Douluo Continent: On Becoming a God Through Science

Here's the thing.

The time was moved slightly forward.

On this day, Xiao Wu, as usual, honed her skills in the training ground, pretending to be like an ordinary human soul master.

Dai Mubai came to her door again, using the excuse of exchanging skills to improve his abilities, intending to take the opportunity to get closer to Xiao Wu.

While Xiao Wu might not be as compelling as Zhu Zhuqing to make Dai Mubai abandon an entire forest, she is certainly enough for him to expend considerable effort in conquering her.

As for the age issue?

Without considering the actual age of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, just looking at the age of this 12-year-old Zhenxing... the answer is that the age standard in Douluo Continent is different, so it doesn't count as a crime.

At least Dai Mubai has no psychological burden.

Especially when Xiao Wu repeatedly refused, it further aroused Dai Mubai's desire to conquer her.

This was the first time he had encountered someone so difficult to win over. Compared to those who could be easily won over with a wave of the hand, the process of pursuing them was quite unique.

Even if you can't ultimately win her over, it's still a nice little treat in life.

"Dai Mubai, I don't need your help. I can train on my own."

Xiao Wu naturally chose to refuse.

She doesn't have You Chen's skill in concealing her spirit rings. Once she releases her spirit, it will immediately reveal that she already has four spirit rings.

Although she hadn't planned to hide her spirit rings before, she still wanted to avoid attracting attention as much as possible during this period.

When it came to whether her escape plan would go smoothly, even Xiao Wu's not-so-clever mind started to work.

"Forget sparring, you haven't participated in any Soul Battles for quite some time now, have you? Teacher Zhao specifically mentioned this to me before. Have you been feeling unwell lately?"

Dai Mubai showed a concerned expression.

Putting everything else aside, having interacted with so many women, Dai Mubai is certainly not completely clueless about how to deal with them.

On this topic, to borrow the teacher's words, showing concern purely from a classmate's perspective will leave no room for criticism and can even help to build closer relationships.

However, Dai Mubai's words backfired here.

Xiao Wu's refusal to participate in the Soul Battle wasn't due to feeling unwell at all. At this moment, she not only didn't feel cared for, but also felt that Dai Mubai was pressuring her relentlessly.

She frowned, then suddenly thrust her thigh forward, slamming her foot into the wooden stake as if it were Dai Mubai. She turned and glared at him fiercely: "Dai Mubai, has anyone ever told you that you're really annoying?"

Perhaps because Tang Hao, the "Voldemort," was no longer around, or perhaps because she was thinking about running away, Xiao Wu was too lazy to continue pretending with Dai Mubai.

"Xiao Wu, I'm just worried about you."

Dai Mubai's expression was grim, and he said with slight anger, "What do you mean by this?"

A domineering aura emanated slightly.

He can accept rejection and treat it as a cat-and-mouse game, but he cannot tolerate the offense of someone he sees as weak!

Xiao Wu was about to speak up and mock Dai Mubai when suddenly...

"Dai Mubai! What are you doing!?"

Tang San arrived in a grand manner, first rebuking Dai Mubai, then looking at Xiao Wu with concern: "Xiao Wu, are you alright? Did he do anything to you?"

Xiao Wu snorted coldly and silently turned her head away. To Xiao Wu, Tang San and Dai Mubai were no different.

"Hahaha!!!"

Dai Mubai suddenly burst into laughter. He pointed at Tang San and sneered, "Tang San, look at you! Don't you think you're ridiculous?! You came here to support her? And what did you get? She wouldn't even look at you properly, and you're still here being so self-deluded! Do you know what we usually call people like you? A simp! You're just a pathetic and laughable simp!"

Dai Mubai's tone was full of sarcasm, and every word was like a sharp blade piercing Tang San's heart.

Tang San's breath hitched slightly; he couldn't deny that what Dai Mubai said was true.

but……

"So what!?"

Tang San's voice was deep and firm. He stared at Dai Mubai and said, word by word, "Simp? You call me a simp, then so be it! Even if you see me as a dog, I won't allow anyone to hurt Xiao Wu!"

