Yura Yura Yura!!!

However, Wang Chuan glanced at the Titan Golden Python and, after a moment of thought, decided not to take its life immediately, instead asking Wang Lie a question.

"Grandfather, what level do you think this soul beast's strength is, compared to the soul masters in our clan?"

Although Wang Lie did not know why Wang Chuan was asking this, he still replied.

"What level, you ask?

For a soul beast like this, even in the main branch, it would require those core members who have all attached sub-dragon soul rings with lightning attributes at the late Soul Elder stage to contend with it.

Those slightly weaker would likely need the strength of a Soul Ancestor.

And if we are talking about clansmen from the ordinary branch, then at the very least, they would need the strength of a late-stage Soul Ancestor.

But why are you asking this?"

In the end, Wang Lie felt that something was not quite right, and unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked directly.

Wang Chuan nodded thoughtfully but did not answer, instead asking another question.

"Then Grandfather, what do you think of my physical fitness just now?"

Wang Lie stated his previous judgment: it was comparable to a peak Soul Ancestor from their branch.

As for why he didn't compare it to the main branch? Was that even something Wang Lie could gauge? He could only judge the corresponding combat power based on his past experience.

Having obtained the answer he wanted, the corners of Wang Chuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he began to do some warm-up exercises.

At the same time, he answered Wang Lie's question.

"I see.

Then, in a moment, could you please release it? I've been training for so long, and I want to truly test what level I'm at.

A Titan Golden Python of equivalent strength is the perfect sparring partner."

Out of concern for his junior, Wang Lie instinctively refused Wang Chuan's request.

But Wang Chuan reassured him.

"What are you worried about, Grandfather?

With you watching, what danger could there possibly be?

Besides, you don't really think that you, a dignified Soul Saint, can't control a thousand-year soul beast, do you?

The fact that it almost found an opening just now must have been because you were careless; it couldn't be that you're actually lacking in energy and can't handle it anymore, right?

If that's truly the case, then I don't have to practice.

But you know as well as I do that if a soul master doesn't experience real combat, they will never grow."

The more Wang Lie heard, the more wrong the later part sounded.

What did he mean by "can't handle it"? Don't look at him as being over seventy; he could still stand tall every morning when he woke up!

So, Wang Lie immediately refused to accept it, stiffening his neck as he retorted.

"You little brat! What do you mean your grandfather can't handle it?

If you want to practice, then practice! Are you ready? I'm going to let this thing go!

Starting off with such a high-difficulty opponent, aren't you afraid of getting beaten to a pulp? But if you want to try, then try! Your grandfather will definitely be able to protect you!"

Seeing this, Wang Chuan chuckled.

Plan successful.

At this moment, Wang Chuan had finished his warm-up. He touched his hands together, coating them in a pitch-black color, and said confidently.

"Don't worry, Grandfather, you can let it go. By the way, let me show you a little trick I've been tinkering with."

Looking at the Armament Haki on Wang Chuan's hands, Wang Lie was shocked once again.

But for a moment, he couldn't quite understand it.

This grandson, who had once been considered a cripple, had managed to develop a self-created soul skill and possessed such terrifying physical strength without anyone knowing.

Could this be a waste? This was a monster!

Wang Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes locked firmly onto the Titan Golden Python.

Just as he had said, he wanted to test his own strength.

Because in the inheritance, the level of Zephyr was too high; he had no idea what his own standard was.

In the real world, only by truly fighting could Wang Chuan know exactly what level he occupied in the extraordinary food chain of this world.

After all, one cannot become a true powerhouse by working behind closed doors.

Besides, it was also because he had been stifled in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for far too long.

He clearly possessed such powerful cultivation methods as the Six Styles and Haki.

But because he had to guard against the covetousness and schemes of villains like Yu Xiaogang, Wang Chuan had been suppressing his true strength.

Because even if Wang Chuan were arrogant, he didn't think that he could currently take on the Title Douluo behind Yu Xiaogang, nor those Soul Douluo powerhouses.

After all, no matter how much Douluo Continent is considered the "sewer" of fantasy, it is still a fantasy world.

