Douluo Continent: Rebuilding the Clear Sky Sect

Chapter 36: A Test of Strength?

Tang Fei was surprised by Tang Hao's efficiency. The task he had given the night before was completed, and the members of the Power Clan arrived early the next morning.

"Chief Titan, hello." Tang Fei nodded in greeting, while glancing at the person behind him.

He was a young man, about the same height as Tang Fei, with broad shoulders and a head of short chestnut-red hair, looking very energetic.

It should be Tyrone.

Upon seeing Tang Fei, Titan asked in confusion, "Hao... the sect needs to establish contact with the four single-attribute clans, so why did they only send you? Where is your master?"

Tang Fei frowned. Did this Titan really think of him as a child?

He cautioned, "Clan Chief Titan, the sect is still in a closed state, so I have been authorized to handle this matter entirely. Besides, it's just setting up a Soul Master Academy; do you expect me to appoint some powerful expert to oversee it?"

As he spoke, Tang Fei took out a token and handed it to Titan.

It was a token made of black metal, only the size of a palm, with the shape of the Haotian Hammer engraved on the front and three large characters written on the back—Elder's Token.

Titan had no goodwill towards the Haotian Sect and did not believe that the owner of this token would be a child. He only glanced at it briefly before returning it to Tang Fei.

"I dare not accept your elders' orders; I am merely acting in accordance with my master's wishes."

Titan said coldly, "However, I still have to add one more thing. Since you're running a Soul Master Academy, you must also be planning to participate in the Soul Master Competition, right? With just a few of you and this lousy place, what kind of results can you possibly achieve?"

Tang Fei felt a surge of anger after being repeatedly underestimated by Titan.

He stared at Titan and said, "Senior, would you like to make a bet with me?"

"A bet? What kind of bet?"

"Let's bet on whether we can win the Soul Master Tournament!" Tang Fei said confidently.

Titan didn't speak, but looked Tang Fei up and down, then sneered with contempt.

"Fine, fine, say whatever you want. Anyway, I've already sent Tyrone here as my master instructed. Now, let's try to win over the other three clans. At most, I can only guide you. Don't expect me to plead for you," Titan said.

Tang Fei was immediately speechless.

Fine, you underestimate me, huh? You'll regret it later.

That afternoon, Tang Fei, along with Titan and Tyrone, boarded a carriage bound for the Royal Clan.

The Power Clan and the Royal Clan are the closest, so choosing the Royal Clan as the first stop was within Tang Fei's expectations.

On the way to Longxing City, Titan remained silent the entire time and didn't even glance at Tang Fei.

It was as if his presence was a huge favor to the Haotian Sect, given Tang Hao's sake.

On the contrary, Tyrone looked eager and provocative.

The carriage was spacious, and Titan occupied half of it, dozing off.

Tailong and Tang Fei sat facing each other.

He looked Tang Fei up and down a few times, then suddenly smiled and said, "Hello, let's get acquainted. My name is Tailong, a level 32 Strength-type Soul Master."

"Tang Fei, a level 34 offensive Soul Master."

Tailong was slightly taken aback and asked, "Soul Master? How old are you this year?"

"Just a few months shy of twelve," Tang Fei said calmly.

He saw Titan, who was pretending to be asleep, open his eyes a crack, glance in his direction, and show a hint of surprise.

Tyrone was also taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his smile. He took the initiative to extend his hand and said, "I consider myself to have pretty good talent, but I didn't expect to be so much worse than you. You know, I'm several years older than you."

Seeing his outstretched hand, Tang Fei's expression was amused, and he then extended his own hand.

The two hands were clasped together, which should have been a harmonious scene, but a strong grip suddenly came from Talon's hands.

"Our Strength Clan's martial spirit is the Mighty Ape, which excels in strength. I've heard that the Clear Sky Hammer also follows a powerful and forceful path. I wonder which of us is stronger?"

Tyrone smiled, but his strength continued to increase.

Although Tang Fei's soul power was two levels higher than his, in terms of strength, even among Soul Masters, very few could surpass him.

Sensing something amiss, Titan opened his eyes a crack and watched with interest, seemingly not intending to intervene.

Tang Fei saw everything and sneered inwardly. A contest of strength?

You have a good eye for people!

He remained still, letting Tyrone exert force.

He also wanted to see just how powerful the so-called Clan of Power truly was.

Time passed second by second, and Tyrone's expression remained playful, but his eyes gradually showed surprise.

As the force increased, his face turned slightly red, but he still felt that Tang Fei's hand was like an iron clamp, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not make him show any pain.

"I'll teach you to endure!" Tyrone gritted his teeth and unleashed his full power.

Instantly, his face turned red, but he still managed a forced smile.

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Tang Fei's expression remained unchanged; instead, he suddenly laughed and said, "Talon, you're really enthusiastic."

As he spoke, the force he had been using to defend himself instantly began to exert its power.

In an instant, Tyrone's expression changed.

He felt an unstoppable force surge towards him in an instant, and his palm was crushed in a flash, losing its defensive power.

The immense force made him disregard his dignity, and he placed both hands on it simultaneously.

Even so, it cannot be shaken in the slightest!

"Huh? Tyrone, why aren't you smiling?" Tang Fei's eyes widened, looking concerned.

"Talon, you look terrible. What's wrong?"

"Taron, aren't you supposed to be strong? Look at you, your nose is dripping with snot."

"Talon..."

While they were talking, Tailong's martial spirit was forced to activate.

He let out a low roar, and his body rapidly changed, expanding once again from its already extremely robust form.

The muscles in his arms had almost doubled in size, and black hair was now visible on the exposed parts of his arms.

Even so, they still couldn't resist!

"That's enough!"

Titan, who had been observing coldly all along, finally spoke.

Tang Fei chuckled and withdrew his force, secretly scoffing, "Is that all?"

He hasn't even used half his strength yet!

He roughly estimated that Tyrone, a pure strength-type character, had a basic strength of about 2,000 jin, and even with his soul power, he would only have a maximum strength of 4,000 jin.

Disciples of the same level in the Haotian Sect, before cultivating the Celestial Phenomenon Force, have a basic strength of about 1,500 jin, which is somewhat inferior.

However, if we take the Celestial Phenomenon Force into account, even a Soul Venerable can unleash a force of five or six thousand catties, enough to leave others far behind!

At this moment, Tyrone was clutching his right hand in pain.

"Trying to show off backfired!"

He felt as if his hands were being crushed, and he had no chance to resist.

Titan finally stopped feigning death and looked Tang Fei directly in the eye, saying seriously, "Are all the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect this powerful these days?"

(End of this chapter)