Battle Through the Heavens: Transmigrating into Douluo Continent, Forging an Emperor with Gods!

Chapter 145 Getting Stronger

"anthomaniac?"

Xiao Yan recognized the state of the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School at a glance, and understood, but was not surprised at all.

They also have no intention of responding.

Compared to this girl whose soul power was less than level 30 and whose thoughts were written all over her face, he was much more interested in her father.

As for the girl's performance? It was nothing more than being misled by appearance and momentary momentum, shallow as morning dew, not worth mentioning.

So, under Ning Rongrong's almost tangible, expectant, and eager gaze, Xiao Yan didn't bother to say another word.

A flash of pink light.

Xiao Yan, Xiao Wu who was clinging to his arm, and Zhu Zhuqing who was gently tugging at his sleeve, vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint ripple of energy in the air.

"Wait—wait!"

Ning Rongrong immediately sensed something was wrong.

That strong urge to get closer and explore drove her to take a step forward instinctively and reach out her hand!

She stumbled and missed, then realized belatedly that she had been ignored.

Ning Rongrong's eyebrows immediately furrowed, her temper and curiosity mingling together to form a stubbornness.

She whirled around to the two people behind her, "Find him! Even if you have to turn Soto upside down, find him!"

Meanwhile, the rest of the teachers and students from Shrek Academy, who were late to the test, finally arrived at the venue for the fourth test. What came into view was Flander, Zhao Wuji, and Li Yusong lying on the ground, seriously injured.

Dai Mubai lay unconscious, covered in blood, amidst a scene of utter devastation. Everyone frantically began to attempt a rescue.

Soon after.

A clean room that had been temporarily tidied up.

Tang San felt a warm and comfortable energy flow from his abdomen, which barely dispelled some of the intense pain. He suddenly opened his eyes.

Before me stood an elderly man with white hair; apart from him, there was no one else, and above me was an unfamiliar wooden ceiling.

The gaps in his memory snapped back together in an instant, finally settling on that scene that made his eyes widen in horror and filled him with unbearable humiliation!

That man, right in front of him, was so affectionate with his mother! And he himself was like an ant, easily swatted away!

An overwhelming anger welled up from the bottom of his heart.

"I, I will absolutely, absolutely never let you go!"

He struggled to sit up, but as soon as he moved, a tearing pain shot through his limbs, causing him to groan and his forehead to be covered in cold sweat.

Only then did he have the mind to check his own injuries.

Upon examination, his heart sank to the bottom. Multiple bones throughout his body showed varying degrees of fractures, extensive muscle strains and contusions, and his meridians were also affected.

Even with his strong will, he couldn't help but tremble at this moment because of the omnipresent pain.

At the same time, a deeper sense of disorientation and helplessness welled up inside me.

"How could this be—how could someone be so strong?!"

Clearly—clearly they only exchanged one move.

The opponent didn't even use any soul skills, just casually manipulated a vine, while I used Tang Sect hidden weapons and activated the Xuan Yu Hand—yet I couldn't even block a casual strike from the opponent, and was defeated so easily?

Didn't he awaken his martial soul earlier than Xiao Yan?

Doesn't he possess twin martial souls and the Mysterious Heaven Skill?

Didn't the teacher say that his talent was unparalleled in the world?

"No! This absolutely shouldn't be happening!"

Tang San's eyes were vacant as he shook his head repeatedly, his heart beginning to waver for the first time regarding his own talent and strength.

"You—do you have any other questions? Want another one of my giant sausages?"

Nearby, Oscar noticed that the person's expression was off, so he cautiously approached and kindly inquired.

After all, his sausages did have a pretty good restorative effect.

However, Tang San suddenly turned his face, his bloodshot but empty eyes looking at Oscar.

Oscar was startled by that look, his whole body trembling. He quickly waved his hands and explained, "No, no, no! You, you mustn't misunderstand! 'I Have a Big Sausage' is the name of my soul skill! It's a food-type soul skill! No—that's not what I meant!"

He instinctively covered his lower body with his hands, swallowed hard, and felt that the seemingly ordinary black-haired boy in front of him had a frighteningly dangerous look in his eyes!

It was as if they didn't treat him like a human being.

Upon hearing this...

As Tang San slowly turned his head, his knuckles cracked.

"I want to become stronger!!"

That humiliating scene resurfaced in his mind, and gradually, he seemed to see it—it wasn't his mother, but Xiao Wu.

The previous attitudes and the previous situations dominated by Xiao Yan undoubtedly—undoubtedly—have been constantly proving this point.

If he arrives any later, Xiao Wu will no longer be his Xiao Wu.

"I want to become stronger! I want to break free from my fate!"

"I want to take control of my own future."

Soto City Grand Hotel.

Inside the most luxurious hotel's penthouse suite.

"future----"

Xiao Yan stroked his chin, a certain Ice Wolf Clan member flashing through his mind.

He had also learned from Zhu Zhuqing's brief narration about the cruel, venomous selection system for heirs used by the Dai and Zhu families of the Star Luo Empire.

I also saw the cat in front of me finally coming to terms with reality.

However, he could not understand this system, which was completely detrimental to the selection of the best offspring. Although the competition seemed fierce, it actually stifled many potential possibilities. Whoever was born earlier had the greatest advantage, but it had nothing to do with him.

His gaze slowly moved down and landed on the floor.

There, Zhu Zhuqing was kneeling on the ground, her head bowed deeply, revealing her slender and fragile neck, her posture one of complete submission and humility.

"Want to become my disciple?"

Xiao Yan's lips curled up slightly.

Zhu Zhuqing's breath hitched slightly, then she took a deep breath and forced herself to reply, "Yes."

Finding a master was indeed the most ideal and dignified way for her to protect herself, but she also knew that the possibility was extremely slim.

This was not what she was looking for.

She had read some miscellaneous books and vaguely remembered a principle: if you want something, sometimes you need to make a higher demand first, and then settle for something less.

She didn't want to, and absolutely couldn't, be reduced to merely selling her looks or body to survive.

Even if this possibility seems to be right in front of us.

She had to fight for something different.

She lowered her head even further, awaiting a judgment-like answer.

My heart was pounding heavily in my chest.

"Can't."

Three words, clear, flat, leaving no room for maneuver.

Zhu Zhuqing's heart sank with those three words, almost sinking into a cold abyss. Her head involuntarily lowered even further, almost touching the cold floor.

Yes, with her status and level 31 soul power, it's not that simple for her to become a disciple of a Soul Saint, or even a Title Douluo.

To provoke the mighty Star Luo Empire for this? That's an extremely irrational and delusional thing to do.

I was too naive.

You overestimate yourself too much.