Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

Without hesitation, Tom took out a match, lit the gunpowder, and then quickly ran to Shen An's side to cover his ears.

Tang Hao was startled. Where did it come from? Why was he completely unaware?

The long fuse suddenly ignited, and without the slightest hesitation, Shen An unleashed his sword intent, with countless sword energies flying around to protect his body.

The dose Tom just used was all the gunpowder he had; he wouldn't dare gamble on its power.

All the weapons that were refreshed in the Thai-Philippines armory and won in the lottery are just sitting there.

"Boom!!!"

Tang Hao's Killing God Domain, which originally isolated sound, now completely blocked the roar of the explosion. Of course, he also received an indescribable shock, especially since he was at the center of the gunpowder.

Shen Anyi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and prepared to receive the aftershocks of the explosion. Although the two were fifty meters apart, it was still too dangerous; the dose was too high.

But something strange happened: the gunpowder seemed to be confined to Tang Hao's body and did not spray out to other places.

Shen An fell silent for a moment, which didn't seem unreasonable. He recalled how Tom had smashed Jerry's mouse hole before, and as a result, the entire house was blown up except for the mouse hole. That was exactly what made sense.

Amidst the thick smoke, an angry voice rang out, "Cough cough, Shen An, I'll kill you!!!"

With Shen An's keen eyesight, he could naturally see that Tang Hao, who was originally just down on his luck, was now in a miserable state, his body covered in blood and gore, his whole body was pitch black, and smoke was billowing from his seven orifices.

Tom ignited suddenly, which means that Tang Hao did not use his soul power to protect himself, but simply took the damage with his physical body.

At this moment, his ninth spirit ring was gathering light, ready to unleash its ultimate power.

However, the activation of the soul skill should have been very smooth, but Tang Hao's body suddenly trembled. The gunpowder had just exploded on him too violently.

This made his already poor health even worse. A hint of sorrow and anger flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He had been tricked when he was fighting a Soul Master.

But Tang Hao did not hesitate and went all out. Shen An was too mysterious. That mysterious weapon was his. Otherwise, a slightly weaker Soul Douluo would probably have been blown half to death.

Shen An's face turned green. Shouldn't he feel honored that a Title Douluo would use his ninth soul skill on him without hesitation?

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen An said, "Tom, the kung fu bandana!"

At the same time, he took a step forward, desperately pouring all his soul power into the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass. Sword intent, soul power, and strength were perfectly integrated at this moment.

"Sword Style - Cloud Slash!"

Tom instantly pulled out his kung fu bandana, determined to cripple this man and then take away all his halos.

At this moment, a leisurely voice came, as natural and harmonious as all things in heaven and earth, as if it should have always existed.

"Is this all the Haotian Sect has to offer? A Haotian Douluo actually abandoned his dignity to attack a mere child. He has utterly disgraced Tang Chen."

A gray-clad figure suddenly appeared in front of the Haotian Hammer. He pointed forward, and a ray of golden light appeared, then floated towards the Haotian Hammer.

The enormous, heavy hammer contrasted sharply with the golden light that seemed to float on a rootless duckweed.

"Boom!" The golden light collided with the hammer light. The golden light, which was originally like a spark, became stronger and stronger, blooming with extreme brilliance, and crashing upwards against the Haotian Hammer.

The Haotian Hammer, radiating a terrifying black light, flew backwards without stopping.

When his ninth soul skill was directly countered and he failed, Tang Hao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. When he came to his senses and saw the appearance of the person in front of him, a look of horror and fear flashed in his eyes.

It's hard to imagine that Tang Hao was so arrogant and domineering not long ago.

Without the slightest hesitation, and disregarding his body that was about to fall apart, Tang Hao used the recoil from the hammer to immediately dart away.

Chapter 173 Qian Daoliu's Speculation: Cat God? Divine Cat?

"Boom!"

Anxious and impatient, Tang Hao stomped his foot hard on the ground, the muscles in his calves pounding violently like his heart, demonstrating his power generation technique to the fullest.

The hard stone floor suddenly collapsed and cracked downwards, and the flying debris hit the wall, leaving cracks.

The power of the physical body, the power of the Clear Sky Hammer, and the surging soul power were perfectly integrated into one, and the speed at which it exploded in that instant even amazed Qian Daoliu.

Of course, if he's determined to catch up, he definitely can; the title of number one in the sky isn't just for show.

However, Qian Daoliu just stared blankly at Tang Hao's fleeing figure and couldn't help but chuckle. If he wanted to kill him, he would have done so more than ten years ago.

However, it was quite amusing to watch the current Haotian Douluo flee in disarray before him.

'Tang Chen, Tang Chen, your title of Haotian has been tarnished.'

"Young man, you're not simple to make that guy resort to any means to attack you."

