Yura Yura Yura!!!

However, after glancing at the Titan Golden Python and thinking for a moment, Wang Chuan did not immediately take its life. Instead, he asked Wang Lie.

"Grandpa, compared to the Spirit Masters in our clan, what level do you think this Spirit Beast is at?"

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

"What level?

For a Spirit Beast like this, only late-stage Soul Elders from the main branch, those who have all added thunder-attributed Sub-Dragon Spirit Rings, could contend with it.

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

And if they were ordinary clan members from the branch lines, they would likely need to be at least late-stage Soul Ancestors.

But why are you asking this?"

In the end, Wang Lie felt that something was off. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked directly.

Wang Chuan nodded thoughtfully, but did not answer. Instead, he asked another question.

"Then, Grandpa, what did you think of my physical condition just now?"

Wang Lie gave his assessment from earlier: it was comparable to the peak Soul Ancestors of their branch line.

As for why he did not mention the main branch? Was that something Wang Lie could possibly know? He could only judge the corresponding combat strength based on past experience.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Wang Chuan's lips curved slightly as he began warming up.

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

"Is that so?

Then, Grandpa, please let it go in a moment. I've trained for so long, and I want to properly test what level I'm really at.

A Titan Golden Python with strength comparable to mine is the perfect training target."

Out of an elder's concern, Wang Lie instinctively refused Wang Chuan's request.

But Wang Chuan reassured him.

"What are you worried about, Grandpa?

With you watching over me, what danger could there be?

Surely you don't think that a dignified Soul Saint like you can't control a thousand-year Spirit Beast?

It nearly found an opening just now because you were careless, right? Don't tell me your energy has truly failed you in your old age.

If that's really the case, your grandson doesn't have to train after all.

But you know as well as I do that if a Spirit Master never experiences real slaughter, he won't grow."

The more Wang Lie listened, the more wrong it sounded.

What did he mean, Wang Lie could not do it? He might be over seventy, but every morning, he could still pitch a tent!

Wang Lie immediately blew up, craning his neck as he retorted.

"You little bastard! What do you mean, I can't do it?

If you want to train, then train. Are you ready? I'm letting this thing go!

Starting with something this difficult, aren't you afraid it'll beat the shit out of you? But if you want to try, go ahead. Your grandpa can definitely protect you!"

Seeing this, Wang Chuan chuckled.

Just as planned.

By then, Wang Chuan had finished warming up. His hands collided and turned jet-black as he said.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. You can let it go now. And while we're at it, let me show you the little thing I came up with."

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

Yet for the moment, he could not make sense of it.

This adopted grandson of his, once considered useless, had secretly developed a Self-Created Soul Skill and possessed such a terrifying physique.

Could this be called useless? This was a monster!

Wang Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, then fixed his eyes firmly on the Titan Golden Python.

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

Zephyr's level in the inheritance was far too high, so Wang Chuan had no idea where he himself stood.

Only by truly fighting in the real world could Wang Chuan learn exactly what position he occupied in this world's extraordinary food chain.

After all, no true powerhouse could emerge from shutting oneself away.

More importantly, he had been stifled for far too long in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He had clearly mastered powerful training methods like the Six Styles and Haki.

Yet because he had to guard against the covetous schemes and hidden attacks of petty people like Yu Xiaogang, Wang Chuan had always restricted how much of his strength he displayed.

Because no matter how arrogant Wang Chuan was, he did not believe that his current self could defeat the Title Douluo behind Yu Xiaogang, let alone those Soul Douluo powerhouses.

After all, no matter how low-tier Douluo Continent might be among fantasy worlds, it was still a fantasy world.

Not being able to break through city walls was merely a joke. The fact that Qian Renxue and Tang San could fight to the death in magma showed just how terrifying the top experts were.

Though Haki was powerful, it came from the relatively low-powered fantasy world of One Piece. Peak fighters there might be able to contend with Douluo Continent's experts, but that was not something he could even dream of challenging right now.

After all, the strength of one's Haki was tied to one's own body.

And Wang Chuan was only a twelve-year-old boy, still far from reaching physical maturity.

Having strength but being unable to use it—how could Wang Chuan, whose killing intent stirred with the power in his hands, not feel miserable?

As for whether Wang Chuan's thoughts were too extreme, considering they were all members of the same clan?

Having endured the baptism of the internet age in his previous life, Wang Chuan understood all too well what so-called family affection really was.

There were certainly good people among them, like Grandpa Wang Lie.

But there were even more bastards who pursued profit by any means necessary.

Thus, within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Wang Chuan had always maintained his survival with the bare minimum of strength.

But such a life was far too stifling.

Therefore, since the Titan Golden Python was doomed to die anyway, Wang Chuan decided to make full use of its remaining value.

After all, Wang Chuan still considered himself a good person in the broad sense, so he had not indiscriminately slaughtered innocents along the way because of the impulses in his heart.

And with the Titan Golden Python having attacked first, the cause and effect of their life-or-death struggle could not have been more fitting!

Naturally, Wang Lie knew nothing of Wang Chuan's inner rationalizations.

Seeing that Wang Chuan was ready, he willed it and dispelled the water Soul Skill binding the Titan Golden Python.

The instant it regained its freedom, the Titan Golden Python had no intention of fighting. It twisted its enormous body and tried to flee at high speed.

Wang Chuan admitted that it was fast, but with several rapid taps of his feet, he vanished from where he stood.

Six Styles: Shave!

In an instant, Wang Chuan appeared directly before the Titan Golden Python.

Clearly, Wang Chuan was faster.

The Titan Golden Python hissed. Knowing it could not evade him, its body, which had been swaying from side to side as it sped along, suddenly changed.

It curled into a ball like a spring, then instantly launched itself outward, transforming into a streak of golden light as it charged straight at Wang Chuan.

At that moment, Wang Chuan recalled the descriptions of the Titan Golden Python.

In its early stage, this Spirit Beast had two great killing moves. One was this snake strike, which compressed its muscles before releasing them in an instant.

Weaker Spirit Beasts would be swallowed whole.

Stronger ones would be severely injured by the explosive force.

Yet Wang Chuan neither dodged nor retreated. Perfect. I was just looking to bite into a hard bone!

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

Black Arm Style: Intentional Bombing Fist!

As Wang Chuan threw his fist without hesitation, the Titan Golden Python sensed something was wrong. Its original plan to grievously wound Wang Chuan with the fangs in its mouth vanished at once.

Instead, it swiftly shut its jaws and lowered its head, exposing the horn atop its head as it tried to grievously wound Wang Chuan through piercing instead.

Wang Chuan neither dodged nor retreated, smashing forth with a punch that carried the full force of his body.

The ground beneath his feet cracked apart in an instant.

Yet Wang Chuan was not panicked in the slightest. Instead, excitement flared in his eyes at the fact that his opponent could actually contend with the strength of his fist!

The Titan Golden Python, meanwhile, was utterly dumbfounded.

It felt as though it had not crashed into a human fist, but into the rock wall it had foolishly rammed as a young snake.

The pain pierced straight to its heart!

But before the Titan Golden Python could cry out in pain, its unique exertion technique had already left it with little strength after Wang Chuan blocked its first charge head-on.

Wang Chuan did not use any fancy tricks.

After halting the Titan Golden Python, he changed his fist into a palm, seized its snake head, and viciously slammed it into the ground.

Dust spread in every direction.

Wang Chuan did not mind the dirt. A bloodthirsty savagery born from years of suppression surfaced in his eyes as his left fist clenched.

Black Arm Style: Shotgun Barrage!!!

Yura Yura Yura!!!