When Xiao Wu saw Tang San say these words with unwavering determination, she felt no emotion, only a sense of bewilderment...

"I haven't done anything for him! Why is he so obsessed with me? He's even willing to lose face?"

Xiao Wu couldn't understand Tang San's thought process at all, and only felt a psychological burden.

This behavior is similar to a college student placing roses outside a girls' dormitory to confess their love. To outsiders it may seem romantic, but to the person involved, if it's not a romantic gesture between lovers, but a confession from a regular friend or even a stranger, it will only be bothersome.

Many bystanders cannot understand why girls feel awkward and uncomfortable about this because they have not seen through it. In essence, this is another form of asserting sovereignty.

Oscar was in a dilemma, his gaze shifting between the two, unsure how to dissuade them.

He and Tang San are roommates and have a good relationship, but his relationship with Dai Mubai is also alright, since they spend more time together.

When Dai Mubai saw Tang San make such a declaration, he made no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes.

At this point, the conflict between the two would not be erased even if Xiao Wu were excluded; it had become a conflict between the two individuals.

"Tang San, you know what? From the very beginning, I've hated you!"

Dai Mubai spoke slowly in a low voice.

Dai Mubai is actually not a difficult person to talk to or get along with.

As long as you're not so useless that people look down on you, and you're willing to flatter him and call him Boss Dai, he'll be willing to call you a good brother.

However, in Dai Mubai's eyes, Tang San's obsession with Xiao Wu was almost to the point of being obsessed.

He simply couldn't understand it. He had only teased Xiao Wu a little with his words, and this kid immediately challenged him to a duel!

Every time he tries to strike up a conversation with Xiao Wu, this kid insists on coming up to her. It's so annoying!

Most importantly, Xiao Wu doesn't really care about you, Tang San, so why are you making trouble for her?

Therefore, the more Tang San acted this way, the more he wanted to continue to pester Xiao Wu.

Dai Mubai wasn't the type to be devoted to just one person. Rather than clinging to a magnificent tree, he preferred to roam the forest.

Even though Xiao Wu was indeed more beautiful than any of the women he had previously pursued, it wasn't enough to make Dai Mubai relentlessly pursue her.

The reason why Dai Mubai treats Zhu Zhuqing specially is more because of the existence of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, rather than because he is captivated by Zhu Zhuqing's looks and figure.

If he were truly a devoted person, he wouldn't have been such a womanizer before.

It's just that in the Douluo Continent, power reigns supreme, and he cares more about power than beauty.

As you can see, although Dai Mubai did indeed linger among beautiful women, he never neglected his cultivation. After leaving the Star Luo Empire alone and with cultivation resources declining, his level was almost the same as Yu Tianheng, who was four or five years older than him.

His talent surpasses that of Yu Tianheng, but his own hard work is also indispensable.

In Dai Mubai's eyes, Tang San, who had become like this because of a woman, was a complete waste!

If Tang San were still able to stand on equal footing with him as in the original story, Dai Mubai wouldn't have such thoughts. He would have thought Tang San was a devoted and good man, and might even have truly submitted to Tang San after Yu Xiaogang gradually pushed him into the core of the team, and after being assimilated by him, he would have truly become devoted to Zhu Zhuqing.

But... Tang San was beaten up by him all the way here!

Just like being bad at esports is a cardinal sin, being weak as a Soul Master in Douluo Continent is also a cardinal sin!

"Dai Mubai, I hate you just as much!"

Tang San stared intently at Dai Mubai: "The score between us will be settled later. But today, I want you to apologize to Xiao Wu!"

"You're hopeless."

Dai Mubai chuckled in exasperation, twisting his wrist. "Then~ come on. Let's see who's the real deal. Today, you're going to use your so-called hidden weapon, and I'll show you that even if you use this so-called trump card, it's nothing special."

When Tang San heard Dai Mubai's words that he didn't take hidden weapons seriously at all, the string in his heart snapped completely. Like an enraged beast, his eyes revealed a dangerous aura.

