Douluo Continent Chat Group: Building My Academy

Jackie Chan's physical abilities are neither particularly strong nor weak. He is strong because his hand speed can surpass the speed of laser protection, his body can outrun a train falling off a cliff, keep up with a rocket accelerating across the atmosphere, and escape from an exploding building unharmed. However, he is also weak because he can break bones by stepping on toys, and as a martial arts instructor, he was thrown over the shoulder and injured by breaking tiles with both hands.

Perhaps in some sense, Jackie Chan's skills are top-notch, but his actual physical strength and defense level are not very high.

But now, Jackie Chan, wearing the armor of an immortal god, has made up for his last weakness.

"Wow, I'm really strong?"

Jackie Chan realized what was happening and looked at himself with surprise as he caught Ah Fu's hand. When he looked at Ah Fu again, he could see the bewilderment in his dark eyes.

"No, that's impossible!"

Afu was furious. He was willing to become like this for the sake of power. How could Jackie Chan, who could be called his defeated opponent, keep up with him?

"Is that the armor?!"

Enraged, Ah Fu reacted quickly, staring at Jackie Chan's close-combat armor, hatred and desire almost overflowing from his eyes.

"I will strip it off, so that you will never again have the strength to rival me!"

"Black bear collecting honey!"

"Oops!"

Afu launched a frenzied attack, his iron fists striking like a storm, leaving afterimages in his wake.

Jackie Chan instinctively expressed his shock verbally, and his physical reaction was equally instinctive.

Jackie Chan took Afu's punches one by one without feeling much difficulty. Afu's iron fist, which could easily crush boulders, hit him as if a feather was blowing up, causing no pain or itch at all.

"I think our current strength is uneven!"

Jackie Chan smiled. Is this the thrill of numerical superiority?

With one hand deflecting Ah Fu's attack, Jackie Chan delivered a straight punch, striking Ah Fu squarely in the chest, which felt like it was made of molten iron, with a loud, booming sound like iron being struck.

"Oh……"

With one punch, Afu was sent flying backward, a low cry of pain escaping his lips, until his feet left long marks on the ground before he finally stopped.

Rubbing his aching chest, Afu stared intently at Jackie Chan, his resentment clearly visible.

"Ah Fu, you've seen it too. The power within us doesn't actually belong to us. Even if we win like this, it's not a true victory for us."

Seeing this, Jackie Chan couldn't help but speak up to offer advice.

In reality, Jackie Chan doesn't like to rely on external forces, but of course he won't hesitate to use them when necessary. When it comes to fighting, he'll use whatever he can get his hands on.

Ah Fu's physical abilities far surpass his, but Jackie Chan's fighting style has always been one of passive counterattack. It's easy to lose when you first meet him, but once you get to know your opponent, the situation will be reversed. Few people can win by skill.

Now Jackie Chan is wearing armor, and Ah Fu is tainted by black energy. Regardless of who wins or loses, Jackie Chan does not believe that one of them has won.

It's just a matter of whether the armor wins or the dark energy wins.

From a human perspective, Jackie Chan doesn't want to see Ah Fu give up his humanity.

Through martial arts, Jackie Chan could sense that Ah Fu was a pure martial arts fanatic who had gone astray, but like Tru, he could be corrected.

"Shut up!"

But Afu ignored him completely.

"All I want right now is victory! I have to beat you, and for that, it's all worth it!"

Consumed by rage, Afu disregarded everything else, and with a roar, his still-blackened body began to swell.

"Power, an endless stream of power is surging into my body! Jackie Chan, Ah Fu will beat you up again!"

The anomaly stopped, and Ah Fu's body became even more muscular. Without saying a word, he launched a crow-like attack, swooping down on Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan was speechless for a moment, but went to meet him without hesitation. He said they could talk after the fight was over.

……

"Quickly, stop that fat man! We can't let him ruin Basha's resurrection!"

The Holy Lord lay on his back on the ground. He had just rushed over when Tru hit him squarely with his righteous magic, a technique that his father had copied from the Panku Box.

Now, Tru's dual cultivation of martial arts and magic is too much for the severely weakened Holy Lord to handle.

"roar……"

The temple guardian leaped out, revealing a gigantic, white-haired monster with an incredibly ferocious appearance. It had been motionless until it heard the Holy Lord's words, at which point it immediately revived.

It ran toward Tru using all four limbs, and the temple keeper let out a roar like a wild beast displaying its power.

"Um……"

Tru shuddered, clearly sensing an exceptionally thick black aura emanating from the temple guardian, even stronger than that emanating from the Holy Lord.

Nourishes...

The temple keeper opened his mouth and spat out a burst of intense energy, which formed a pale blue ray that shot from the ground toward Tru.

The moment his breath touched the ground, the intense cold instantly froze it into ice, and the chill made Tru's hair stand on end.

Without a second thought, Tru's massive body unleashed unimaginable agility as he dodged to the side and then unleashed a ki spell at the temple guardian.

"roar!"

The green curse exploded on the temple guardian, forcing it to retreat several steps. But after the curse dissipated, the temple guardian shook itself and stood up.

A burning aura emanated from the thick fur, but despite its tough hide, Tru's air magic failed to break through the temple guardian's defenses.

Even with the support of righteousness, Tru is still starting to learn his skills too late.

The Holy Lord was still catching his breath. Just now, Tru's righteous magic hit him, and it was like an ordinary person touching a high-voltage power line; he almost fainted.

Fortunately, the Holy Lord is also an ancient demon who has endured for thousands of years and can barely hold on. Now he is powerless to participate in the battle and can only watch the temple guards fight.

Fortunately, due to the demonic energy of the cursed blue, the strength of the temple guardian far exceeded expectations.

"Ugh..."

Tru let out a terrified cry as his massive body rose into the air as if grabbed by an unseen force.

The temple keeper grinned maliciously from his wide mouth, stood up with his rat-like body, raised his hands, and emitted waves of demonic energy.

The power of the moon demon, manipulating gravity.

Tru tried to break free, but was completely powerless. Instead, the temple keeper shook him violently, and not only did he fail to escape, he also dropped the pufferfish he was holding.

Looking at the deep, dark sea directly in front of him, obscured by bubbles, Tru's eyes flashed with dismay.

……

"Ha, old man, you can't beat me."

"Who are you calling an old man! The Grand Master's disciple sends his greetings!"

"Um?"

"Hahaha, who do we have here? It's that archmage! He's one of my defeated opponents!"

"My master already told me this, so I will avenge him here."

"Revenge? Don't be ridiculous!"

Daolong and his father clashed while engaging in a fierce verbal battle.

In less than a few minutes, the ground around them was riddled with craters from each other's spells.

On the other hand, the old man was still full of energy, while Daolong was already panting heavily.

After undergoing a transformation, the old man now only looks old, but is actually healthier than Jackie Chan, while Dao Long is indeed weakening.

"Hey!"

With a flick of his wrist, the old man seized the opening in Daolong's attack and unleashed a ghostly green spell.

Daolong couldn't dodge in time and was hit squarely. His body was blown into the air and then crashed to the ground.

Thump, the outcome of the first round is decided.