"This goose really isn't simple!"
In the resting area, Tang Wulin's gaze remained fixed on Big White Goose's retreating figure, a barely perceptible flicker passing through her eyes.
The battle had ended so quickly that no one could react in time. From Lu Xingyu summoning his Martial Soul and gathering Soul Power to launch an attack, to Big White Goose counterattacking with lightning speed, the entire process had not even lasted two minutes.
In those brief hundred-odd seconds, a dignified Title Douluo had suffered such a miserable defeat—he had not even had time to summon his Battle Armor before victory and defeat were decided.
Most of the spectators believed Lu Xingyu's loss had resulted from a moment of carelessness. He had underestimated the seemingly docile Big White Goose and been caught off guard, his defenses shattered in an instant, leaving him in the embarrassing state of having several feathers plucked from his head.
But Tang Wulin saw more deeply. She clearly realized that this had not been a lucky accident, but the result of near-crushing absolute suppression.
She could not help recalling her brief clash with Big White Goose in the Ten Thousand Beast Platform. Back then, its seemingly casual strike had effortlessly pierced through the Dragon Scale defense she had been so proud of. Its overwhelming attack power still left her with lingering fear.
By that reasoning, if Big White Goose had held even the slightest malicious intent just now, Lu Xingyu would not merely have lost a few strands of hair. His skull would likely have been shattered, and his life hanging by a thread.
There were three especially troublesome aspects to Big White Goose:
First was its indestructible body. As a creation of metal, its hardness was beyond question.
Second was its extremely high elemental resistance.
Third,