Originally, Tang San had given up the idea of ​​assassinating Dai Mubai and suppressed his killing intent.

Now that the suppressed killing intent has erupted, the rebound after being suppressed has become even stronger.

Even Dai Mubai felt a chill run down his spine when Tang San stared at him with such a cold gaze.

If it weren't for the fact that he had repeatedly overpowered Tang San over the past three years, which had cultivated his strong confidence in facing Tang San, he would even feel fear at this moment.

"You, you guys..." Oscar opened his mouth, looking at the two who had decided to fight before he had even finished considering his advice. He gritted his teeth, ignored Ning Rongrong, and ran away, seemingly to find the teacher.

Ning Rongrong watched the two men, their tempers flaring, and muttered to herself, "Does a simple jealousy really have to escalate to this? I get the feeling that the little punk probably wants to kill that blond guy already."

With You Chen by her side, Ning Rongrong felt less apprehensive, thinking that You Chen would help her cover things up, so she used the name she habitually used in her heart.

Dai Mubai was not unaware of Ning Rongrong. Hearing Ning Rongrong's mutterings, although he couldn't quite make out what she was saying, he could roughly guess what she was saying from her expression.

"Oh……"

He chuckled softly, turned his head slightly towards Ning Rongrong, and said in a loud voice, "It's rare to have a junior female student visiting, Tang San, it seems you're destined to be my supporting role today."

Tang San silently prepared the hidden weapons at his waist and coldly replied, "You're the one who should be playing the supporting role."

Ning Rongrong was slightly puzzled by Tang San's actions.

However, the next second, Tang San resolved her inner doubts.

Shhhhhh.

Countless fine needles shot out at lightning speed like arrows.

This wasn't the first time Dai Mubai and Tang San had sparred. Although Tang San's hidden weapon prowess was stopped by the teachers before it could be fully unleashed on their first meeting, Dai Mubai had still had a preliminary taste of the power of hidden weapons.

Despite his utter contempt, Dai Mubai was not arrogant. He immediately used his Martial Soul Possession, causing his body to suddenly swell to a size larger, yet his movements remained agile.

He leaped lightly, avoiding Tang San's needles—but not quite.

The needles suddenly veered off course in mid-air and bounced back sharply, piercing Dai Mubai's back.

Ning Rongrong was stunned by the incredible skill, her mouth agape. Looking at Tang San's cold back, her eyes gleamed with admiration. She never expected that this seemingly ordinary country boy would possess such amazing skills.

Dai Mubai was no match for You Chen; he had no time to dodge Tang San's hidden weapon techniques.

Even if there are some expectations regarding the strength of concealed weapons, it is ultimately not enough to warrant a particularly high tactical level for specialized training.

The power of Tang San's hidden weapons increased along with his strength, far surpassing what they were when they were first used.

The mind was prepared, but the body couldn't keep up with the reaction.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

Several fine needles pierced the fur of Dai Mubai after his martial spirit was attached to him.

Fortunately, Tang San wasn't so angry as to poison his classmate's hidden weapon; such an attack would only cause superficial injuries.

"roar!"

Instantly humiliated in front of the two beautiful girls, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai roared in anger, straining his muscles to squeeze out the fine needle.

At the same time, the first spirit ring rotated and flashed, and the White Tiger Protective Barrier, which amplified defense, was used directly.

Dai Mubai couldn't care less about the consumption of his soul power. If he had to constantly be on guard against attacks of Tang San's caliber, then the battle would be impossible to win.

Tang San saw Dai Mubai activate the White Tiger Protective Barrier and gave a slight cold smile.

"Do you think you're Brother Youxing?"

While inwardly scoffing, Tang San couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Perhaps the psychological trauma from that day was too deep, so he was a little unsure of himself before he could successfully break through Dai Mubai's defenses with a hidden weapon.

After all, You Xing was only a Great Soul Master back then, while Dai Mubai is now a Soul Venerable, and is about to become the Soul Venerable of the Soul Sect!

But as it turns out...

