Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

"That was embroidered by my sister."

Tang Wulin raised his head, his voice not loud, but very deep.

Zhou Changxi didn't take those words seriously.

He stood there, his feet still on the corner of the blanket, a smirk playing on his lips, his expression full of impatience and provocation.

"And how's your sister's embroidery?" He raised his chin. "Let me tell you, in this dormitory, I'm the one who calls the shots. From now on—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Tang Wulin had already rushed up.

Without summoning his martial spirit or making any unnecessary movements, he simply took a step closer and threw out his right fist. The moment his fist struck, a short, sharp bang echoed through the air.

Zhou Changxi had actually been on guard against him all along.

Seeing the punch coming straight at him, he immediately raised his hand to block it, trying to deflect it. But the moment his hand touched Tang Wulin's fist, his expression changed.

too heavy.

It's impossible to film it.

The next moment, Tang Wulin's fist slammed into his chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Zhou Changxi was sent flying by the punch, his back slamming heavily against the window frame. The dormitory window was already half open, and the impact shattered the glass, sending him tumbling out of the window.

"ah--"

Screams immediately came from downstairs.

The dormitory fell silent for a moment.

Yun Xiao sat on the bed, the books in his hands falling to the floor. He first looked at the empty window, then at Tang Wulin, who was still standing there in the same punching stance, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Zhou Changxi is no ordinary child.

His martial soul was the Mighty Ape, an eleventh-level battle soul master, and he was usually very arrogant among his peers. But now, Tang Wulin hadn't even activated his martial soul, and with just one punch, he blasted him off the second floor.

This can no longer be explained by "great strength".

Tang Wulin, however, seemed completely oblivious to Yun Xiao's reaction.

He stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes red, his gaze fixed on the trampled blanket on the floor. The gray stain left on the little flower was still there, making his heart tighten.

Just then, a figure appeared at the dormitory entrance.

The newcomer was slightly taller than them, with short brown hair, refined features, and a cold gaze. He also had a duffel bag slung over his back. As soon as he reached the door, he frowned – clothes, blankets, and washbasins were scattered on the floor, the window was broken, and there were screams outside; the dormitory was a complete mess.

Tang Wulin looked up and recognized him as well.

It was the boy who was being escorted onto the train by the man in black at the station.

The boy clearly recognized him, but his expression didn't change. He just glanced at him indifferently, then looked down at the thing blocking his feet, and stepped aside an old piece of clothing lying on the ground.

The movements were not heavy.

But it was precisely this moment that caused the taut string in Tang Wulin's mind to snap completely.

"You're asking for it!"

Tang Wulin roared and pounced on him.

The boy was clearly taken aback, probably not expecting to be attacked right after entering the room. But he reacted quickly, shifting his body to the side to avoid Tang Wulin's lunge, and then thrusting his elbow backward, slamming it into the point where Tang Wulin's shoulder and back met.

"Bang!"

Tang Wulin was propelled forward two steps by the impact, but he didn't lose his footing. Instead, he used the momentum to push off the ground and forcefully turned back.

A hint of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes.

His elbow strike was quite forceful; a normal child would have been pushed back at least two steps after taking that elbow, but this guy barely stopped.

Tang Wulin was now completely enraged.

He didn't even consider whether the other person did it on purpose, nor whether he had mistaken the person for someone else. All he could think about was the little flower that had been trampled on, and the image of Na'er sitting by the bedside before she left, embroidering stitch by stitch.

He pounced on it again.

This time, the boy didn't stand to receive the kick. He lowered his body, turned, and was already behind Tang Wulin. His movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation. Then, he raised his leg and swept it directly towards Tang Wulin's knee.

If that kick lands, Tang Wulin will immediately have to kneel down.

However, Tang Wulin's reaction was faster than the other party had anticipated.

His lower body was already stable. As soon as his right leg was swept away, he used the momentum of his forward lunge to flip over, braced himself on the edge of the bed, and twisted his body back. At the same time, he punched the boy in the side of the face.

The boy raised his arm to block.

"Snapped!"

Their fists collided, and both men took a half step back.

