I, Mo Lang, Have What It Takes to Become a Titled Douluo! (New Book, Please Bookmark and Vote with Recommendation Tickets!)

In the end, Mo Lang still slept on the floor.

After all, Xiao Wu was only six this year. How could he possibly act like some beast?

But when he woke up the next day,

Mo Lang felt as though he had been wrapped up by an octopus.

When he opened his eyes,

he froze.

At some point, Xiao Wu had also ended up on the floor, clinging to him like an octopus.

"..."

Seeing that Xiao Wu was sleeping soundly, Mo Lang did not have the heart to disturb her.

"Mom... I miss you so much."

But Xiao Wu suddenly murmured in her sleep, and it struck Mo Lang right in the heart.

Only then did he remember that, like himself, Xiao Wu seemed carefree and boisterous on the surface, but was actually fragile and sensitive inside.

Especially when it came to family, she cherished it deeply.

At that moment, Mo Lang finally understood why he felt so fond of Xiao Wu. It turned out they were the same kind of people.

Orphans.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry. As long as I'm here, I'll never let anyone hurt you!"

Looking at the tears at the corners of Xiao Wu's eyes, Mo Lang clenched his fists and swore silently in his heart!

Soon,

the day Notting College began arrived.

Old Jack insisted on personally taking Mo Lang, Xiao Wu, and Tang San to register at the school.

Mo Lang had no choice but to agree.

After all, Old Jack still had a scene with the gatekeeper ahead.

It was precisely because the gatekeeper looked down on them that they would meet Master Yu Xiaogang.

And that was how Tang San would later become his disciple.

It was also the timing for his third sign-in!

Still, even if Old Jack did not go, Mo Lang had ways to make Tang San take Yu Xiaogang as his master.

It would just be more troublesome.

Since Old Jack wanted to go, Mo Lang simply went along with it.

But if that gatekeeper dared to lay a hand on them,

he would not mind teaching him what cruelty was!

Soon,

the group arrived at the gates of Notting College.

"Stop! What are you country bumpkins trying to do? Is this a place you people can come to?"

The young gatekeeper immediately barked out a reprimand when he saw how Mo Lang's group was dressed.

Old Jack hurriedly took out the certificate Su Yuntao had given them.

After reading it, the gatekeeper sneered repeatedly, suspecting that the certificate was fake. Then he added, "Even if it's real, you only have one spot. Why did three of you come?"

"Heh, can't I pay my own way to school?"

Unable to stand the gatekeeper's contemptuous attitude any longer, Mo Lang took out several Gold Soul Coins he had earned from working.

When the gatekeeper saw the Gold Soul Coins in Mo Lang's hand, greed flashed in his eyes. His eyes shifted, and his expression immediately turned vicious. "I was wondering where my money went just now. So you little brat stole it! You're courting death!"

Seeing the patches all over their clothes, the gatekeeper could tell at a glance that they were poor country folk with neither money nor influence. Even if he beat them up and snatched their money, no one would dare say anything!

"Careful, Lang-ge!"

Seeing that the other man was about to attack, Tang San immediately moved to intervene.

But the next moment, Mo Lang caught the gatekeeper's fist in one hand, then slapped him across the face. The force of five hundred jin knocked out the gatekeeper's teeth, which he spat out along with blood.

The gatekeeper was dumbfounded.

Was this kid born with Innate Divine Strength?

Old Jack and Tang San were dumbfounded as well.

Since when had Mo Lang become so fierce?

"You brat, you dare cause trouble at Notting College? Just you wait, I'll—"

"Shut up!"

Being slapped in public by a child was utterly humiliating. The gatekeeper flew into a rage and was about to call for help when a hoarse voice interrupted him.

The gatekeeper froze for a moment. Someone actually dared to tell him to shut up? He turned around, ready to curse, but the instant he saw Yu Xiaogang, a fawning smile immediately appeared on his face. Bowing and nodding, he said, "Master, you're back?"

"Mm."

Yu Xiaogang nodded, then looked at Mo Lang with a frown. "You're so young, yet you strike so viciously. Who taught you that?"

Mo Lang had not expected Yu Xiaogang to lecture him. He immediately replied unhappily,

"It would have been one thing if this gatekeeper just looked down on people, but he falsely accused me of stealing money and even tried to hit us."

"If I did not have some strength, an ordinary person standing here would have been beaten and robbed by him long ago."

"One slap was already going easy on him. If it weren't for Notting College's sake, I would have crippled that hand of his!"

"Besides, I came to Notting College to learn skills, not to be bullied!"

Mo Lang's words were logical and well-founded, neither servile nor overbearing, ringing with conviction.

"Hahaha, well said! You came here to learn skills, not to be bullied. Kid, you're quite impressive. Are you willing to take me as your master?" Yu Xiaogang looked at Mo Lang, satisfaction showing in his eyes.

"..."

Mo Lang was stunned.

You didn't even look at the certificate?

Why do you want to take me as your disciple?

Tang San is your true love!

I'm just here to freeload off Tang San. If you want me to become your disciple, aren't you blocking my path to riches?

Blocking someone's path to riches is like killing their parents, you know?

"No need. I, Mo Lang, have what it takes to become a Titled Douluo. What rank are you? Why should I take you as my master?"

Mo Lang glanced at Yu Xiaogang, his gaze seeming to say, Old man, know when to stop. This isn't your script to take.

As soon as he said that,

the entire place fell silent.

Everyone stared at Mo Lang in shock.

Who was this kid?

How could he brag so shamelessly at such a young age?

Even Tang San stared in astonishment at Mo Lang, who had just said something so shameless.

At that moment, he finally understood why his father got along so well with him.

Because every time his father got drunk, he claimed he was a Titled Douluo.

Even Master Yu Xiaogang wanted to say: I've spent so many years researching, yet I've never found anyone better at bragging than you.

Thud!

Before Yu Xiaogang could speak, Old Jack gave Mo Lang a solid thump. "You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Master wants to take you as his disciple—that's your honor! Why aren't you thanking him?"

Old Jack had lived for so long that he could tell from the gatekeeper's attitude that this somewhat dejected and lazy-looking middle-aged man must hold a high status. If Mo Lang could become his disciple, he would surely achieve great things in the future.

But he was also rather puzzled. He knew Mo Lang liked to boast, but he had not expected him to be this good at it.

Especially with so many people watching, even his old face felt a little embarrassed.

What it takes to become a Titled Douluo? If you brat can become a Soul Sage, I'll call you Grandpa!

"Hahaha, young man, you have ambition. Since you're unwilling to take me as your master, then forget it. I won't force you. But if you change your mind, you can come find me."

Yu Xiaogang laughed heartily. He found this kid before him extremely interesting. Then he picked up the Spirit Hall certificate from the ground and examined it. Surprise flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Which one of you is Tang San?"

"That's me."

Hearing Master call for him, Tang San immediately raised his little hand.

Yu Xiaogang nodded and gave Tang San a meaningful look. Then he said to Old Jack with an apologetic expression,

"Sir, on behalf of the college, I apologize for what happened just now. This certificate is genuine. If you trust me, how about leaving these children to me? I'll take them to register?"