"Shrek's monsters are nothing special compared to real monsters."

Tang San's gaze hardened, and his fighting spirit surged.

The blue silver grass surged wildly, rushing towards Dai Mubai from all directions.

"Mere Blue Silver Grass!"

Dai Mubai roared and flashed forward, smashing the Blue Silver Grass with punches and palms.

Ning Rongrong gasped again; she had lost count of how many times she had gasped today.

"That Tang San, his martial soul is actually Blue Silver Grass?"

"hehe."

You Chen smiled faintly: "So what if it's Blue Silver Grass? So what if it's Evil-Eyed White Tiger? Let's wait and see, the outcome may surprise you."

Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered.

Although the changes after Dai Mubai's martial soul was attached to her had already given her some clues, You Chen's words were the real confirmation of her thoughts.

"How could such a small group like Shrek have such hidden talents?"

Dai Mubai goes without saying; he possesses a top-tier beast spirit and has such cultivation at such a young age. Even in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, it would be difficult to find many peers who are more outstanding than him.

Tang San, who is capable of fighting Dai Mubai, is by no means simple, even if he is temporarily at a disadvantage.

only……

"Judging from Senior Beast Soul's words, does he have a higher opinion of Tang San?"

Ning Rongrong still believed in the theory of differences in martial soul aptitude. Watching Dai Mubai relentlessly destroy the Blue Silver Grass, she silently shook her head: "While that technique is indeed impressive, it's nothing more than a clever trick. A soul master's battle is a battle of martial souls. How could Blue Silver Grass possibly defeat the Evil-Eyed White Tiger? Perhaps even a senior beast soul master can misjudge."

Meanwhile, the situation on the field was changing rapidly.

Under the overwhelming onslaught of numerous Blue Silver Grasses, Dai Mubai was finally bound by Tang San's first Soul Skill, Entanglement.

Intuition was screaming warnings, and Dai Mubai finally used his strongest third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation. His body expanded once again, and he broke free in less than half a second.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—.

The crossbow bolt fired by Zhuge Shennu suddenly missed its target.

Dai Mubai glanced sideways at the crossbow bolt piercing the wooden stake as it brushed past him, a chill running down his spine. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you planning to kill me?!"

Tang San said calmly, "Kill you? No, I know the power of the Zhuge Crossbow very well. At most, it will leave a few cuts on your body, but it won't be able to take your life."

Tang San was telling the truth.

Those with a soul power level below 40 have a very low chance of survival if hit head-on. Even those above 40 are not immune to death if they don't use defensive skills in time.

But that was the situation for Soul Masters in the old era.

In the original timeline, Dai Mubai was already a genius who could rival a Soul Master at the Soul Venerable stage.

Now that the age limit of the second and third rings has been greatly increased, coupled with the fact that he still maintains the first and third soul skills that simultaneously enhance defensive capabilities, his defensive power is comparable to that of a defensive soul master who uses defensive soul skills. Even if all of Zhuge Divine Crossbows hit, they can at most severely injure Dai Mubai.

However, by then, the outcome would already be decided.

Tang San was somewhat surprised that Dai Mubai was able to dodge his planned attack.

But, it slipped through? So what?

Tang San didn't even bother to reload it; he simply replaced it with a new Zhuge Crossbow from his soul tool.

Dai Mubai felt a chill run down his spine. At this moment, he finally understood why the academy's teachers strictly forbade Tang San from using hidden weapons in sparring matches.

"Tang San, wait, wait!"

Dai Mubai exclaimed in surprise, but suddenly discovered that Blue Silver Grass was sprouting from the wound where he had been pricked by the fine needle, and quickly wrapped around and enveloped his body.

It turns out that Tang San had used his second soul skill, Parasite, at the same time as he used his first soul skill, and the wound that the needle had pierced earlier was the best window for parasite inoculation.

The entanglement created by the parasitic seed was more vulnerable, but Dai Mubai's hasty dodge hadn't given him time to regroup, and that moment of parasitic entanglement provided Tang San with the perfect opportunity to attack.