The dormitory was too small; desks, beds, and scattered luggage were all crammed together, leaving no room for anyone to move around. But precisely because of this, the close proximity made the collisions even more intense.

Yun Xiao was completely stunned.

One was a freshman who had just punched Zhou Changxi off the building, and the other was a mysterious young man who had forced Tang Wulin to retreat the moment he entered. Neither of them backed down, and neither seemed inclined to reason with the other.

"Stop fighting!" he finally shouted.

But at that point, who would listen?

The boy frowned as well.

He originally just wanted to enter the dormitory and didn't intend to cause trouble, but Tang Wulin rushed up without any regard for the consequences, and his expression turned cold.

"Are you crazy?" he said, his voice not loud, but very rude.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Tang Wulin didn't want to listen at all. He raised his right hand, and the white spirit ring rose from beneath his feet.

The air in the dormitory suddenly felt heavy.

The boy's expression changed.

Weapon Soul Master?

The next instant, a dark light flashed.

The Sinking Star Hammer appeared in Tang Wulin's hands.

The moment the hammer was thrown, the already tense atmosphere in the dormitory became even heavier. The hammer wasn't big, and even looked rather ordinary, but for some reason, its mere presence exuded an extremely strong sense of oppression.

This time, the boy did not hesitate. He flipped his right hand, and a short dagger slid into his palm.

The dagger was not long, but its blade was extremely bright.

At the same time, a ring of spirit energy rose up beneath his feet.

yellow.

Yun Xiao's glasses almost fell off her nose.

Yellow spirit ring?

This boy, who is about the same age as them, has a yellow hundred-year spirit ring as his first spirit ring?

Before he could even process the shock, Tang Wulin had already swung his hammer.

"First Soul Skill - Thousand-Pound Drop!"

The moment the hammer fell, the air in the dormitory seemed to suddenly sink.

The boy, who was already preparing to dodge, was a fraction of a second too slow. It wasn't that he wasn't fast enough, but rather that the pressure around him suddenly increased when the hammer fell, making even his steps feel like they were being pressed down.

His eyes finally changed.

Is this a control effect?

How could a hammer-type weapon spirit have such a suppressive effect?

Before he could think further, he flicked his short dagger upwards, and his yellow spirit ring lit up at the same time. A sharp golden line appeared on the dagger's blade as it sliced ​​head-on at the black hammerhead.

"when--"

The dagger and the hammer clashed together, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The boy felt a numbness in his wrist, and his entire arm slumped down.

too heavy.

The weight of that hammer blow was unlike anything a newly enrolled first-ring Soul Master could produce.

Tang Wulin's attack didn't land completely, but he didn't give his opponent any time to adjust. He flipped his wrist, swept the hammer horizontally, and slammed it directly into his opponent's shoulder.

The boy dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the bed, but his back still grazed the edge of the bed frame.

"Are you ever going to stop?" he finally snapped coldly.

Tang Wulin did not answer, but instead struck even harder with his hammer.

He didn't care who the other person was or whether they had a hundred-year-old soul ring. All he knew was that these city people were all incredibly annoying; one stepped on his blanket, another kicked his things—they were all awful.

"Bang!"

This time, the Sinking Star Hammer finally struck the boy's left shoulder head-on.

The other person was thrown backward by the impact, his back slamming hard against the corner of the table with a dull thud. But his reaction was extremely fast. Using the recoil from the impact, he sprang up, twirled the dagger in his palm, and slashed at Tang Wulin's wrist.

The target was very accurate.

The goal wasn't to hurt him, but to force him to drop the hammer.

But what Tang Wulin is most familiar with now is the hammer.

With a sudden sinking of his right wrist, the Sinking Star Hammer pressed down first. In that instant, the hammer in his hand seemed to become even heavier than before, and when it struck, it brought with it a strange feeling of layers upon layers pressing down.

They just bumped into each other on the first touch.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third blows fell almost simultaneously.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The boy's expression changed drastically.

Stacked hammers?

Before he could even finish his thought, the dagger in his hand was smashed aside, and his chest was exposed.

The next instant, Tang Wulin's fist arrived.

It wasn't the right hand that held the hammer, but the left fist.

"boom--"

The punch landed squarely on the boy's face.