Douluo: As a Healer, Carrying a Sniper Rifle Is Perfectly Reasonable

It directly took away 1,500 of his skill points.

The LV3 after the 'Nine Star Hegemony Body Art' also became LV4.

"Phew~"

"This was the feeling~"

After the Nine Star Hegemony Body Art leveled up.

Luo Hao felt explosive power surging through his entire body.

His physique was at least four times stronger than before.

"As expected of a top-tier body-tempering technique. Just LV4 has already reached such a level."

"If the Nine Star Hegemony Body Art reaches LV100..."

"Then with a flick of my finger, even the God Realm will be reduced to ashes!"

"Hmph!"

Luo Hao walked down the road.

His hands clasped behind his back.

Oozing arrogance.

The villagers who had gotten up early to tend their fields.

All wore strange expressions when they saw Luo Hao acting like this.

They secretly resolved to keep their children away from him.

Lest this guy affect their intelligence.

A few days later.

Old Jack brought Luo Hao to Tang San's home.

"Little San, Grandpa's here to pick you up!"

The moment he arrived at Tang San's doorstep.

Grandpa Jack let out a loud shout from outside.

"I'm coming."

Tang San's small figure emerged from the run-down blacksmith shop.

"Little San, let's go. Grandpa will take you to awaken your martial soul." Jack smiled warmly at Tang San.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack~" Tang San thanked him politely.

But in the next moment.

Tang San spotted Luo Hao following behind Old Jack.

"Hehe, Third Brother, I can tell from your extraordinary bones that you'll definitely awaken into a powerful Soul Master."

With his hands behind his back, Luo Hao said with a chuckle.

"Thank you for your auspicious words, Boss." Tang San did not take it to heart and cupped his fists toward Luo Hao.

Luo Hao was immensely pleased with himself.

But before he could react.

He received a flick on the forehead.

"You brat, you won't learn anything good, but you insist on picking up this nonsense."

"Tang San is the only good child in our village, and you've gone and ruined him!"

"You, you, you really make me furious!!"

Old Jack pointed at Luo Hao and gave him a thorough scolding.

Old Jack was exhausted.

A perfectly good Tang San.

Had been led astray by his own grandson.

What was he supposed to do about this?

"Grandpa, I..."

Luo Hao clutched his head, feeling utterly wronged.

It did not hurt at all, but it was still infuriating.

"Grandpa Jack, Boss Luo Hao is really amazing," Tang San spoke up to defend Luo Hao.

"I raised him with my own two hands!"

"He's amazing my ass!"

"I know exactly what he's capable of!"

Old Jack blew his beard and glared.

Tang San could only lower his head, awkwardly keeping quiet.

He had not expected it.

Old Jack, who had always been kind and amiable, with manners as refined as a gentleman's.

Had actually been driven over the edge by Boss Luo Hao so quickly.

The three of them soon arrived at the Spirit Hall in the center of the village.

Entering the Spirit Hall.

They saw that eight children had already gathered inside.

Tang San and he were the last to arrive.

And Luo Hao knew all eight of those little brats.

Because he remembered beating every one of them up.

The one standing at the very front.

Was Five Fatty, who loved tattling the most and had been beaten black and blue by him several times.

Apart from those eight.

There was also a young man inside the Spirit Hall, around twenty-something years old and dressed in gaudy clothes.

"Good heavens!"

"Blacksmith Tang Hao!"

"Indestructible Su Yuntao!"

"The novel really didn't lie to me!"

Having finally met these legendary figures.

Luo Hao could not help but feel solemn admiration!

"Boss!"

"Boss, Boss!"

The moment the eight children saw Luo Hao arrive.

They hurriedly ran out and greeted Luo Hao.

Naturally, Luo Hao ignored them.

He followed Old Jack into the Spirit Hall.

Su Yuntao's gaze also turned in their direction.

"Hello, esteemed Battle Soul Master. We'll have to trouble you this time." Old Jack stepped forward first and respectfully bowed to Su Yuntao.

"I don't have much time. Let's begin now." Su Yuntao held no expectations for children from such poor mountain villages, so he was somewhat impatient.

"Alright, children. This is a Battle Soul Master from Nuoding City. You must cooperate properly. Grandpa hopes that one of you will become a Soul Master!" Old Jack gave the children an encouraging look.

"Alright, alright. You say that every year, old man. Becoming a Soul Master isn't that easy." Su Yuntao said impatiently.

At those words, Old Jack's expression dimmed.

Shaking his head, he left the Spirit Hall.

Su Yuntao then looked at the children.

His gaze was much gentler toward them.

Although he did not hold much hope, if even one of them became a Soul Master, it would still benefit him.

"Alright, Master, hurry up and begin. I can't wait any longer!"

Luo Hao stepped forward directly and urged him on.

Seeing a little brat walk over with his hands behind his back, putting on the airs of a little adult, Su Yuntao found it rather amusing.

"Oh? What's your name?" Su Yuntao became interested at once.

Children from poor villages like this.

Whenever they saw him, they were always filled with awe and respect.

This was the first time he had seen one this bold.

"My name is Luo Hao. One day, I'm going to become a Titled Douluo!" Luo Hao declared proudly.

Su Yuntao's mouth twitched when he heard the little brat's grand boast.

But he had no interest in arguing with a child, so he merely said, "Fine, then you go first."

As he spoke, Su Yuntao took six pitch-black round stones and a crystal ball from his backpack.

Then he suddenly roared, "Lone Wolf!! Possess!!"

At once, Su Yuntao's body rapidly swelled.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a huge wolfhound with green light glowing from its eyes.

"Ah!!"

The little children saw this scene.

They immediately screamed in fright and hurriedly hid behind Luo Hao.

Although Tang San did not show any fear, his entire body had gone tense with vigilance.

Only Luo Hao

showed not the slightest hint of fear or nervousness. Instead, he even wore an intrigued expression.