Tang Wulin Wins, Anyway, I Don't Like Him

Tang Wulin was very anxious at this moment. Wouldn't he lose if things went this way? No, he couldn't lose. Whether it was for Gu Yuena or for the plans of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy, he couldn't lose.

However, he is now powerless to do anything. He has already been dragged into this, and it is not an easy thing to get out.

The process can only end if you pass or fail the assessment.

At this point, it was actually the Little Scumbag who forcibly provided power, making Tang Wulin stronger.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath and focused his gaze. The surroundings were all golden, with nothing there, just like during the First Trial. There was no change whatsoever.

The First Trial assesses perseverance.

What would the Second Trial be? Just as he was pondering this, a bright light suddenly appeared in his mind without warning.

He was startled, thinking something was about to happen, and quickly sprang to his feet.

But the surroundings remained calm and empty. I sat down again and waited quietly.

Time passed second by second, and even Tang Wulin lost track of how much time had gone by.

Just when Tang Wulin was about to break down from waiting and loneliness, a light appeared in his mind again without warning.

"Time's up. The Sea God Second Trial, loneliness, is complete. This test will last for one year in the Main Plane."

A year? Upon hearing these two words, Tang Wulin felt somewhat dazed. Had he actually spent a year in this Golden World where none of this existed? If he hadn't entered a meditative state and waited patiently, he probably would have collapsed long ago.

Now he realized that the Sea God Second Trial was about loneliness.

Only those who can endure loneliness can pass this test.

A surge of power coursed through his body, and a sudden burst of noise made Tang Wulin feel intensely uncomfortable.

The surrounding light was chaotic, and various sounds rose and fell.

Looking closely, he realized that he was still in the same place as before, still in the Mingdu Great Stadium.

Not far ahead of him, Qiangu Zhangting was letting out a heart-wrenching roar as he charged toward him without regard for his image.

He finally understood that a year in the Golden World was but a fleeting moment in the outside world.

Faced with the oncoming Qiangu Zhangting, Tang Wulin instinctively raised the Golden Trident in his hand to block it.

The Golden Trident seemed to have become lighter in his hands, making it easier to use.

Clang! Without the Break Evil Dragon Golden Trident Coiling Dragon Staff was struck, and not even a wisp of light could be splashed up.

The Qiangu Zhangting was shaken back.

"White Cloud Thousand Loads!"

Tang Wulin raised his Golden Trident and unleashed the Golden Thirteen Halberds: White Cloud Thousand Loads.

This is a technique taught by Tang San, who had grasped the essence of time.

Golden clouds swirled around the Golden Trident, which suddenly thrust towards the Qiangu Zhangting.

This move cannot be defended against; it can only be dodged.

Boom! A beam of light appeared on Qiangu Zhangting in an instant, and the protective shield inside the entire Mingdu Great Stadium shattered inch by inch in that instant.

A huge halo burst outwards, propelling Tang Wulin's body far away.

A deep trench was left in the ground, and countless deep cracks appeared on the entire competition stage.

Qian Gu Dong Feng, his face ashen, stood in front of Qiangu Zhangting, blocking his grandson.

Qiangu Zhangting was now slumped to the ground, completely distraught, the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand broken in two.

His Battle Armor was shattered, and a line of blood ran down his forehead. It looked like just a broken skin, but blood kept oozing out, a truly gruesome sight.

The Qian Gu Dong Feng, blocking the way in front of the Qiangu Zhangting, also held his Coiling Dragon Staff horizontally in his hand.

A deep mark appeared on the Coiling Dragon Staff, almost a third of it was cut open.

A look of horror appeared on his face.

Tang Wulin's move just now was terrifying.

Who is he? He is the Spirit Pagoda Master, the Limit Douluo, and possesses a bag of energy. He is at least Demigod or higher.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wulin's attack with the Golden Trident had actually injured him.

Indeed, at this moment, Qian Gu Dong Feng's mouth was bleeding. He had taken the hit to block it and save his grandson, and he was injured.

At this moment, his internal organs were aching slightly.

Tang Wulin put away the Golden Trident, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "You hit your grandson, is Grandpa going to step in?"

Qian Gu Dong Feng took a deep breath, suppressing his rage and horror. His face was extremely grim, and he said in a deep voice:

"Qiangu Zhangting has admitted defeat. I intervened to save his life."

If it weren't for Qian Gu Dong Feng's timely intervention, Qiangu Zhangting would likely have been cut in two by now.

Even the extremely strong defensive Three-Word Battle Armor could not stop Tang Wulin's Golden Trident in the slightest.

Commentator Ai Fei tried to speak three times, but ultimately no sound came out.

Right now, Qian Gu Dong Feng is in a fit of jealousy and rage, so it's best to keep quiet at this time.

Otherwise, if someone takes their anger out on you, you'll be in big trouble.

After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted in cheers.

"Tang Lin, Tang Lin, Tang Lin!"

To this day, no one knows that Tang Wulin is an imposter, posing as a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect.

He learned Disguise Art on Demon Island and is difficult to recognize.

The match didn't last long, but it was absolutely spectacular.

In an instant, everyone's evaluation of Tang Lin from the Clear Sky Sect rose to a new level.

How powerful must someone be to be able to injure Qian Gu Dong Feng? Even if they were both Limit Douluo, they might not be able to easily harm a powerhouse of the same level.

At this moment, even Erming in the stands opened his mouth wide, forgetting to eat his snacks.

Tang Wulin's performance just now was absolutely amazing.

"Girl, let her pursue this guy. He would definitely make a good partner."

Erming turned to look at Yuanen Yehui beside him and said earnestly.

Yuanen Yehui blushed. "He, he's not my type!"

She could never forget Long Yuan.

Although Tang Wulin's performance today was indeed amazing, there is still a huge gap between him and Long Yuan.

In terms of strength, Long Yuan is far superior to Tang Wulin.

In terms of physique, appearance, temperament, and so on, she is far superior to Tang Wulin.

Long Yuan was the most perfect man she had ever met.

She had met the best men; no other man could catch her eye or move her heart.

A look of doubt appeared in Erming's eyes:

"Tang Wulin isn't your type, so who could possibly win your heart? Could it be that there's someone more outstanding than this kid in the Douluo Continent?"

"Ugh, anyway, I don't like him~"

Yuanen Yehui gave a coquettish laugh and refused to say more.

Seeing her like this, Erming had no choice but to look at Tang Wulin, feeling much better.

He saw hope for the future in Tang Wulin.

The stronger Tang Wulin becomes, the greater the chance of finding the Divine Realm.

With the Divine Realm suppressing the planes, how could the Douluo Continent be in a situation of being besieged on all sides and facing frequent crises?