The Path to a Body That Becomes God! (Begging for Recommendation Tickets!!)

Mo Lang's words were like sharp arrows piercing straight into Flender's heart, leaving him unable to retort.

He gave Mo Lang a long look. The playful, confident smile at the corner of the other boy's lips made him feel as though he had been seen through.

It irritated him greatly, but what Mo Lang said was indeed true and had struck right at his heart.

"Boss, you aren't seriously thinking of agreeing to him, are you?"

Zhao Wuji panicked. He knew Flender's personality well, and every word this brat said made sense. How could he not panic?

"Relax. Don't you know what kind of person your boss is?"

Flender gave Zhao Wuji a reassuring look, then turned to Mo Lang and said,

"I, Flender, have always been steadfast and noble. I'm letting you have the position of dean not because of a mere three hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, but because I see in you the same qualities I had in my youth—handsome, dashing, and wealthy."

Zhao Wuji: "..."

Li Yusong: "..."

Xiao Wu, Tang San, and the others: "..."

With that shoehorn face and stingy, penniless look of yours, what part of you had anything to do with handsome, dashing, or wealthy?

"Boss, even if you give this brat the position of dean, I still won't acknowledge him as dean."

Knowing he could not change Flender's mind, Zhao Wuji turned to Mo Lang. "Brat, don't tell me you've chickened out?"

"Heh, you think a cheap provocation will work on me?" Mo Lang sneered disdainfully at Zhao Wuji, who was a head shorter than him. "But if you insist on becoming my little brother, I don't mind teaching you a lesson."

Zhao Wuji had thoroughly annoyed Mo Lang. If Mo Lang had not had a decent impression of him, he would have made him lie in bed for a month when he first provoked him.

"Enough nonsense. Today, Grandpa here is going to teach you a lesson and show you not to be so arrogant."

Zhao Wuji sneered as the Soul Power of a Soul Sage erupted at full force. Overwhelming Soul Power surged toward Mo Lang like surging waves!

"Since you're so determined to get beaten, let's see whether your Turtle Shell is tougher or my stick is tougher!"

Mo Lang's lips curled upward as he immediately used the Peak Titled Douluo Experience Card.

Boom!

In an instant, Mo Lang felt his Soul Power rising continuously until it reached the peak of a Titled Douluo.

Feeling the incomparably surging Soul Power within him, Mo Lang clenched his fists. He felt as though he could shatter space itself with a single punch!

At the same time, as Mo Lang's Soul Power suddenly soared to an unimaginable realm, everyone around him was suppressed speechless by the Soul Power radiating from his body.

Tang San and the others were especially horrified. Pain showed on their faces, and they nearly dropped to their knees in worship.

Fortunately, Mo Lang withdrew that pressure in time, allowing them to breathe again. Yet even though it had lasted only an instant, sweat had already soaked their backs.

"This is the aura of a Titled Douluo?!"

Zhao Wuji and Flender stared wide-eyed. They could not believe that this boy, not even fifteen years old, was actually a Titled Douluo!

And judging from that aura, he was no ordinary Titled Douluo. Even the Pope seemed to possess a weaker aura than him.

Zhao Wuji especially regretted it so much his guts turned green. He wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice.

Why hadn't he listened to advice?

The other party was a Titled Douluo. What the hell was he supposed to fight for?

Was he going up there just to get beaten?

But Mo Lang had already turned to look at him, saying teasingly, "Come on. I'm in a hurry."

"Boss..."

Zhao Wuji swallowed with difficulty and looked to Flender with a pleading expression.

"I'm not your boss. Your boss is Dean Mo now!"

Flender said righteously.

Zhao Wuji: "..."

"Enough. As long as you can hold out for five minutes against me, we'll call this matter settled."

Mo Lang waved his hand, already impatient to see just how strong he had become.

"Then let's do it."

Zhao Wuji's old face could no longer take it after Mo Lang had put it that way.

But since he could not avoid it, he would go all out and see just how great the gap between himself and a Titled Douluo was.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A series of chimes rang out as seven dazzling soul rings emerged behind Zhao Wuji.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black.

Empowered by the seven terrifying soul rings, Zhao Wuji's height and muscles expanded dramatically. He looked like a violent, raging bear.

Immovable Bright King Body!

Vajra Palm!

Gravity Enhancement!

Positioning Tracking!

Gravity Compression!

Vajra Roar!

Martial Soul Avatar!

In an instant, all seven soul rings behind Zhao Wuji lit up at once.

Then he charged straight at Mo Lang.

Since they were fighting, he had to strike first!

Boom!

Faced with Zhao Wuji's attack, Mo Lang merely raised his hand and gave him a resounding slap across the face.

Smack!

All of Zhao Wuji's attacks became utterly useless before that slap, having no effect whatsoever.

He was sent flying in an instant, spinning through the air an unknown number of times before crashing to the ground.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped at the sight.

Was this the strength of a Titled Douluo?!

A single slap could send a Soul Sage flying!

It was simply terrifying!!

"Pfft!"

After hitting the ground, Zhao Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood. His left cheek had swollen badly as he stared resentfully at Mo Lang.

Even Flender could not help swallowing at the sight.

That slap had made Zhao Wuji's already unattractive face even worse.

Still, Mo Lang had probably shown Zhao Wuji some mercy. Otherwise, several of his teeth would have been knocked out by that slap.

It seemed this brat was quite petty too—when he hit people, he specifically aimed for the face.

"Do you know why I slapped your face?" Mo Lang asked Zhao Wuji.

Without waiting for Zhao Wuji to answer, Mo Lang answered himself. "I, Mo Lang, have only one grandfather, and that is Old Jack."

"Whoever dares call himself Grandpa in front of me, I don't mind... killing him."

"Today's slap is merely a lesson. If there is a next time, then no matter who it is, there will be only one outcome."

"Death!"

Mo Lang's words were incomparably domineering, suppressing everyone present into silence.

Yet it was precisely because of those words that everyone present understood Mo Lang was someone who valued his relationships deeply.

"I'm sorry."

After hearing Mo Lang's words, Zhao Wuji, who had still harbored resentment in his heart, immediately stood up and bowed respectfully in apology.

No matter what, he had been the one to provoke Mo Lang first. Not to mention, his reckless words had offended someone Mo Lang cared about. That slap had been well deserved.

"Let's leave it at that. There are still over four minutes left, so let's continue." Mo Lang waved his hand.

"..."

Zhao Wuji had thought the matter was over, only to find that he still had to get beaten. He instantly felt worse than if he had eaten shit.

As for why Mo Lang was still unwilling to let Zhao Wuji off, it was because when he had used the Insight skill on Zhao Wuji earlier, he discovered that Insight could even reveal flaws in Zhao Wuji's body!

More importantly, there were detailed annotations beside them!

Using the Nine-Nine Unifying Hammer Technique could compensate for and strengthen this flaw!

In other words, the Nine-Nine Unifying Hammer Technique could not only be used to forge divine artifacts, but also to temper the body!

At that thought, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Mo Lang's mind.

If he could truly use the Nine-Nine Unifying Hammer Technique to temper the body, wouldn't he be able to temper his body until it possessed hardness comparable to a divine artifact!?

And reach the realm where the body becomes God!?

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