Instruction · Experiment

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dull thuds echoed incessantly through the forest, and the culprits were none other than Wang Chuan and his companion.

At this moment, Wang Chuan was demanding that Zhao Wuji refrain from using his True Body Armor, forcing him to control his spirit power and engage in raw, primitive hand-to-hand combat so that, through the collision of their ki, Zhao Wuji could understand what Haki truly was.

But gradually, a look of displeasure appeared on Wang Chuan's face.

Through his Observation Haki, Wang Chuan could sense that Zhao Wuji's fists were filled with a chaotic mess of emotions.

It had reached the point where he wasn't even focusing while training with him!

Wang Chuan was so annoyed he couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn it! Is my fist that soft, that you can't even concentrate?

It seems I need to teach you that if a gentleman isn't serious, he won't be respected!

Clench your teeth, you bastard!"

Following the reprimand.

Wang Chuan punched straight through Zhao Wuji's defense, slamming hard into his cheek and sending him flying through the air.

Zhao Wuji lost the ability to fight; the winner, Wang Chuan!

Wang Chuan walked slowly toward Zhao Wuji.

Although that punch had been a bit heavy, Wang Chuan felt he had controlled the force well—it would definitely leave him dazed but not brain-damaged.

As he was gradually enveloped by a shadow, Zhao Wuji finally snapped out of the daze caused by Wang Chuan's punch.

Wang Chuan asked indifferently, "Old Zhao, tell me, what were you daydreaming about just now? Haki cultivation does not allow for distraction."

Immediately, Wang Chuan saw the hesitation in Zhao Wuji's eyes and raised his fist, which was coated in Armament Haki.

"Speak up, don't dawdle!

Otherwise, I'll have to make you understand what a 'fist of love' is and correct that wandering mind of yours!"

Looking at the fist that made his scalp tingle just from the coating of Armament Haki, Zhao Wuji's eyes instantly cleared up.

He hurriedly waved his hands in surrender.

"Don't! Don't! Boss! I'll talk, I'll talk, okay!"

Afterward, Zhao Wuji honestly confessed the reason for his distraction.

It turned out that because he had received so many favors and benefits from Wang Chuan, the honest and loyal Zhao Wuji felt deeply indebted and was thinking about how he could help Wang Chuan.

Finally, Zhao Wuji looked at Wang Chuan with excitement and fervor, arguing his point.

"Boss, I know that a man like you must have your own ambitions!

Just now, I thought of a great idea.

Since we can cultivate the power of Haki through our physical bodies, why don't we establish a sect of our own?

I believe that with your talent, Boss, your Haki will surely reach the level of a Title Douluo in the future. By then, you'll be one of the few big shots on the Douluo Continent!"

Wang Chuan fell into a brief silence, dumbfounded.

He looked completely shocked by Zhao Wuji's words.

At the same time, Wang Chuan questioned himself internally.

Ambition?

Me?

Don't I just want to be strong enough to protect myself on the Douluo Continent and live a free and easy life?

What the hell is this about starting a sect!?

Wang Chuan immediately put on a mask of agony, rubbed his temples in a headache, and spoke earnestly to Zhao Wuji.

"You're thinking too far ahead, Old Zhao.

Setting aside everything else, even if I reached the strength of a Title Douluo in the future and actually established a sect, this power—which is distinct from spirit power—would definitely be feared by the major factions. If everyone mastered Haki, it would shake the very foundation of their rule through spirit power.

We wouldn't even need the strongest Martial Soul Hall to make a move; the Upper Three Sects would surely wipe us out just to secure their status and satisfy their greed for our Haki cultivation method.

So, stop thinking about these useless things. Staying alive is more important than anything else."

Wang Chuan's words hit the nail on the head, instantly sobering Zhao Wuji up.

Although Zhao Wuji had never met the "people" of the Upper Three Sects.

As someone who had climbed up from the very bottom, he was all too familiar with the extortion and bullying common among ordinary spirit master factions.

Thinking about how he had wanted to help Wang Chuan but had such a massive blind spot, Zhao Wuji felt a pang of self-reproach, hurriedly apologized to Wang Chuan, and cursed his own short-sightedness.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji secretly swore that he must train hard and become a man who could actually be of help to Wang Chuan.

If he could also grow into a Title Douluo-level existence in the future, he would definitely push Wang Chuan to an even higher position!

Wang Chuan had no reason to doubt this, so he continued to let Zhao Wuji practice his Haki.

However, during a break, Zhao Wuji asked curiously.

"Boss, I know what a gentleman means; those nobles always like to call themselves that, so it must mean someone of noble status, right?

But what did you mean just now by 'if one is not heavy, one will not be imposing'?"

Wang Chuan nodded subconsciously upon hearing this; the term gentleman really wasn't something just anyone was qualified to use, and describing it as a noble status wasn't far off.

He had only said it because it felt appropriate at the time, and he hadn't expected Zhao Wuji to actually ask about it.

As for what "if one is not heavy, one will not be imposing" meant.

Wang Chuan raised his fist, looking at Zhao Wuji with burning eyes, and said.

"Heh, what do you think it means?

In the entire Douluo Continent, strength is respected, so what do you think it means?"

Zhao Wuji gave an awkward laugh, and combined with his recent experience, he understood the meaning of the words.

If a gentleman hits someone and his fist isn't heavy, how can he use power to establish his prestige?

After realizing this, Zhao Wuji felt even more reverence for Wang Chuan; compared to a rough brute like himself who made typos even when writing, his boss was truly cultured!

Because of the enhancement from two Spirit Bones, Zhao Wuji's overall physical strength had already reached the threshold of a Soul Emperor.

With this foundation, it took Zhao Wuji less than a day to skillfully master the first stage of Haki: hardening.

As for the advanced stages of flow, projection, and internal destruction, Wang Chuan hadn't taught him those yet.

The former had been automatically mastered because Zhao Wuji possessed the spirit skill Vajra Palm.

The latter required a higher intensity of Armament Haki.

Therefore, for the next period of time, Zhao Wuji spent every day punching thick, hard mountain rocks.

While enduring the pain of hard collisions, he constantly tempered his will, and the intensity of his Armament Haki naturally rose.

As for Wang Chuan, he went off to conduct experiments.

After all, the main issue for Zhao Wuji wanting to absorb a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring was his mental strength; his physical strength had long since met the requirements.

As for how to measure whether Zhao Wuji could withstand the mental attack of a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast, Wang Chuan already had a plan.

Zhao Wuji had just mastered Armament Haki.

Wang Chuan tested its intensity and found it was barely at the level of a high-tier Spirit Ancestor, which didn't match his physical strength at all.

In other words, Zhao Wuji's will was not yet strong enough to fully unleash the power of his body's Haki.

Because the strength of the physique determines the quantity of Haki, while the strength of the mind determines the quality of Haki.

Using himself as a reference, Wang Chuan judged that this level of Mental Power might not be enough to resist a Soul Shock.

So, for the sake of safety, Wang Chuan planned to use some Spirit Beasts to test the standard of soul strength, to prevent Zhao Wuji from falling short at the most critical step.