A Titled Douluo in His Twenties?

At that moment, the entire place fell deathly silent.

Dai Mubai and the other four stood frozen in place as if struck by a binding spell, their pupils trembling and their faces filled with disbelief.

What had they just seen?

In their eyes, the incomparably powerful vice dean, the Soul Sage-level expert, Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King, was being pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by that suddenly appearing fiery-red figure like a human punching bag!

There was no dazzling clash of soul skills, no prolonged struggle—only the simplest, most brutal, and most terrifying suppression through absolute power!

Every punch landed with a dull impact and a faint tremor through the ground, striking heavily against the hearts of everyone present.

"Gulp."

Ma Hongjun swallowed with difficulty. The fat on his face trembled, and he seemed to have forgotten the pain from Xiao Wu throwing him earlier, leaving only boundless horror.

"D-Dai Laoda, I'm not dreaming, am I? Teacher Zhao is actually being..."

Dai Mubai's face darkened, his mismatched eyes filled with shock and a trace of barely perceptible humiliation.

The strength he had been so proud of was utterly insignificant before Tang San, while the academy backer he relied on, Vice Dean Zhao Wuji, was now being publicly ravaged without any ability to fight back.

The stark contrast made him clench his fists until his knuckles turned white.

"T-This senior is way too fierce, isn't he? He beat Teacher Zhao down without even using a soul skill."

The sausage in Oscar's hand nearly fell to the ground. His mouth hung wide enough to fit an egg, and his face was full of terror.

Ning Rongrong's lively eyes gleamed with curiosity and excitement.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had seen quite a few powerful experts, but this was the first time she had seen someone so domineering and direct.

For a moment, her thoughts became active. If she could recruit this powerful expert into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, her father would surely praise her.

As for Zhu Zhuqing, who stood at the edge, her cool face remained expressionless, but violent waves had risen in her deep, beautiful eyes.

Her gaze remained fixed on that fiery-red figure.

Strong—far too strong!

The crushing pressure brought by such pure strength made her heart tremble violently.

By comparison, Dai Mubai, her fiancé in name, had been flaunting his power over a minor verbal dispute just moments ago, only to be easily subdued by the other party's disciple in the blink of an eye.

And now, the vice dean of their academy was being pounded like a dead dog.

She had already been disappointed by Dai Mubai's tendency to run away, but now that disappointment had almost solidified into icy coldness.

Following such a useless man, she could see no hope whatsoever of defeating her sister and Dai Weisi.

Yet this violent and powerful red figure before her was like a ray of light tearing through the darkness, allowing her to feel a faint but genuine flutter and longing amid endless coldness.

If she could possess such power, or receive the protection of this powerful expert, she would no longer have to live in fear.

"Bang!"

With the final punch, Zhao Wuji was nearly embedded in the dirt, his face bruised and swollen and his clothes tattered all over.

There was no trace left of the Immovable Bright King's former majesty.

After withdrawing his fist, Lin Mu slowly rose. The flames around him receded, and not a single Soul Ring appeared on his body. There was only that awe-inspiring crimson armor, radiating a suffocating sense of pressure.

From beginning to end, Zhao Wuji had not dared to use his Martial Soul Avatar. Since Lin Mu had not displayed any Soul Rings, he strongly suspected that this man was a Titled Douluo.

Otherwise, there was simply no explanation for why his strength was so terrifying.

Once he used his Martial Soul Avatar, it would mean fighting this Titled Douluo to the death. He had no chance whatsoever of surviving.

Therefore, he could only pray that this powerful figure would spare his life after venting his anger.

"Immovable Bright King, huh? You can take a beating pretty well."

At this point, Zhao Wuji did not even have the strength to move a finger. His insides churned violently, and every bone in his body felt as though it had fallen apart.

He struggled to raise his head and looked at the towering figure before him, his eyes filled with terror. He had no doubt that if the other party had wanted to kill him just now, he would already be a corpse.

"S-Senior, spare my life..."

Zhao Wuji's voice was hoarse and pleading. "I-I failed to recognize your greatness and offended your disciple. I'll never dare to do it again."

Circumstances were stronger than he was; he had no choice but to lower his head.

Having spent many years in the world of Soul Masters, he knew exactly what to do when he had kicked an iron plate.

After confirming that Zhao Wuji was no longer a threat, Lin Mu exited his Armor Integration state. The instant the armor vanished, everyone except Tang San and Xiao Wu stood stunned in place.

The figure that had been concealed beneath the armor was fully revealed.

His short dark-brown hair was neat and stylish, his features sharply defined, his nose high and straight, and his eyes bright and deep. He looked young, yet carried a steadiness and sharpness that did not match his age.

"He's actually so young!"

In that instant, this was the only thought in their minds.

In Dai Mubai and the others' eyes, someone capable of completely overwhelming Teacher Zhao had to be at least an exceptionally powerful Soul Douluo, perhaps even a Titled Douluo.

Yet none of them had expected him to truly be so young. He looked to be barely in his early twenties.

"A Titled Douluo in his twenties?"

At the thought, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun went pale and instinctively retreated several steps.

If this man wanted to deal with them, they would have no chance to resist at all. Even the forces behind them would offer little deterrence.

Lin Mu entered the inn. He was in no hurry to deal with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, instead walking straight toward Tang San.

At this moment, blood seeped from the corner of Tang San's mouth, and he could barely remain standing even with Xiao Wu supporting him.

"Tang San, are you alright?"

Tang San shook his head, his eyes full of reverence and gratitude as he looked at Lin Mu. "Master, I'm fine. I'll recover after regulating my breathing for a while."

He now had a clearer understanding of his master's strength. A Soul Sage-level expert had been so utterly helpless before him.

"Tang San, this pill will heal your injuries."

Lin Mu took out an emerald-green pill from his Storage Bracelet and handed it to Xiao Wu. With Xiao Wu's help, Tang San swallowed the pill.

Before the old apothecary passed away, Lin Mu had learned herbal knowledge from him. Combined with the alchemy techniques he had obtained from Tang San, he had learned how to refine pills after conducting some research.

Besides the alchemy techniques, Lin Mu had also obtained the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track movement technique and created an entirely new movement technique by combining it with the power of wind.

Even without using Tuo Na Duo of Hurricane, his speed far surpassed that of other Soul Sages.

It was worth mentioning that Tuo Na Duo of Hurricane had been successfully unlocked when the main quest's completion rate reached twenty percent.

At present, the main quest's completion rate had exceeded thirty-eight percent. Besides Tuo Na Duo of Hurricane, he had also received two levels of Soul Power and an increase of ten thousand years to the age of any Soul Ring.

Without these rewards, Lin Mu would not have cultivated to level seventy so smoothly.

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