Qian Daoliu said with a smile.

He sensed a different quality in Shen An, so he was willing to say a few more words.

After all, not everyone dares to draw their sword against a Title Douluo and can withstand his pressure.

Shen An's clothes were already soaked with sweat. With Tang Hao's departure, the terrifying and suffocating pressure instantly vanished. Coming to his senses, he quickly stopped Tom from wrapping the red headscarf around his head.

"Junior Shen An thanks senior for your help."

Qian Daoliu's eyes flashed. What a coincidence! He had come here to see Shen An, a man who would make his granddaughter risk exposing a plan she had been plotting for over a decade and go head-to-head with Bibi Dong.

Shen An looked at the person in front of him. He was young and handsome, and his aura seemed to blend with the world. He was obviously not simple. It was right for him to be humble.

Even though he has a cheat code that guarantees him a comeback against Tang Hao, it wouldn't hurt to express my gratitude.

Shen An had only one regret: he wanted to see if he could kill Tang Hao with the kung fu headband.

As a result, before Shen An could even unleash a series of combined attacks, Tang Hao was scared away by the person in front of him.

He runs faster than a rabbit. Shen An is confident that he can defeat Tang Hao with his kung fu headband and even cripple him, but when it comes to chasing people, he doesn't seem to be very good at it.

However, this matter is not so easy to end. Since Tang Hao dared to attack him, he should be prepared for his son to be killed. He did not believe that Tang Hao could tolerate it.

Qian Daoliu looked at Shen An and nodded slightly in his heart. He had a good appearance, and he was able to survive even under the pressure of Haotian Douluo without giving up hope of survival. He even wanted to fight back. This showed the demeanor of a strong person.

"Kid, I'm quite curious why Tang Hao wants to kill you."

Shen An said with a smirk, "The younger one lost to me and suffered a loss, so the older one naturally couldn't sit still and took action."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu was amused. He had no good feelings towards the people of Haotian Sect and was happy to hear someone insult them.

As the two were talking, Tom also let down his guard, sprawled out in a pile of blue mud, and lay quietly on the ground, with only his two big eyes bobbing around on it.

"Thank you very much, senior. I have other important matters to attend to. If we meet again in the future, I will definitely thank you properly." Shen An politely bid farewell to Qian Daoliu.

This incident with Tang Hao also served as a wake-up call for him, reminding him that the gap in strength between him and these top experts was too great.

Shen An didn't really want to stay with this group of people; it was too dangerous.

"No rush, kid. I find you quite pleasing to the eye. Since you use a sword, how about I give you some pointers?" Qian Daoliu said with a smile.

He was very interested to see just how amazing this person, whom even his granddaughter called the most talented, really was.

Shen An's lips twitched. Why did he feel a chill run down his spine? He had a feeling that the powerful man in front of him was looking for a reason to beat him up.

The person in front of him could scare Tang Hao away just by looking at him. Hitting him would be as easy as squeezing a baby.

Shen An had tried his best to recall his few Douluo memories, but he still couldn't figure out the origin of the person in front of him.

"That's not appropriate, senior. My swordsmanship is nothing more than a child's sword dance; it's truly embarrassing to be seen by anyone," Shen An instinctively declined.

"Boy, I saved your life and even kindly gave you pointers, but you're making excuses. That's a bit unreasonable. Draw your sword already. I don't need to use my martial spirit or soul power," Qian Daoliu said impatiently.

This facade was entirely contrived. For Qian Daoliu, nothing in the world, except for his granddaughter and the glory of the angelic family, could shake his resolve, including Poseidon on Seagod Island.

That behavior just now was merely a way to provoke Shen An.

Just like seven years ago, when he took a walk and unintentionally visited Poseidon Island, he caught a glimpse of Poseidon, the woman he had once deeply loved.

Thirty-eight years later, when they met again, he found that he felt nothing at all, as if his heart was completely still.

Shen An didn't hesitate any longer. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass appeared in his hand. Since the other party had already said so much, he couldn't refuse anymore, so he might as well be straightforward.

Upon seeing the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, Qian Daoliu was slightly startled. With his keen eyesight, he could easily tell that Shen An's martial soul was of extremely high quality, even comparable to the Six-Winged Angel of their Qian family.

Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow, finding it interesting, and a simple, ancient longsword appeared in his hand.

The two figures clashed, their swordplay relentless, sparks flying. After an incense stick's time, Shen An, covered in wounds, clasped his hands in surrender.

Qian Daoliu, seemingly refreshed, praised, "Not bad. At your age, my swordsmanship is about the same as yours."

Shen An was in excruciating pain all over his body. The swordsmanship of the person in front of him was ridiculously high, and he was completely dominating him throughout the fight.

Just when he thought he had a stroke of genius to break the deadlock, he discovered it was a trap set by the other side.

