Tang San's citation-laden rebuttal immediately struck a chord with countless Spirit Masters in the hall.
"That young brother is absolutely right!"
"I'm a level-thirty-five Battle Soul Elder with a strength-type Martial Soul. Even with Martial Soul Possession, I couldn't lift something weighing a thousand jin. And you're saying a bunch of five- and six-year-old kids can do it? What a load of nonsense!"
"Exactly! Su Chen's clearly run out of things to say, so now he's spouting gibberish!"
"Get off the stage! Stop insulting our intelligence!"
Yet faced with this overwhelming storm of accusations and Tang San—the favored child of Douluo's destiny—calling him out as a fraud, Su Chen merely shook his head.
"Even a frog at the bottom of a well knows the sky is vast."
"But you don't even have the courage to look up at the stars."
Su Chen ignored Tang San's shouting and struck the wooden clapper in his hand again.
The loud crack rang out, forcing the entire hall to fall silent once more.
Then Su Chen raised his eyes and looked straight at Tang San.
"You think a five- or six-year-old lifting a thousand-jin bronze cauldron is absurd? That it goes against common sense?"
"Then today, I'll tell you this: among those children training, the one you call a useless little milk baby..."
"Is only three years old."
"Why don't you take a guess?"
"If this child, who hasn't even been weaned, uses none of your so-called flashy Soul Power and relies only on his own body..."
"How heavy a cauldron could he lift?"
The question had barely left Su Chen's lips when the entire Listening Rain Pavilion fell quiet for a moment.
Then an even more unrestrained burst of laughter erupted!
"Hahaha! Three years old? That's when they can't even walk steadily or speak clearly!"
"Mr. Su, are you making fun of us?"
"A three-year-old commoner who's only ever drunk cheap wild-beast milk and doesn't have even the slightest foundation in Soul Power—what could he lift? A chamber pot? Hahaha!"
For a moment, everyone laughed so hard they doubled over, tears nearly streaming from their eyes.
To these noble Spirit Masters, it was the funniest joke in the world.
In the corner, Tang San shook his head in contempt as well, looking at Su Chen as though he were a fool.
He even seriously and carefully ran the numbers in his head.
"A three-year-old child's bones haven't fully developed, and his muscles are weak and frail."
"Even if he'd grown up eating the finest Hundred-Year Soul Beast meat and tempering his body in medicinal baths, his maximum strength wouldn't exceed twenty jin."
"And that's without even considering that this commoner child was raised on garbage-quality wild-beast milk."
With that, Tang San lifted his chin and loudly gave his answer.
"Ten jin!"
"If he uses no tricks and relies on his body alone, ten jin at most!"
"One liang more, and the weight will snap his arm bone in an instant, leaving him a cripple for life!"
Tang San spoke with complete confidence. He'd reached this precise conclusion by combining the Tang Sect's secret manuals from his past life with the invincible theories of his current teacher, Yu Xiaogang.
Many of the Spirit Masters in the hall nodded in agreement at Tang San's well-reasoned analysis.
"Ten jin is already giving him too much credit!"
"Exactly! A brat who can't even hold up his milk jar—how could he lift a cauldron?"
Yet as the people below roared with laughter and Tang San delivered his categorical verdict, Su Chen smiled from the elevated platform.
"Ten jin?"
"Is ten jin all your narrow outlook and so-called core Martial Soul knowledge can manage?"
As he spoke, Su Chen gave his folding fan a gentle wave.
"I can tell you this: that three-and-a-half-year-old little milk baby walked right up to a Bronze Cauldron weighing a thousand jin."
"He even held his beloved beast-milk jar tightly in his left hand, gulping down milk as he went."
"Then he casually reached out with his right hand and hooked it beneath one corner of the thousand-jin Bronze Cauldron."
"And then, without the slightest effort, he lifted it over his head with one hand!"
For a moment, everyone was stunned by Su Chen's account. Their expressions were beyond description.
A thousand jin?
With one hand?
While drinking milk with the other?
How was that possible!!!
But Su Chen gave them no chance to catch their breath or voice their doubts. He continued.
"And that's not all."
"The little milk baby didn't break his arm beneath the thousand-jin weight. Instead, he thought the huge cauldron was fun to hold."
"He carried the thousand-jin Bronze Cauldron in one hand and ran briskly across the open ground in Stone Village!"
"Then, still holding the giant cauldron aloft, he chased a Big Yellow Dog around the village entrance, without even getting winded!"
"Impossible!"
At the critical moment, Tang San abruptly interrupted Su Chen, sprang to his feet, and roared.
"That's absolutely impossible!"
"It completely contradicts my teacher's theories and violates the conservation of energy!"
"A three-year-old lifting a thousand jin with one hand and running briskly? How dense would his bones have to be? That kind of body is beyond anything a human could possess!"
"You're just making things up! Spouting blatant lies!"
Tang San wasn't the only one breaking down.
In a private room on the second floor, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a level-ninety-six expert, gripped the armrest of his chair so tightly the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
Even he, born with a sword bone, hadn't been able to hold a regular iron sword steady at the age of three!
And now this child could lift a thousand jin with one hand and chase a dog?
If that were true, then what did all those Titled Douluo who had cultivated bitterly for decades amount to? Useless trash?
Watching the crowd's faces twist with disbelief, Su Chen's gaze grew colder.
"Making things up?"
"You can't explain winter to a summer insect."
"In Perfect World, you don't cultivate your weak Martial Souls or hunt the Soul Rings you keep talking about."
"The first step in cultivation in that world is called the Blood Moving Realm!"
"Blood Moving means circulating all the blood in your body like rolling thunder, refining Bone Scripts and rousing Divine Radiance within your blood!"
"Through this, you seize the Fortune of heaven and earth and strengthen your body!"
"In that vast world, even an ordinary pure-blooded young creature can easily reach a hundred thousand jin of strength through nothing but physical power while in the Blood Moving Realm!"
"You Spirit Masters can't even shatter a ten-thousand-jin boulder without Martial Soul Possession. In front of those pure-blooded young creatures, you aren't even fit to be food!"
!!!
The Blood Moving Realm!
Divine Radiance!
Bone Scripts!
Pure-blooded young creatures with a hundred thousand jin of strength!
One astonishing new term and terrifying revelation after another reached the ears of the people from Douluo, leaving them almost unable to believe what they'd heard.
"And our protagonist, Shi Hao, was on the verge of death at the start."
"But in the Blood Moving Realm, he reached the extreme and could rival young pure-blooded Primordial Ferocious Beasts!"
"With one shake of his arm, he could wield a hundred thousand jin!"
"A hundred thousand jin!!!"
As that light-sounding yet mountain-heavy number left Su Chen's lips,
every sound in Listening Rain Pavilion—the din, the laughter—seemed to be sliced away in an instant. Not a whisper remained.
Everyone stood with their mouths hanging open, eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
A hundred thousand jin?
What did that even mean?
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