Tang San's Defense Crumbles, Exposing the Charlatan Storyteller!

Tang San's citation-heavy rebuttal instantly resonated with the countless Soul Elders in the hall.

"This little brother is absolutely right!"

"I'm a level thirty-five Power-type Battle Soul Elder, and if I don't use Martial Soul Possession, I can't even lift a thousand pounds. A bunch of five or six-year-old kids can lift that? What nonsense!"

"Exactly! This Su Chen clearly can't keep up his act and has started spouting gibberish!"

"Get off the stage! Stop insulting our intelligence!"

Yet, faced with this overwhelming wave of accusations and the debunking by Tang San, the child of destiny in Douluo, Su Chen merely shook his head slightly.

"A frog at the bottom of a well still knows the size of the sky above."

"But you lot don't even have the courage to look up at the stars."

Ignoring Tang San's clamor, Su Chen struck his gavel against the table once more.

The loud crack forced the entire hall into silence again.

Immediately after, Su Chen looked up and stared directly at Tang San.

"You think it's absurd and contrary to common sense for five or six-year-olds to lift a thousand-pound bronze tripod?"

"Then let this Su tell you today: among those children training, the little toddler you all consider a waste..."

"Is only three years old."

"Why don't you all take a guess?"

"If this child, who hasn't even been weaned, were to use no fancy soul power, relying solely on his physical body..."

"How heavy a tripod could he lift?"

As soon as this question was thrown out, the Listening Rain Pavilion fell silent for a brief moment.

Then, it erupted into laughter even more unbridled than before!

"Hahaha! Three years old? That's an age where they can barely walk straight or speak clearly, right?"

"Master Su, are you trying to make a fool of us?"

"A commoner three-year-old who has only drunk low-quality beast milk and has no foundation of soul power—what could he lift? A chamber pot? Hahaha!"

For a time, the crowd laughed until they were bent double, tears nearly streaming from their eyes.

In the eyes of these noble soul masters, this was simply the most ridiculous joke under heaven.

In the corner, Tang San shook his head with equal disdain, looking at Su Chen as if he were looking at a fool.

He even calculated it seriously and earnestly in his mind.

"A three-year-old child has bones that haven't fully developed, and muscles that are incredibly frail."

"Even if he grew up eating top-tier century-old soul beast meat and underwent medicinal baths to temper his body, his limit would never exceed twenty pounds."

"Let alone a commoner child raised on trashy beast milk?"

Thinking of this, Tang San lifted his chin and loudly gave his answer:

"Ten pounds!"

"If he uses no tricks and relies solely on his physical body, ten pounds is the absolute maximum!"

"Any more than that, and it would instantly snap the bones in his arms, turning him into a complete cripple!"

Tang San's words were filled with confidence, as this was the most precise conclusion he had derived by combining the secret manuals of the Tang Sect from his past life with the invincible theories of his current teacher, Yu Xiaogang.

Hearing Tang San's well-reasoned analysis, many soul masters in the hall nodded in agreement.

"Ten pounds is being generous to him!"

"Exactly, a little brat who can't even hold a milk jar—what is he going to use to lift a tripod?"

However, faced with the raucous laughter of the crowd and Tang San's ironclad assertion, Su Chen, standing on the high platform, smiled.

"Ten pounds?"

"Is your vision and your so-called core knowledge of Martial Souls limited to a mere ten pounds?"

At this, Su Chen gently waved the folding fan in his hand.

"What this Su can tell you is that the three-and-a-half-year-old toddler walked straight up to a thousand-pound bronze tripod."

"His left hand was still clutching his beloved milk jar, and he was busy gulping down milk."

"His right hand reached out casually, hooking onto the corner of that thousand-pound bronze tripod."

"And then, just like that, without any effort, he lifted it over his head with one hand!"

Hearing Su Chen's explanation, the crowd was instantly stunned, their expressions a sight to behold.

A thousand pounds?

One-handed?

And his left hand was still drinking milk?

How is this possible!!!

However, Su Chen did not give them a chance to catch their breath or voice their doubts, continuing his tale:

"And that is not all."

"Not only did the little milk-toddler not have his arms crushed while lifting the thousand-jin cauldron, but he actually found the massive vessel quite fun to hold."

"He hoisted that thousand-jin bronze cauldron with a single hand and sprinted across the open ground of Stone Village as if he were walking on air!"

"Then, still holding the massive cauldron aloft, he chased a large yellow dog all around the village, running without even breaking a sweat!"

"Impossible!"

At the critical moment, Tang San abruptly interrupted Su Chen, standing up first and roaring:

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"It completely contradicts my teacher's theories and violates the conservation of energy!"

"Lifting a thousand jin with one hand at three years old while sprinting? What terrifying level of bone density would that require? That is not a body a human could possibly possess!"

"You are just making things up! You are spouting nonsense!"

It was not just Tang San who had lost his composure.

Inside the private room on the second floor, the level ninety-six Sword Douluo Chen Xin gripped the armrests of his chair so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Even he, born with a Sword Bone, could not even hold a common iron sword steady when he was three years old!

And lifting a thousand jin with one hand to chase a dog?

If this were true, then what did that make them—Title Douluo who had spent decades in bitter cultivation? Were they just trash?

Watching the faces of denial among the crowd below, Su Chen's gaze grew increasingly cold.

"Making things up?"

"Summer insects cannot discuss ice."

"In the Perfect World, they do not cultivate your pathetic Martial Souls, nor do they hunt those so-called Spirit Rings you speak of."

"The first step of cultivation in that world is known as the Blood Moving Realm!"

"And this so-called Blood Moving is to mobilize the essence and blood of the entire body, rolling like thunder, smelting Bone Texts, and manifesting divine radiance within the blood!"

"This is how one seizes the fortune of heaven and earth to strengthen one's own body!"

"In that vast Great Thousand World, even an ordinary pure-blooded creature's cub can easily reach a strength of one hundred thousand jin with its physical body alone while in the Blood Moving Realm!"

"You lot, who need to use Martial Soul Possession just to shatter a ten-thousand-jin boulder, wouldn't even qualify as a snack for those pure-blooded cubs!"

!!!

Blood Moving Realm!

Divine radiance!

Bone Texts!

One hundred thousand jin of strength for a pure-blooded cub!

This series of new terms and terrifying settings fell upon the ears of the Douluo crowd one after another, leaving them barely able to believe what they were hearing.

"And our protagonist, Shi Hao, despite being on the verge of death at the start..."

"He reached the extreme limit while in the Blood Moving Realm, comparable to the cubs of pure-blooded ancient ferocious beasts!"

"With a single swing of his arm, he wields one hundred thousand jin!"

"One hundred thousand jin!!!"

When this number, spoken so lightly yet weighing as heavy as Mount Tai, left Su Chen's lips.

All the noise and mockery within the Listening Rain Pavilion were cut off as if by a blade, leaving not a single sound.

Everyone stood with their mouths agape, their eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

One hundred thousand jin?

What kind of concept was that?