Tang Ya

For fuck's sake! I was already a Limit Douluo, yet they still ordered me around like this. Did they really think I was made of clay?!

Even if I really were made of clay, I'd be made of cement—soft at first, hard afterward!

Having figured this out, Na Nali looked at the Sparkling Water in her hands. Her expression instantly shifted between light and dark, and she had the urge to throw the bottles straight onto the ground.

But after thinking it over for a long while, she ultimately didn't dare throw them away. She was a Limit Douluo, but weren't Nahida and Sirin as well?

If they abandoned all pretense and ganged up on her together, wouldn't she have to drop to her knees at lightning speed?

"Also, there's the matter of whether the method Fors planted in me has truly failed."

That was what worried Na Nali the most. The reason she had submitted to Fors in the first place was because Fors had planted something inside her!

She rubbed the skin beneath her collarbone, where the searing pain from her past torment seemed to linger.

Even after becoming a Limit Douluo, she still couldn't be completely certain whether that method had failed—Fors was simply far too strange.

"I need to find an opportunity to test it. Come to think of it, Nahida seems to possess some methods for controlling restrictions. Should I provoke her first and see?"

The instant that thought emerged, she ruthlessly snuffed it out. Only upon truly reaching the Limit Douluo stage could one better understand the gap at this stage.

"The pressure Nahida gives me is no less than what Ghost Emperor gave me back then. In other words, she's a Quasi-God. Provoking her casually is far too dangerous."

As for Sirin?

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