Wu Zisheng

The fact that Yu Chenglong could make five challengers fart and have diarrhea is enough to prove that he does have some strength.

However, this level of ability is only limited to challenges.

In a real battle, I believe no one would be foolish enough to stand in the poisonous fog and absorb it.

Yu Chenglong himself was quite satisfied with embarrassing the five Soul Masters who came to challenge him.

Unconsciously, Yu Chenglong stood even straighter, head held high and chest out, looking confident and proud.

"Little Dream is no good; he will become your Nightmare!"

"I will prove myself through each challenge, and in the future, I will cultivate to become Titled Douluo, so that those who look down on me will be utterly ashamed!"

Yu Chenglong's eyes burned with passion, and all he could see were dreams.

After the first wave of challenges ended, we took a short break.

The emcee then addressed the crowd below the stage:

"The five distinguished guests just now killed each other, which is why no one won the challenge in the end!"

"Is there anyone else willing to come up and accept the challenge?"

The emcee boss smoothly addressed the crowd.

Upon hearing this, many people became eager to participate.

A group challenge is definitely disadvantageous; a solo challenge might be successful.

At that moment, a figure suddenly leaped up from below the stage and onto the challenge platform.

This was a middle-aged Soul Master with a sallow complexion, who looked sickly and somewhat eerie.

"Wu Zisheng, Soul Elder of Level Thirty-One, has come to challenge!"

The middle-aged Soul Master with a sallow complexion spoke up.

"Okay, Mr. Wu Zisheng, are you going to challenge alone, or are you planning to wait for other friends to join you?"

The emcee owner inquired.

"One person!"

Wu Zisheng replied calmly.

Wu Zisheng is not stupid.

If a group of people are taking on the challenge together, there will always be some weaklings who can't help but fart or have diarrhea beforehand, affecting and disgusting the other challengers.

Wu Zisheng had no desire to smell other people's farts and excrement.

"Okay, then you can start by paying with your Silver Soul Coin!"

The emcee owner spoke with a friendly smile.

"Okay, sure."

Wu Zisheng didn't waste any time and quickly paid the five Silver Soul Coin, waiting for the challenge to begin.

After Wu Zisheng paid the Silver Soul Coin, the challenge officially began.

The staff lit a stick of incense to keep track of the time.

At the same time, Yu Chenglong also controlled Nightmare and released his Second Soul Skill, Demon Tumor Bomb!

In addition to his Second Soul Skill, the Demon Tumor Bomb, Yu Chenglong also released his First Soul Skill, the Green Tumor Poison Mist.

The combination of the Demon Tumor Poison Mist and the green toxic fog makes the toxins even more astonishing.

This was specially prepared by Yu Chenglong for Soul Master with the cultivation level of Soul Elder, in order to prevent them from being successfully challenged by the opponent.

The poisonous fog formed very quickly.

Without hesitation, Wu Zisheng rushed into the poisonous fog.

"Let me test whether your poisonous fog is really that powerful and effective!"

Wu Zisheng was beaming with excitement.

Rushing into the poisonous fog, Wu Zisheng did not use his Soul Power to block the invasion of the toxic gas.

At this moment, the dark green poisonous gas continued to erode Wu Zisheng's body.

The reason I participated in this challenge.

Wu Zisheng wasn't after the fifty Silver Soul Coin; he wanted to cure his lifelong constipation.

"My teacher told me that if I don't cure this constipation, I will never be able to improve my cultivation and break through to Soul Ancestor 40 or above in my lifetime!"

"I hope this poisonous fog won't disappoint me; I haven't pooped in ages!"

Wu Zisheng muttered to himself.

Wu Zisheng has suffered from a special symptom similar to constipation since childhood.

This peculiar constipation symptom caused Wu Zisheng to be unable to defecate for several days, or even several weeks.

Each time he poops, it's only a tiny bit.

Over the years, Wu Zisheng's body has become full of toxins.

This not only caused Wu Zisheng's complexion to turn sallow, but also slowed down his cultivation progress.

He's almost fifty years old, yet he's only at the thirty-first level of Soul Elder cultivation, which is far too low.

Just now, Wu Zisheng saw that the other challenges were going smoothly and without any obstacles, and he was very envious.

Participating in the challenge isn't about winning Soul Coins, but simply about enjoying a smooth and comfortable experience.

Wu Zisheng had a vague feeling that as long as he immersed himself in this poisonous fog, he would not only feel refreshed, but also be able to advance his cultivation level.

So, what followed was a delightful scene.

Other challengers frantically channeled their Soul Power to block the poison gas.

Wu Zisheng, however, opened his arms to welcome the terrifying dark green poison gas, and even took a deep breath to inhale the poison gas into his body.

"Um?"

Yu Chenglong was stunned for a moment upon seeing this scene.

This was the first time Yu Chenglong had ever seen someone so willingly absorb his poison gas, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Surprised, Yu Chenglong frowned.

"Could it be that this Wu Zisheng possesses some kind of Soul Skill or treasure that makes him immune to my poison?"

"Otherwise, why would he actively absorb my poison gas without worrying about farting or having diarrhea!"

Yu Chenglong was puzzled; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Not only Yu Chenglong, but even the emcee boss was dumbfounded.

The emcee owner knew how dangerous the poisonous fog was.

Standing in the poisonous fog will disrupt one's Soul Power, cause poisoning, and create an urge to fart and have diarrhea.

Wu Zisheng actively absorbed the poison gas, seemingly enjoying it, which was truly puzzling.

"Could it be that the poisonous fog has no effect on him?"

The emcee boss thought to himself, somewhat puzzled.

The audience was stunned.

"What kind of freak is this? Everyone else is trying to avoid this poisonous fog, how come he's actively absorbing it!"

"Yeah, look at his weird expression, he seems really happy, it's unbelievable!"

"That's strange! Isn't he afraid of having diarrhea from farting?!"

"No, look at his weird expression. He might be trying to fart and have diarrhea on purpose to disgust us!"

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Many of the audience members were whispering among themselves.

Du Bai also watched Wu Zisheng on the stage with great interest.

Others feared the poisonous fog, but Wu Zisheng inhaled it fiercely.

This gave rise to the idea that perhaps this poisonous fog is not invincible and that there is a way to break it!

Therefore, everyone observed whether Wu Zisheng made any special moves.

However, no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't see anything strange about it.

While everyone was watching the match, some tall and strong members of the Strength Clan mingled among the spectators.

This is a small team led by Taizheng, who are secretly distributing advertisements in a relatively prosperous area of Heaven Dou City.

Taizheng is meticulous, so Captain Taino Taizheng him with placing advertisements in busy, bustling areas.

The challenge platform, surrounded by a large audience, is a perfect spot for them to place advertisements.

At that moment, a Strength Clan with sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Du Bai and Bibi Dong.

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