Not being able to punch through a city wall is just a joke; the fact that Qian Renxue and Tang San can fight inside magma shows just how terrifying top-tier powerhouses are.

And while Haki is strong, it comes from the low-fantasy world of One Piece; although its peak combat power might be able to trade blows with this side, it is not something I can compare myself to at the moment.

After all, the strength of Haki is also tied to one's own physical body.

And Wang Chuan is currently a mere twelve-year-old boy, still a long way from reaching his physical peak.

Having power but being unable to use it—how could Wang Chuan, who possesses such strength and a rising urge to kill, not feel frustrated?

As for whether Wang Chuan's thoughts are too extreme given that they are all members of the same clan?

Having been baptized by the internet era of his past life, Wang Chuan understands all too well what so-called family affection really is.

While there are certainly good people among them, like Grandpa Wang Lie.

But there are far more bastards who pursue profit by any means necessary.

Therefore, within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Wang Chuan has always used the bare minimum of his strength just to maintain his survival.

But such a life is too stifling.

Thus, since the Titan Golden Python is doomed to die anyway, Wang Chuan decided to make good use of its remaining value.

After all, Wang Chuan still considers himself a good person in a broad sense, so he hasn't killed innocents at will along the way due to his inner impulses.

And with this Titan Golden Python attacking him first, the cause and effect of a life-or-death struggle between them is just perfect!

Wang Lie naturally does not know about Wang Chuan's internal monologue.

Seeing that Wang Chuan was ready, he moved his mind and released the water soul skill that was binding the Titan Golden Python.

In an instant, the Titan Golden Python, having regained its freedom, had no desire to fight; it twisted its massive snake body and tried to flee quickly.

Wang Chuan admitted that the creature was fast, but he tapped his feet and vanished from his spot in an instant.

Six Styles: Shave!

In a flash, Wang Chuan appeared directly in front of the Titan Golden Python.

Clearly, Wang Chuan was faster.

The Titan Golden Python hissed, knowing it couldn't dodge, so its body—which had been swaying and moving rapidly—changed, coiling up like a spring.

It curled into a ball, then instantly sprang outward, transforming into a golden streak of light that charged straight at Wang Chuan at high speed.

At this moment, the description of the Titan Golden Python surfaced in Wang Chuan's mind.

This soul beast has two major killing moves in its early stages; one is this "Snake Kiss," which relies on compressing its own muscles for an instantaneous burst of power.

Weak soul beasts would be swallowed in one bite.

Stronger ones would be severely injured by this massive, explosive force.

But Wang Chuan did not dodge or evade; he thought to himself that this was perfect—he was just looking to chew on a hard bone!

In an instant, the muscles in Wang Chuan's right arm knotted, and Armament Haki covered his entire right arm.

Black Arm Style: Intentional Bombing Fist!

As Wang Chuan threw his punch with ferocity, the Titan Golden Python sensed something was wrong; its original plan to use its fangs to severely injure Wang Chuan vanished instantly.

Instead, it quickly closed its mouth and lowered its head, exposing the sharp horn on its crown, hoping to use piercing force to injure Wang Chuan in a different way.

Wang Chuan did not dodge or evade, slamming his fist, which had gathered the full power of his body, into it.

The ground beneath his feet cracked instantly.

But Wang Chuan felt not a hint of panic; instead, his eyes lit up with excitement because the opponent was actually able to contend with the power of his punch!

The Titan Golden Python, however, was completely bewildered.

It felt as if it hadn't collided with a human fist, but rather the stone wall it had foolishly rammed into during its youth.

The pain was heart-wrenching!

But before the Titan Golden Python could even cry out, because of its unique way of exerting force, it had no power left after being blocked head-on by Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan didn't use any other flashy techniques.

After stopping the Titan Golden Python, he turned his fist into a palm, grabbed the snake's head, and smashed it fiercely into the ground.

In an instant, dust billowed everywhere.

Wang Chuan didn't mind the filth; a flash of bloodthirsty brutality, suppressed for many years, appeared in his eyes as he clenched his left fist.

Black Arm Style: Shotgun Barrage!!!

ORA ORA ORA!!!