Yu Chenglong! Nightmare! Demon Tumor Tree! (First Update! Please Recommend! Please Bookmark!)

This Demon Tumor Tree had seven hundred years of cultivation. Though badly wounded and unable to harm the boy,

its ability to flee was still quite strong. For a time, it was evenly matched with him.

One boy and one tree raced through the forest, repeatedly pushing each other to their limits.

The boy had a remarkably big heart. He was not afraid that some ferocious spirit beast might suddenly emerge from the Sunset Forest at night, bite him to death, and carry him away.

"Little tree, stop running!"

"We're fated to meet. Just submit to me and become my spirit ring!"

The boy shouted excitedly as he let out several farts.

The scene was utterly unbearable and ridiculous.

If a third person had been present, they probably would not have forgotten this sight even on their deathbed.

If Du Bai had been here, he would probably have composed a song for the boy in his head.

Hey~

He let out a few more farts~

Hey~

A few more streams of diarrhea shot out~

Farts and diarrhea, why did he have so much of it!

Hey!

Here came Old Fart!

Yet the boy did not care about any of that in the slightest.

The Demon Tumor Tree was in a terrible mood right now, its spirits having fallen to rock bottom.

During the day, it had encountered a terrifying existence that had beaten it until only a small portion of it remained.

At night, it had wanted to avoid spirit beasts, lower its presence, find somewhere to plunge into the soil, and recuperate.

Instead, it had run into this newly advanced boy, who wanted to use it as a spirit ring.

What a miserable life for a tree!

Unfortunately, the Demon Tumor Tree could not speak. Otherwise, it would surely have wailed and wept bitterly.

The Demon Tumor Tree sped up, trying to shake off the boy's pursuit.

Just then, a ball of flesh suddenly appeared in front of the Demon Tumor Tree and rammed straight into it.

Bang!

Before it could adjust its direction, the Demon Tumor Tree had already collided with the ball of flesh. It was knocked senseless, and its body stalled.

It was precisely this pause that gave the boy his chance. He quickly caught up.

"Little Dream, well done!"

The boy spoke excitedly to the ball of flesh. A trace of determination and resolve showed in his dark eyes, while several streams of diarrhea burst out with a puff.

Puff puff puff—

The boy pressed his entire body onto the Demon Tumor Tree, the sharp dagger in his hand repeatedly plunging into its trunk and roots.

Stab, pull, stab, pull, over and over again.

Pfft, pfft, farts kept coming.

The white blade went in, and the green blade came out.

This Demon Tumor Tree was repeatedly stabbed by Du Bai's dagger.

Its roots had long since been cleanly severed.

Green, viscous fluid continuously flowed from the deep gashes carved into its trunk by the dagger.

The boy no longer cared whether the fluid flowing from the Demon Tumor Tree's wounds was poisonous.

Right now, there was only one thing in his eyes and heart: kill this Demon Tumor Tree and absorb its spirit ring!

Woo woo woo—

Birds and beasts cried out in the Sunset Forest at night. A beam of moonlight pierced through the dark, gloomy woods and shone on the boy, making him look eerie and terrifying.

No one knew how much time passed.

The boy finally stopped driving his dagger in and out. He began panting heavily, celebrating his victory over the spirit beast.

The Demon Tumor Tree was thoroughly dead. Its long life as a tree had come to an end.

But the pungent smell made the boy cough violently several times.

It was accompanied by several more pfft-pfft sounds of diarrhea mixed with farts.

"Little Dream, come absorb this spirit ring!"

Though he was a complete mess, the boy did not care at all.

The boy began controlling his beast spirit to absorb the Demon Tumor Tree's spirit ring.

The ball of flesh he called Little Dream was the boy's beast spirit.

Little Dream looked like a dog and was built like a pig, with a body length and waist circumference both exceeding half a meter.

Little Dream was covered in light brown fur. Its two small ears drooped down, and its large dark-blue eyes held a gentle gaze.

Above those dark-blue eyes were two streaks of light-purple fur, shaped like human eyebrows.

Combined with its four short, thick legs, Little Dream looked like a ball of flesh, adorably simple and honest.

However, Little Dream had a domineering name: Nightmare.

Little Dream was the boy's affectionate nickname for this Nightmare meatball!

That was right.

This Little Dream looked very similar to Yu Xiaogang's Three Puffs.

The difference was that it had brown fur, while Yu Xiaogang's Three Puffs had light-purple fur.

By now, readers had probably guessed it.

This boy was named Yu Chenglong, and like Yu Xiaogang, he came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Chenglong came from an ordinary family in a branch line of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Chenglong, Chenglong—Yu Chenglong's parents had given the boy this name

in the hope that his martial spirit would awaken as a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial spirit, or perhaps even evolve into an even more powerful dragon-type martial spirit.

They hoped their family could enter the clan's core!

Unfortunately, heaven did not grant their wish!

Yu Chenglong's awakened martial spirit was this thing that looked neither like a pig nor a dog, a martial spirit unlike either, vastly different from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Before Yu Chenglong awakened this Nightmare martial spirit unlike either,

Yu Xiaogang, the son of Yu Yuanzhen, the main branch leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, had also awakened a similar martial spirit.

Yu Xiaogang called this martial spirit Three Puffs because it could only fart three times—that was, launch three attacks.

Yu Xiaogang, the clan leader's son, was too useless. He could remain only at level 29 for his entire life, unable to enter the level 30 Soul Elder realm.

It was precisely Yu Xiaogang's uselessness that caused Yu Chenglong to be directly abandoned by the clan when he awakened a martial spirit resembling Three Puffs.

No one thought highly of this martial spirit!

Even Yu Xiaogang, the clan leader's son, had access to abundant resources, yet could not enter level 30 in his entire life.

Thus, in everyone's eyes, Yu Chenglong had no background or resources. He probably could not even reach Yu Xiaogang's level and was a worthless person with a worthless martial spirit.

Because of this martial spirit, Yu Xiaogang had also fallen out with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and wandered across the continent.

Years later, Yu Xiaogang proclaimed himself unrivaled in theory, a theoretical master, and admitted that his Three Puffs martial spirit was a useless martial spirit that could only ever remain a level 29 Soul Grandmaster.

With this precedent before them, Yu Chenglong, from an ordinary branch family, was regarded even less favorably.

Yu Xiaogang had failed because he was too useless and had attached the wrong spirit rings, turning his martial spirit into something that could only fart.

Farting to stink up the enemy? How ridiculous.

Yu Chenglong had a similar martial spirit, but he did not think it was worthless.

On the contrary, this martial spirit was terrifying.

That was why Yu Chenglong gave this martial spirit a terrifying name: Nightmare.

Nightmare—this adorable martial spirit would become the nightmare in the hearts of everyone on the Douluo Continent!

Tremble, you trash.

From the bottom of his heart, Yu Chenglong thought Yu Xiaogang was trash and looked down on him.

Ever since he was young, Yu Chenglong had been affected by Yu Xiaogang.

No matter how Yu Chenglong explained to others that his Nightmare was not a worthless martial spirit and was very powerful,

he was never acknowledged.

Instead, he received even more ridicule.

"Even Yu Xiaogang, the one unrivaled in theory, says his own martial spirit is worthless. What the hell are you?"

"Could it be that you're more capable than the clan leader's son?"

"Are you possessed? A worthless martial spirit, yet you still dare act so arrogantly."

"Get lost, get lost! You're not welcome here!"

Yu Chenglong had endured enough mockery from peers in the clan and even older brothers a few years his senior since childhood.

And because no one thought highly of him, Yu Chenglong's family's status among the branch lines became even lower.

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