Unbeknownst to Shen An, a tremendous storm was brewing in Qian Daoliu's heart at that moment.

Shen An's swordsmanship was incredibly skillful, each move targeting his weaknesses. Fortunately, Shen An's swordsmanship was superb and his combat experience was so profound that he was able to turn a disadvantage into an advantage.

Qian Daoliu couldn't quite understand how someone so young could have mastered such swordsmanship.

It's understandable that his granddaughter praised it so highly. Perhaps he wasn't overthinking it; Xue'er was simply appreciating its talent.

"Alright, I have other things to do. You can go back now." Qian Daoliu said without any politeness. He was restless and wanted to see what kind of person his granddaughter praised.

Now that people have not only seen him but also beaten him up, nothing else has happened.

Shen An came to a puddle of blue mud and called out, "Tom, let's go home."

Qian Daoliu looked on in confusion. What was wrong with this kid? Wasn't there a puddle of mud in front of him? Had I just knocked him stupid?

Upon hearing Shen An's call, Tom immediately jumped out, and the original puddle of blue mud instantly transformed into a brand new cat with flesh and blood.

Qian Daoliu's expression froze. Was there really a cat just now? How could there be something that even I, a level 99 Limit Douluo, couldn't detect?

Qian Daoliu's eyes then lit up with interest. This cat was quite special; there were very few things on the Douluo Continent that he didn't know.

He even tried to use his mental power to investigate the cat, only to find nothing, as if the cat did not exist in his mental world.

Qian Daoliu's usually calm and collected expression suddenly changed. At his level, nothing, whether visual or tactile, could compare to the clarity of his mental probing.

He closed his eyes, seemingly defiant, and repeatedly used his vast spiritual power to probe the cat before him, but still found nothing, as if it didn't exist at all.

Qian Daoliu could sense every blade of grass and tree around him, including Shen An in front of him, but he could not sense Tom's presence.

But when he opened his eyes, a pretty blue cat was standing in front of him.

Qian Daoliu fell silent. This was beyond his comprehension. What could be seen but not detected by spiritual power?

For some inexplicable reason, he remembered the angel statue that his lineage had served throughout their lives.

Isn't that what angels are like? You can see them, look up to them, and believe in them, but you can't use your pitiful spiritual strength to explore their greatness.

It's like the difference between a spark and the brilliance of the sun and moon.

Shen An saw Qian Daoliu staring blankly at Tom and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Senior, there's something I forgot to mention. All of my swordsmanship was learned from Tom."

"I suppose the fight just now wasn't quite satisfying for you. Why don't you have a match with Tom? If we're just talking about swordsmanship, I'm sure it will give you a good time."

Surprisingly, Qian Daoliu didn't say anything like "How dare a cat fight me?" or "How could a cat know swordsmanship?" Instead, he nodded seriously.

"Very well, I believe my swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle of worldly skill. If it can inspire me, that would be the best outcome."

Tom didn't refuse. He knew that it was this guy in front of him who had helped them out of the danger they had just faced, so he decided to give him face and have a serious match with him.

Tom then donned his swordsman outfit once again.

"Bang bang bang bang."

The sound of swords clashing rang out.

The figures of the man and the cat continued to spread throughout the space, presenting Shen An with a visual feast.

Of course, Tom's style is the most interesting. For example, he retracts his limbs to avoid an attack, and then stretches them out again to continue fighting with his sword.

However, ignoring Tom's slick moves, his swordsmanship is undeniable. His simple speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness have broken through countless techniques from various schools of swordsmanship.

After a stick of incense had burned, Qian Daoliu's eyes held a multitude of emotions: disbelief, incomprehension, speculation, and awe.

Qian Daoliu took the fight against Tom very seriously, basically giving it his all. However, he found that no matter how high his swordsmanship was, Tom always had an edge over him, no more, no less, just that one edge.

This swordsmanship, which seemed ever more lofty and unbreakable, once again reminded him of the divine realm, and also gave him hope that his swordsmanship, which he believed had reached the pinnacle of worldly skill, could be further improved.

But how could a cat defeat him, a level 99 Limit Douluo?

'Could this cat be a cat god, a sword god, or some other deity reincarnated?' Qian Daoliu murmured to himself.

As one of the two strongest swordsmen who fought Tom, unlike Chen Xin...

Chen Xin was single-mindedly devoted to the way of the sword. He only knew that sparring with Tom could improve his sword skills, so he never cared about why Tom had such an outrageous level of sword skills.

Qian Daoliu was different. As the strongest person on the continent and a member of the Angel Family, he was naturally familiar with the existence of gods who were above all else.

He even considered attempting to reach the legendary level 100 and become a god, but the path was too difficult. Despite being blessed by the angel god, he was constrained by his own talent and found it hard to succeed.