saying yesterday that Tang San could defeat Shen An in three months. In the short term, Tang San had no chance of winning.

Yu Xiaogang decided to go back and do some more ideological work with Tang San, telling him that young people should not only seize the day, but also focus on the future.

Yu Xiaogang had no doubt about his disciple's potential, given his unique advantage of having twin martial souls.

When Tang San reaches the Title Douluo level in the future, he can attach all the ten-thousand-year-old or longer spirit rings to his second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer.

Is Shen An's second spirit ring, which is only a thousand years old, really that powerful? Compared to the Clear Sky Hammer with its full ten-thousand-year spirit rings, he's nothing but a little brother. Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang left with light steps.

The audience was cheering wildly for Shen An, including Tom, who was holding up a light board with Shen An's name on it, which was flashing and attracted a lot of attention.

Shen An's initial dominance poured cold water on all the new challengers; this was simply unbeatable.

As time went on, no challenger came up on stage, and boos came from the audience.

This caused the Soul Masters in the lounge to blush with embarrassment. A true expert's skill is evident in a single move. Even a control-type Soul Master, who is known as invincible among his peers, couldn't withstand Shen An's sword strike. How could they dare to embarrass themselves on stage?

Shen An patiently sat on the stage for another half hour, but no one came up. Finally, the host, Dou Dou, announced the end of today's battle.

Neither Zhu Zhuqing nor Ning Rongrong came this time, so Shen An greeted Pang Tao and then prepared to leave with Tom.

Tom trotted up to Shen An, pointed to his own eyes with his paw, then pointed at Shen An, while making a sinister expression on his face.

Shen An, who knew Tom very well, frowned and asked, "You mean there were people on the field who were watching me and seemed to have ill intentions towards me?"

Tom nodded. When Tom was serious, his observation skills were extraordinary, except when it came to catching Jerry, he was like a blind cat.

However, Shen An wasn't too worried. With the Superman suit and the few potions he had drawn, Shen An was quite confident in his ability to protect himself.

However, Shen An hadn't participated in the lottery for seven or eight days. In order to accumulate enough reputation points to exchange for a soul ring, he dared not waste a single reputation point.

At this point, his fame value had reached a high value of 450,000. With 50,000 left, he could advance to the third-ring Soul Master level. After that, he could focus on accumulating fame value to summon mysterious figures.

At the current rate, it will take another two or three days to reach 50,000 reputation points. There's no way around it; most people in Soto City already know about him, and the benefits brought by the Great Soul Arena are gradually decreasing.

The moment Shen An stepped out of the Great Soul Arena, a group of soldiers dressed in black armor suddenly stopped him.

Shen An squinted at them. These were regular troops. Judging from their uniforms, they were from the Spirit Hall.

Shen An was naturally familiar with the Spirit Hall, a famous power. At first, he even considered going to the Spirit Hall to collect gold spirit coins.

But after thinking about it, Shen An dismissed the idea. The Spirit Hall required registration to receive gold spirit coins, and since he wasn't short of money, there was no need for it.

Most importantly, Shen An still wants to keep his distance from such a powerful force, develop his strength cautiously, and avoid recklessness.

A soldier said coldly, "My master is looking for you. This way, please."

Shen An chuckled. Although the soldier used the word "please," his tone was really unpleasant. It seemed that someone was keeping an eye on him. Shen An had a vague idea.

Shen An carried the somewhat frightened Tom and followed the soldier. Since they had extended an invitation, why not go and see for themselves?

Tom had curled up in Shen An's arms. The soldiers all looked fierce and menacing, and Tom instinctively felt scared.

Shen An sighed and rubbed his forehead. "You fought Sword Douluo to a standstill, yet you're afraid of a few fierce-looking soldiers."

The soldiers' synchronized footsteps were exceptionally clear on the street, and soon led Shen An to a deep, dark alley.

Shen An watched with great interest as a middle-aged man with half-gray hair walked out of the alley.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the soldiers on his left and right withdrew on their own. He stared at Shen An with undisguised hatred in his eyes.

"You are Shen An, the genius of a thousand years with your second spirit ring, the rookie king of the Soto Arena, and also the murderer who killed my nephew."

When Ma Shan mentioned the murderer, a wave of gritted teeth and hatred washed over you.

Shen An shrugged easily: "Ma Yan, he colluded with bandits and deserved to die. So you mean you're planning to bring men to kill me tonight? These men won't be enough to stop me."

Shen An looked at Ma Shan with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Ma Shan laughed maniacally, "No, no, no, how could I be so presumptuous as to kill a genius like you? I'm only here on behalf of the Spirit Hall to recruit you."

Shen An frowned. What was this man up to? No, judging from his tone just now, there was no way he would reconcile.

Sure enough, Ma Shan continued.

"I am just an old and weak Soul Master, how could I possibly kill a genius youth?"

"I sincerely invited you to join the Spirit Hall, but unfortunately, geniuses are proud. Not only did you refuse to join, you also injured the white-robed deacon, offending the dignity of the Spirit Hall."

Ma Shan continued talking to himself. Shen An instinctively sensed something was wrong. Sure enough, the next moment, Ma Shan took out a dagger from his sleeve and slashed his arm.

This startled Tom, who jumped out of Shen An's arms and hid behind him.

Blood instantly stained Ma Shan's white clothes, but Ma Shan seemed oblivious to the pain, laughing maniacally:

“Shen An, I have no children, and Ma Yan is all I have. Since you have killed him, you should prepare to die.”

"Not only you, but also the two girls in your teahouse, and even this cat, should be prepared to be hunted down by the Spirit Hall."

Ma Shan continued to laugh wildly.

Shen An remained expressionless until he heard Ma Shan say he was going to harm the two women and Tom, at which point a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Ma Shan laughed with immense satisfaction. The blame had been pinned on Shen An, and it was obvious whether the Spirit Hall would believe him, the white-robed steward, or Shen An.

"boom!"

Shen An kicked Ma Shan straight away, the force of which sent him flying with a loud thud.

Ma Shan felt as if his entire skeleton was falling apart, and he looked at Shen An in disbelief.