"It's over, Dai Mubai."

Tang San stared blankly at Dai Mubai, then pulled the trigger with a click.

Ding, ding, ding.

A figure suddenly rushed out, using his steel-like body to block the crossbow bolts from Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

It was none other than the mighty Vajra Bear, Zhao Wuji.

Without using his spirit possession ability, Zhao Wuji felt a slight stinging sensation on his skin, frowned slightly, then turned to look at Tang San and said coldly, "Tang San, why did you use hidden weapons in your sparring with Dai Mubai?"

Tang San remained silent.

But Dai Mubai stepped forward, his expression grim, and said, "Teacher Zhao, it was I who requested Tang San to use the hidden weapon—"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Wuji coldly cursed Dai Mubai: "Dai Mubai, this is none of your business! I'm asking Tang San!"

Then he looked at Tang San: "So, what's your answer? If you don't want to abide by Shrek Academy's rules, you can leave now!"

The atmosphere at the scene instantly plummeted to freezing point.

"Alright, Lao Zhao."

Just then, Flander appeared gracefully, folded his wings, and landed in the middle of the crowd. He adjusted his glasses, his gaze subtly sweeping over Ning Rongrong, and said, "You know they've been rivals for so many years. Tang San has been dissatisfied with Mu Bai more than once. It's better to guide than to suppress. Let Mu Bai witness Tang San's true power; only then can they deepen their mutual respect."

In the beginning, such communication might indeed have achieved the effect that Flanders described.

But things are different now.

Dai Mubai recalled Tang San's incredible skills and the Zhuge Crossbows that had repeatedly sent chills down his spine, and was about to back down—

Tang San suddenly said coldly, "Just as the Dean said, Dai Mubai, you can now take back what you said and apologize to Xiao Wu."

Dai Mubai's breath hitched, his expression stiffened for a moment, then he sneered, "Tang San, what are you so smug about? You're just relying on external advantages!"

At this moment, Tang San wasn't lacking in emotional intelligence and unable to understand Flander's intentions; he simply didn't want to give Dai Mubai a way out.

His eyes flickered for a moment, then he slowly said, "Dai Mubai, I once met someone my age who also encouraged me to use hidden weapons in our sparring. However, unlike you..."

Tang San paused, a hint of contempt in his eyes as he looked at Dai Mubai: "He defeated me. All the hidden weapons I unleashed with all my might were withstood by his bare body. Even the Zhuge Crossbow probably couldn't break through his current defense. In him, I experienced for the first time... what despair truly means."

However, he still openly acknowledged the power and future of hidden weapons, unlike you who stubbornly refuse to admit it. Back then, he was just a Grand Soul Master. Compared to him, what kind of monster are you? You're just an ordinary genius. And a genius?

Even now, recalling what Youxing said, Tang San can't help but feel a surge of emotion.

He raised his head, curled the corners of his lips, and said arrogantly, "Genius? That's just the threshold to even meet him!"

Dai Mubai's eyes widened, and he exclaimed excitedly, "I don't believe it! How could there be such a person?! Tang San, you don't need to lie to hurt me! I don't deny that there are people in this world more talented than me, Dai Mubai, but you're saying that just because he's a Great Soul Master he could withstand all those hidden weapons you just used? Even if he's a top-tier defensive Soul Master, it's impossible!"

The two teachers who had originally planned to intervene temporarily stopped after hearing this conversation between the two.

For no other reason than their curiosity about the real monster Tang San had mentioned.

Tang San said calmly, "He is an agility-type Soul Master."

Dai Mubai was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha!!! Agility-based attacker? I could at least believe there was such a person if you said power-based attacker, but an agility-based attacker? Tang San, you really lied to me! If such a person really existed, he wouldn't be unknown. Tell me, what kind of person is he? If you can really tell me, I'll take it seriously!"

"He is—"

Tang San was about to say "You Xing, the disciple of the theoretical master You Chen" when he suddenly choked on his breath.

He suddenly realized that if he said those words, it would be tantamount to slapping his teacher in the face. (End of Chapter)