Chapter 143: Titled Douluo Approaches
"Fifty-fifth level?"
"Soul King?"
Everyone except Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu gasped.
Especially Tang San; he had considered that Lin Yang might have reached the fiftieth level.
But he didn't expect it to be the fifty-fifth level, a full twenty-three levels higher than him.
They were only a year apart, yet there was such a vast gap.
This was unbelievable anywhere, but at this moment, it was laid out before them in reality.
Tang San forced down his surging thoughts, took a deep breath, and flipped his right hand, causing a stalk of Blue Silver Grass to quietly appear in his palm.
Two yellow and one purple Soul Rings rose slowly from beneath his feet.
Lin Yang did not even summon his Martial Soul; he simply stood there, his posture calm and composed.
From beginning to end, he had not taken Tang San seriously.
Even so, Tang San was not in the least bit careless.
His Soul Power was already lower than Lin Yang's, leaving him very little room for error, so he had to be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious.
His first soul ring lit up, and with a wave of his hand, he launched a "Binding".
Whoosh—!
In an instant, thousands of thick Blue Silver Grass stalks burst forth from the ground, swarming toward Lin Yang like venomous snakes.
However, before they could get close, a sharp edge of Sharp Metal energy shot out, instantly shredding these Blue Silver Grass stalks into scraps.
"What!"
Tang San gritted his teeth in secret. He couldn't even get close?
Blue Silver Grass was truly trash.
It was countered by fire, countered by lightning, and now it wasn't even a match for a Tool Martial soul.
As his cultivation improved and he witnessed more top-tier Martial Souls, he increasingly felt the inadequacy of the Blue Silver Grass.
Seeing that the Blue Silver Grass was useless against Lin Yang, Tang San decisively changed his tactics.
His palms gradually turned the color of white jade.
His eyelids lowered slightly, and his eyes turned purple; this was the manifestation of pushing his Purple Demon Eye to its limit.
His hands hung down, and the gems on his belt lit up one by one.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz—!
His hands moved rapidly like a flying Kochou, nimble and agile.
Dozens of cold glimmers wove between his fingertips, bursting forth, and in the blink of an eye, they shot toward Lin Yang, aiming directly at his eyes, heart, throat, joints, and other vital points.
Xiao Wu witnessed all of this and couldn't help but frown.
"Flashy and useless, what kind of junk is this?"
Beside her, Zhao Wuji's expression was somewhat unnatural; he remembered suffering some losses from these very things back in the day.
Although the damage wasn't great, the humiliation was extreme.
He just didn't know if this kid named Lin Yang could handle it.
Lin Yang curled the corners of his mouth downwards, and his tone couldn't be called disappointed: "Is this the extent of your confidence, these little toys?"
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a faint golden light covered his palm.
Those metal Hidden Weapons seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, unexpectedly breaking away from their original trajectories and gathering toward his hand.
Seeing this scene, Tang San's eyes were instantly filled with rage.
His Hidden Weapons, his greatest trump card... how could this be?
Lin Yang actually had the ability to control metal?
Calling it control over metal wasn't wrong; although it wasn't as useful as a Golden Domain, it was enough to deal with some iron Hidden Weapons.
Lin Yang raised his hand and gripped it fiercely, and these scattered Hidden Weapons were forcibly squeezed into a crude iron sword by him.
He then flourished the sword and said in a low voice, "If you have no other means, then it's my turn!"
"Oh no!"
Tang San's pupils shrank violently, and without hesitation, he stepped on his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and retreated explosively.
"Moon Breathing, First Form: Dark Moon, Night Palace!"
Lin Yang seemingly swung it casually.
A giant crescent moon slash flew out instantly.
At the same time, countless fine lunar glimmers burst from around the slash, drifting uncertainly and spreading continuously outward.
Like raindrops, they instantly shrouded the entire field.
Boom, boom, boom!
The stone-paved ground instantly cracked, earth and stone splattered, and dust filled the air.
Where the lunar glimmers fell, dense slash marks were left behind, faintly carrying the Aura of frost and darkness.
Everyone held their breath at this moment, their gazes filled with shock as they looked at Lin Yang.
Especially Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai; they put themselves in Tang San's perspective and found that no matter what, they could not withstand this strike.
What shocked them even more was that this was just a casual strike from Lin Yang.
Zhao Wuji widened his eyes. This kid...
He then suddenly thought of something and slapped his thigh, "Bad!"
Tang San's background was not simple; if he really died here, their entire academy would suffer the consequences.
Just as Zhao Wuji stood up, a figure appeared faintly in the dust.
Yu Tianheng was stunned. Could it be that Tang San blocked it?
When the dust cleared, everyone saw Tang San standing there covered in blood, with no telling how many wounds on his body.
Seeing Tang San swaying and about to fall, Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically, and he immediately roared: "Save him!"
Lin Yang just watched coldly and did not intervene to stop them.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kill Tang San, but the moment he made his move, an extremely obscure killing intent had already firmly locked onto him.
Beat the small one, and naturally, the old one will come.
So defeating Tang San was just the beginning.
The real main event was still to come.
Thinking of this, Lin Yang took a deep breath, his eyes gradually deepening.
He also wanted to see how much strength the Clear Sky Douluo, who had dominated the continent back then, still had today.
Just as Zhao Wuji and the others were scrambling to take Tang San away, a barely perceptible Soul Power transmission fell into Xiao Wu's ears: "Run!"
After hearing Zhao Wuji's transmission, Xiao Wu's expression did not change.
In fact, with her intelligence, she already knew what she was about to face.
Even if it was a Titled Douluo, so what?
Even if she were to die, she would stand with Lin Yang.
Lin Yang turned to look at Xiao Wu, revealing a trace of a helpless smile, "We should go; I'm afraid this place won't welcome us anymore."
"Then let's go," Xiao Wu replied without hesitation.
The three of them quickly left Shrek, leaving only Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing standing there in a daze.
The examiners were gone; what would happen to their entrance test?
Was there even any need to attend this school?
Zhuqing looked at the backs of Lin Yang and the others as they left, a trace of agitation flashing in her dark eyes, but after hesitating for a moment, she ultimately did not chase after them.
Lin Yang and the others drove the carriage along the official road until they were dozens of miles away, and there were no people around, when suddenly—
"Kid!"
A low, hoarse voice exploded in their ears like a thunderclap on flat ground.
Lin Yang stopped the carriage, his gaze turned toward the depths of the forest ahead, and his pupils shrank slightly.
A tall figure slowly walked out from the forest.
The figure was draped in a tattered black robe, looking just like a beggar one could see anywhere.
But even this beggar had a trace of dignity that commanded awe and a domineering air of "who else but me" in his gait.
The dull footsteps were unhurried, yet every step seemed to tread upon their hearts.
Whoosh!
A suffocating pressure, following the arrival of this figure, pressed down on them like a tsunami, overwhelming everything.
At this moment, the air around them seemed to have completely solidified.
Under the terrifying pressure, the old horse neighed in terror and was actually scared to death.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Wu's face turned slightly pale.
And Dugu Yan was shocked as she looked at this slovenly middle-aged man before her.
This Aura, which was even more powerful than her grandfather's, was undoubtedly that of a Titled Douluo.
But... why would a Titled Douluo be targeting them?
Lin Yang narrowed his eyes, his expression grave.
Tang Hao, Clear Sky Douluo!
He had appeared, just as expected.
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