Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Ji Juechen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to draw his sword and kill someone, and then asked in as calm a tone as possible:

"What is this ability of yours?"

Lu Ren's lips curled up, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Words become law, how about that, bro? Pretty awesome, right?"

Ji Juechen forcibly suppressed the thought of saying "I'm older than you" and continued to press:

"Is this also your martial soul ability? But isn't your martial soul supposed to control blood?"

He had heard Lu Ren say that his martial soul was the ability to manipulate blood, which seemed completely unrelated to "making people have diarrhea by talking".

Lu Ren curled his lip and said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Who said a martial soul only has one ability?"

He raised his finger and pointed to his temple.

"I'm a Soul Master who specializes in mental power. If my mental power is strong enough, what's so strange about distorting reality?"

"My ability to make my words come true is simply a matter of using powerful mental energy to distort reality, so that what I say comes true. The principle is very simple."

Ji Juechen opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

He felt something was off, but what Lu Ren said seemed to make a lot of sense.

When mental strength reaches a certain level, it can indeed influence reality.

Lu Ren used his mental power to distort reality, making the phrase "Take a dump" a reality. Theoretically speaking...

It doesn't seem entirely unreasonable, does it?

Is this really true?

It seems to be correct...

But something doesn't seem right.

Right, right?

No, no...

Ji Juechen's thoughts were in complete disarray.

He remained silent for a long time before finally deciding to give up thinking about this headache-inducing problem.

He is not a researcher, he is a swordsman.

A swordsman doesn't need to understand the principles of power; he only needs to know how strong it is.

"Again."

He gripped the silver-white longsword in his hand, his gaze becoming serious again.

"I want to test just how powerful your words really are, but..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone now tinged with a hint of gritted teeth:

"You can't use that underhanded method again."

Lu Ren couldn't help but laugh when he saw the expression on the man's face that said, "I will never fall for this trick again."

"OK."

He agreed readily and decisively.

The next second, the curse marks of snake eyes and fangs reappeared on the corners of his mouth and on his tongue. He opened his mouth, aimed at Ji Juechen, and his voice suddenly exploded:

"Blow it away!!!"

This time, a large amount of sound waves surged from Lu Ren's throat, transforming into a visible circular shockwave that blasted towards Ji Juechen with overwhelming force.

Ji Juechen's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively held his silver-white longsword horizontally in front of him, frantically pouring his soul power into the blade in an attempt to block this strange attack.

But the moment the sword's edge made contact with the sound wave, he felt as if he had been hit head-on by a charging ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.

The bones in his arms groaned in agony, unable to bear the strain. His tiger's mouth split open instantly, and the silver-white longsword flew out of his hand, spinning in the air before diagonally embedding itself in the courtyard wall.

His own body, like a kite with a broken string, was swept up by the sound wave, his feet leaving the ground, and he was sent flying backwards out of the courtyard.

Ji Juechen's body crashed through the trellis on the courtyard wall, breaking several thick wooden beams. He drew an arc above the wall and disappeared on the other side.

"Bang."

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from outside the courtyard wall, mixed with the crisp sound of dry branches breaking under the weight.

Lu Ren withdrew his mouth, and the snake-eye curse mark on his cheek slowly faded.

He looked down at his hands, then at the direction where Ji Juechen had disappeared, and could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.

too strong.

With his own strong soul power and spell power, the burden of using spells is minimal.

If Lu Ren had used that "Blow it away" command against an opponent whose cultivation level was far higher, it might have only made the opponent take a few steps back, while he himself would have suffered a corresponding backlash. Even if he suffered a backlash and his throat was injured, it wouldn't have much of an impact on him.

Because he can reverse the technique to heal himself!

Although Ji Juechen's cultivation level was a whole realm higher than his, it was not high enough to make him immune to spells.

The command to blow someone away isn't very strong, but its effect is surprisingly good.

Even a level 63 Soul Emperor like Ji Juechen could be blown away by his shout, so what about an opponent of the same level?

What if the opponent's cultivation level is lower than his?

That's practically an instant kill.

So spells really are a great way to crush weaker opponents.

A moment later, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Ji Juechen limped in from outside.

His clothes were covered with dead leaves and dust, and there were a few broken twigs stuck in his hair.

Two shallow bloody scratches were left on his face by dry branches, and his left shoe had flown away somewhere, leaving him barefoot on the bluestone slab.

But there was no anger in his eyes when he looked at Lu Ren.

Ji Juechen raised his right hand and gave Lu Ren a thumbs up.

Then he walked to the courtyard wall, pulled out the silver-white longsword stuck in the wall, and sheathed it, but a trace of emotion he had never felt before flashed in his eyes.

That was a sense of relief.

He had always believed that he still had the ability to catch up with Lu Ren, and even surpass him one day.

His sword intent improved every day, and his cultivation level steadily increased.

As long as you work hard enough, strive relentlessly enough, and even perfect your own field, you will one day be able to reach that seemingly unattainable figure.

But today, after experiencing the spell firsthand, he finally understood.

The gap is too big.

It's so great that no matter how hard he tries for several lifetimes, it won't make a difference.

That's a gap that can't be bridged through hard work; it's a fundamental difference between strength and talent.

No matter how fast his sword was, it couldn't outrun Lu Ren's words; no matter how strong his sword intent was, it couldn't withstand Lu Ren's casual "Blow it away."

This isn't a battle at all; it's a dimensional reduction attack.

That's so discouraging...

Lu Ren looked at the thumbs-up he gave, smiled, and said nothing.

Ji Juechen shook off the dust, and a few broken twigs fell from his hair.

He fastened the silver-white longsword back to his waist, raised his head to look at Lu Ren, his gaze carrying a rare hint of solemnity:

"This ability is truly unsolvable. Words become law, and even a Soul Emperor can easily control it."

He paused, as if considering his words.

For this sword fanatic who is extremely sparing with words, being able to utter two sentences in a row is already an unprecedented feat.

"With your current strength, even without using your domain, you are probably already comparable to a Soul Saint."

This is not flattery, but his genuine judgment based on his own experience.

He was a sword genius capable of killing opponents of higher levels, but in front of Lu Ren, both the strange incantations and the various combat techniques he used made him feel powerless and unable to resist.

Lu Ren raised an eyebrow, his expression returning to its usual nonchalant state. He brushed a stray hair from his forehead, his tone light and casual, as if he were talking about something trivial:

"It's still far from enough. It might work against ordinary Soul Saints, but it might not be effective against stronger ones."

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside, and Nana strode in, her pretty face showing a hint of seriousness and her brows furrowed, clearly indicating that she had something important to report.

"Owner."

She stopped in front of Lu Ren, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her tone.

"We've gotten information that the Xishui Alliance, one of the three major forces in the Mingdu Underground Soul Tool Association, has recently caused quite a stir."