Douluo Continent: This Tang San is different

Chapter 448 Bullshit Art!

Tang San landed silently on a nearby tree trunk and looked down at the battle below. He saw that two elves dressed in different colors were facing off.

The group consisted of more than thirty people, each dressed in green with six or five pairs of thin, dragonfly-like wings on their backs. The energy fluctuations emanating from their bodies indicated that the leader was equivalent to a level 98 Title Douluo, while the rest were between levels 95 and 97.

Another group, also numbering over thirty, were also elves, but their clothing was made of silk and adorned with feathers to varying degrees.

Tang San also retained some memories related to "The Throne of Seal." The elves of the Eternal Realm seemed to be the race ruled by King Easton. In the original story, the arrival of the Holy Dragon displeased King Easton, who feared it would steal the elves' faith in him…

"Ha, faith." Although the Heavenly Dao is also composed of faith, it is an "equivalent exchange." Tang San will not actively collect faith. He naturally looks at gods who rely on faith to become powerful with disdain—too primitive and inefficient.

As for the current situation, although Tang San has not yet gone down to inquire in person, he roughly understands that it is estimated that the Eternal Angel descended upon this forest under the jurisdiction of King Easton, causing some elves to abandon their original faith in King Easton and instead worship the Eternal Angel.

Because other gods have descended here and witnessed miracles, their faith can be changed. How "devout" they are!

Perhaps this is the way of life of the intelligent beings in the Eternal Realm; their purpose in living is to continuously provide faith for King Easton, the Holy Dragon, and the Eternal Angels.

but--

How sad!

Just like the two elves with different beliefs fighting over this, little did they know that King Easton and the Eternal Angels didn't care about their lives at all.

"Mengmeng, are you going to continue down this wrong path?" the elf in green robes shouted at the elf in feathered robes. "Abandon your faith in the Eternal Angel!"

"Niannian, you're wrong. The Eternal Angel is the one we should worship. Haven't you noticed that we all have wings?" The elf named Mengmeng looked on with admiration. "She's as beautiful as us. She must have created us. On the other hand, King Easton, although he controls the power of nature, is so ugly. How could he be the god who created us?"

"You're insane! You're absolutely insane!" Niannian shouted.

"No! I'm awake now! You're the ones still in a frenzy!" Mengmeng shouted to those behind her who were willing to follow her. "Sisters, let's go! Let's wake these stubborn fools up too, and then they'll join us!"

"Sisters, let's charge together!"

More than sixty elves collided and began to fight.

They did not use any magic or weapons; they relied on the most basic form of hand-to-hand combat.

But Tang San could tell that they were really fighting. Nian Nian was pulling on the other's ear, making Meng Meng scream in pain, while Meng Meng found an opportunity to bite the other's nose, making Nian Nian whimper in pain.

The two were evenly matched, neither willing to give in.

The other elves are similar.

You rip my feathered robe, I tear your green garment; before long, both of us are exposed.

The reason they didn't use magic or similar attacks was that both sides wanted to recruit the other into their own teams and didn't want to fight each other to the death because of their beliefs.

After all, it's just a difference in ideology for now. If one of them were to accidentally kill the other, it would be a fight to the death, potentially triggering a civil war among the elves and causing mass deaths. This would not benefit either leader of their respective ideologies.

They should both know this... right?

[The first test begins: Stop the fighting between the elves.]

The androgynous voice of the Lord of Eternity rang in Tang San's ears again, but Tang San remained unmoved, continuing to watch the "battle" between the elves with great interest.

I said, "The assessment has begun."

"I know, but let me finish watching first." Tang San stared intently at the sixty-odd pairs of female elves fighting below, and said perfunctorily.

【...】

In this battle, both sides fought fiercely and suffered injuries. Mengmeng had a dark circle under her eye and her upper body clothing was completely torn. Niannian's cheeks were swollen and red, and her green dress had disappeared.

The battles between elves are truly wild!

Mengmeng covered her right eye and gritted her teeth, saying, "Niannian, I didn't expect your tender, rotten egg to be so stubborn."

Niannian rubbed her cheeks and chuckled coldly, "Likewise, you pink grape."

Just then, Tang San jumped down from the tree trunk.

The sudden turn of events stunned both sides, and neither even realized that Tang San was a man.

Tang San wasn't embarrassed. He used his first soul skill, Endless Recovery, to heal both of their injuries. Although soul rings couldn't be used in this Eternal Domain, the Blue Silver Emperor had evolved to the point where the corresponding soul ring skills were ingrained in his instincts, so he could use them even without soul rings.

It just means the power will be about one percent less.

"Thank you, human." Mengmeng realized what was happening, and generously removed her arms from her chest, smiling slightly. "Could I...?"

"Let's fight again." However, before Mengmeng could finish speaking, Tang San interrupted her, saying it in a serious tone.

Niannian was stunned: "What did you say?"

"I said, let's fight again." Tang San turned to look at Nian Nian, and took out a soul-guided photography device. "I didn't get enough of watching just now, let's do it again. This time, I'm going to record it. It'll definitely be a bestseller when we get out."

At this moment, the two elves' eyes were filled with astonishment, then their gazes turned cold, and the other elves' gazes also changed.

Although they didn't know the word "scumbag," the look in their eyes at that moment was the perfect description of it.

Are you kidding me?

"No, I'm serious," Tang San said solemnly. "I'm an artist, and a master of human body art at that. Women as beautiful as elves, combined with pure physical violence aesthetics, are truly astonishing. I must film them and show them to the outside world, so that everyone knows that elves are a philosophical race full of freedom and wildness!"

philosophy···

Mengmeng and Niannian didn't understand, but the description of the person in front of them was nothing short of smearing their entire elven race!

Although they live in this world, they don't know how humans in the outside world view them, but they can certainly imagine that when things here are exposed, the reputation of elves will probably be similar to that of succubi in ancient records.

Absolutely not!

So the two decided to put aside their past grievances, and the other elves completely forgot that Tang San had just healed them, and all of them simultaneously gathered magical energy in their hands.

"Huh?" Tang San tilted his head. "Don't you guys want to sacrifice yourselves for art?"

Niannian: "The art of eternal angel farts!"

Mengmeng: "The Art of Easton's Farts!"

(End of this chapter)