Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 481 The Racial Talent of the Golden Sacred Dragon

"Come with me!"

Located on the side of the killing city, it is on the edge of the endless ocean.

Yu Xiaogang led his apprentice to the coastline where the two sides met at a 49-degree angle, where they met the newcomers inside an exquisite building.

"Who is this"

Tang San looked up and asked.

“Poseidon Island has granted me a Red-level Seventh Trial, making me the successor to the position of High Priest of the Sea God.”

Unfortunately, he failed.

Yu Xiaogang, with an arrogant expression, mocked mercilessly, perhaps in his eyes, a loser like Poseidon was not qualified to speak with him.

Even though his strength far surpasses mine.

"Humph!"

Poseidon's expression turned cold.

A sudden, sharp surge of soul power swept over Yu Xiaogang's body, instantly pressing him to the ground with overwhelming pressure.

"Peak Douluo?"

Tang San was astonished.

The surging soul power revealed Poseidon's level: a peak level 97 Douluo.

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, "How is this possible?"

"When I first met you, you were stuck at level 69 and couldn't break through. How come you've broken through to the Title Douluo level after only a few years, and even reached the peak level?"

What happened during this process?

Poseidon did not answer.

The robe was very loose, but the cuffs and trouser legs were tied very tightly, making the whole person look like a bloated sea turtle.

"You claim to be a theoretical master of bullshit, but you can't even break through level 29. Where do you get the nerve to put on that arrogant face in front of me?"

"Speak. What brings you here?"

Yu Xiaogang was dissatisfied.

In the past, Poseidon was quite humble when facing me. How come he has changed so much in just a few years?
"I want my apprentice to go to Poseidon Island and undergo the test of the sacred pillars there."

Poseidon retorted, dissatisfied, "Why should I?"

Why should I help you? And what can you offer me in return?

Yu Xiaogang looked embarrassed. Now that the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan had been destroyed, the resources it could mobilize were extremely limited. It was simply wishful thinking to try to find the Seagod Island on its own.

So it raised its banner.

Perhaps you don't understand yet.

"The man next to me, Tang San's grandfather, recently became a god!"

"Now that you're a peak Douluo, you need to pursue the path of a god. If you help him, you might receive unimaginable rewards."

Yu Xiaogang spoke softly, and what he said truly moved Poseidon.

"God?"

"Yes, Asura God!"

Poseidon was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

It seems to be verifying the truth of Yu Xiaogang's words. Yu Xiaogang always liked to boast on Poseidon Island, but I don't think the matter of becoming a god would deceive me.

"Fine!"

“Yu Xiaogang, you don’t need to go. Those Soul Masters on Seagod Island are thinking about how to kill you. And I am a loser, so I can’t go to the island either, but I can bring your disciple to the island.”

Tang San nodded gently.

Facing the southwest sea, a glint of greed flashed in his eyes—a longing for the position of a god.

"Is this the Golden Sacred Dragon?"

Rooted in the bloodline and surging in the soul bone, the power guides the martial soul to undergo a transformation.

Yu Tianheng's eyes shimmered with golden light, like the reflection of the sun's rays, and Han Tao couldn't help but mutter a few words.

"He does resemble Yu Xiaogang somewhat."

Yu Tianheng retorted, "No, I'm not like that good-for-nothing!"

"Martial Soul True Form, Golden Sacred Dragon!" "Martial Soul Possession, Dragon Transformation!"

With the blessing of secret techniques, martial spirit, and true body, Yu Tianheng's body underwent an exquisite transformation, beginning at the microscopic level.

Ye Lingling's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she slowly stepped forward.

"The Golden Holy Dragon with its ultimate strength is indeed incomparable to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus."

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, Yu Tianheng suddenly swung his arm, shattering the hard granite on the edge of the cliff.

"Blue Silver Grass!"

Perception penetrating deep into the body reveals the racial talent inherent in the dragon transformation technique.

Han Tao uttered, "A reasonable muscle structure."

Muscles are an extremely complex subject. At the microscopic level, they need to be divided into red muscle groups, white muscle groups, and pink muscle groups. Xiao Wu's racial talent is the optimal solution for the proportion of pink muscle groups. The "three-dimensional muscles" of the red muscle groups are still under research and have not yet been broken through.

From a macro perspective, muscles also have structural and morphological distinctions, which are also a kind of innate talent.

For example, the pectoral muscles include the quadriceps, teres, and deltoids, and the strength, aesthetics, and power transmission of different shapes vary. These muscles are almost entirely unchangeable by nature, and can only be inherited.

"Nine-Heart Begonia, its ability to heal soul power is an exception among exceptions."

Han Tao sighed leisurely.

For humans who have mastered the essence of physical transformation, the Nine-Heart Begonia can exhibit abnormal strength.

"Muscle structure and morphology are improvements at the macro level, which is not difficult for Ye Lingling."

"As for."

Han Tao turned his gaze to Yu Tianheng once again.

However, the so-called reasonable muscle shape is not Han Tao's focus.

"How was it?" Yu Tianheng asked curiously.

"Your muscle structure is more rational, with incredibly dense white muscle groups that give you unimaginable strength, but I still have doubts."

"What doubts?"

Ye Lingling spoke softly: "The white muscle groups greatly enhance basic strength, but they also significantly affect the power transmission of a Soul Master."

What is force transmission?

"It's what we often call explosive power; the pink muscle group is the part that enhances explosive power."

"White represents power, pink represents explosiveness, and red represents endurance."

At this point, Han Tao paused.

Because of a deeper perception, one notices details that are different from others.

"The Golden Sacred Dragon, the ultimate Golden Sacred Dragon, whose superior is the supreme Light Dragon King."

"And beneath this brilliant evolutionary path lies an even more brilliant power system; yes, it has already formed a system!"

Ye Lingling was puzzled: "What system?"

Take out the diary and quill pen, and dip them in ink.

"Xiao Wu's body is mainly composed of pink muscle groups, so her greatest strength is her instantaneous explosive power."

"In the Jade Heaven Dragon Transformation state, the pink muscle groups are completely replaced by white muscle groups, exchanging the transferability of power for a higher base strength value."

“But,” Ye Lingling retorted, “isn’t this a negative return?”

"Normally, it results in a negative return, but the Golden Sacred Dragon system adds an extra element."

Yu Tianheng: "What is that?"

Although his martial soul evolved to the ultimate form, the Golden Sacred Dragon, under the guidance of his bloodline and soul bones, Yu Tianheng had no idea what the subtle, detailed advantages of his racial talent were.
"The sensory unit of the muscle."

Yu Tianheng was taken aback, while Ye Lingling looked puzzled.

Because this was a completely unfamiliar term, their existing perception was insufficient to observe the surroundings more closely, so they could only listen quietly to Han Tao's explanation.

Han Tao tried to be as objective as possible: "Human muscle sensory units are also innate, and their number and distribution determine human control over muscles."

"The Golden Sacred Dragon System is an optimization of this sensing and control device."

"A more precise distribution of neural pathways and a denser number of sensors constantly enhance a Soul Master's control over their muscles, and tens of millions of insignificant details constitute part of the vast Golden Sacred Dragon system."

His tone was calm, but his expression subtly conveyed a sense of shock.

Ye Lingling's eyes suddenly flickered: "Then is it possible for us to obtain this superior trait through physical modification?"

(End of this chapter)