Five Thousand Eight Hundred Pounds with One Hand, Slapping All Soul Masters in the Face!

When the words "dumbass" tumbled out of the mouth of Su Chen—a man who had always appeared ethereal and refined—without the slightest restraint, everyone inside Listening Rain Pavilion was stunned.

No one had expected that the storyteller, who a second ago had been as aloof and transcendent as an immortal from a painting, would abandon all decorum the next moment and start hurling profanities while pointing fingers.

This vulgar, street-level insult, paired with Su Chen's handsome and cold face, instantly created an indescribable and intense contrast.

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough!"

In the Huang-tier private room on the second floor, Xue Qinghe, who had been sipping tea with great care, sprayed a mouthful of clear liquid out, coughing violently without a shred of his usual poise.

But immediately after, this Crown Prince, who was usually known for his deep hidden motives, couldn't help but slap his thigh and let out a wanton, low laugh.

"Hahaha, interesting, truly, truly interesting!"

One could see brilliant sparks dancing in Xue Qinghe's clear eyes.

"I took him for a hermit who didn't eat the food of mortals, but I never expected him to be a madman with arrogance etched into his very bones!"

"Interesting, how interesting."

However, compared to Xue Qinghe's spectator mentality, Yu Xiaogang, standing in the lobby on the first floor, felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"You, you..."

The face of Honey Badger had already turned a bruised, liver-like purple.

He pointed a trembling finger at Su Chen on the stage, his lips quivering, unable to squeeze out a complete sentence for the longest time.

Who was he, Yu Xiaogang?

He was a man who had been adored by the current Pope, Bibi Dong, revered by the Golden Iron Triangle, and even if his theories were rejected by the mainstream, he was someone whom others would still grit their teeth and call "Grandmaster" wherever he went!

Yet today, in front of this vast crowd, he had been pointed at and called a "dumbass" by a mere storyteller??

A surge of uncontrollable blood rushed to his head; Yu Xiaogang felt the world go black, his body swayed violently, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

"Teacher!"

Tang San, standing to the side, was quick-witted and caught the swaying Yu Xiaogang just in time.

Seeing his teacher suffer such a humiliating insult, Tang San was thoroughly enraged!

His eyes turned blood-red, the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body surged wildly, and he locked his gaze directly onto Su Chen on the high platform.

"Presumptuous!"

"Su Chen, what kind of thing do you think you are, to dare insult my teacher like this!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, laughing out of extreme anger, his voice echoing throughout the massive inn:

"You keep spouting that my teacher is a frog in a well, claiming that the Blood Moving Realm of that so-called Perfect World can lift a hundred thousand jin with a single arm!"

"But when it comes down to it, that is all just you spouting nonsense with your mouth!"

"You say one can move mountains and fill seas without cultivating soul power—where is the proof?"

The more Tang San spoke, the more his momentum grew. Finally, he took a fierce step forward, pressing in as if he had grasped his opponent's greatest weakness:

"If you cannot produce evidence, you are not only a swindler peddling lies, but a sinner who has maliciously insulted a pioneer of the soul master world!"

"I, Tang San, will stake my life today to tear down the sign of your Listening Rain Pavilion!"

Sure enough, following Tang San's aggressive questioning, the soul masters around him, who had been stunned by Su Chen's profanity, began to regain their senses, and the crowd grew indignant.

"That's right! We were almost fooled by his cursing!"

"What kind of skill is just flapping your lips? If you have the guts, prove it to us!"

"What Suanni, what True Thunder Blood—it's all just made-up nonsense!"

"Exactly, blowing the Perfect World out of proportion and calling that Blood Moving Realm something miraculous."

"In the end, it's just a fictional existence fabricated to grab attention!"

"It is impossible for a person to possess thousands, or even a hundred thousand jin of strength, through their physical body alone without cultivating soul power!"

"That's right! If you can't prove today that one can possess such monstrous strength without soul power, get down here and apologize!"

For a time, the entire inn was filled with various shouts and calls for accountability.

After all, no matter how good the story was or how terrifying the settings, it was still just a story!

Does the Perfect World really exist?

How could that kind of power, capable of moving mountains and filling seas with nothing but a physical body, appear in reality?

Everyone felt that Su Chen was telling a mythological story that simply did not exist.

Because everyone was certain that Su Chen could never produce any evidence.

Because in the entire Douluo Continent, without soul power, one is nothing but a complete and utter cripple!

That is the reality!

At the same time, after witnessing this nearly uncontrollable scene, Xue Qinghe's hand, which had been holding a teacup, paused slightly, a flicker of curiosity flashing through his eyes.

"This Su Chen has spoken with such absolute certainty, placing himself in complete opposition to the common knowledge held by every soul master on the Douluo Continent."

"Now that he is being besieged by the crowd, how exactly does he intend to finish this?"

Yet, facing the near-riotous chorus of condemnation from the hall and the smug expression on Tang San's face—who believed he had caught Su Chen in a fatal contradiction—

Su Chen, standing upon the high platform, remained entirely unruffled.

Because he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

If one wishes to thoroughly shatter the worldview of these low-dimensional natives, mere words will only ever be dismissed as bragging.

Only by letting them witness facts that defy all reason will they listen to his storytelling with obedience.

"Proof?"

Su Chen slowly rose from the grand armchair on the high platform.

"The proof you desire is actually quite simple."

As Su Chen stood, he snapped his folding fan shut with a sharp clack.

Immediately following, to the bewildered gazes of everyone present, Su Chen stepped down from the half-meter-high platform with a leisurely gait.

Dressed in a simple cyan robe, his demeanor was ethereal, and not even a shred of soul power fluctuated from his body.

Under the scrutiny of Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, Su Chen appeared as nothing more than an ordinary mortal, not even a soul master.

"What is he trying to do?"

Tang San frowned, a faint sense of unease rising in his heart.

Su Chen walked straight through the crowd until he reached the very center of the Listening Rain Pavilion's main hall.

In the center of the hall stood a massive, four-legged bronze square cauldron, used for both decoration and burning incense!

This cauldron stood over two meters tall, cast entirely from deep-sea sunken iron and refined copper, its surface carved with intricate beast patterns that gave it an immensely heavy appearance.

"Proprietor."

Ignoring the suspicious and uncertain gazes of those around him, Su Chen turned to the innkeeper hiding behind the counter and asked calmly:

"How was this bronze cauldron brought in? How much does it weigh?"

Hearing this, the proprietor first glanced at the soul masters nearby who were exuding immense pressure, then swallowed hard before answering respectfully:

"Replying... replying to Mr. Su."

"This cauldron is cast from solid refined copper and weighs five thousand eight hundred jin!"

"Back then, we had to hire twenty burly laborers, using thick hemp ropes and pulley systems, and it took every ounce of their strength just to nudge it bit by bit to the center of this hall."

Five thousand eight hundred jin!

Hearing this number, even those who had mentally prepared themselves could not help but gasp in shock.

At such a weight, let alone an ordinary person, even a level forty Soul Ancestor would be unable to budge it in the slightest using only their physical body, unless they released their Martial Soul Avatar or utilized powerful soul skills!

After hearing the proprietor's words, Su Chen nodded, his gaze sweeping across the hall once more before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

"Just now, this 'theoretically invincible' Master said that it is absolutely impossible for a human to achieve physical strength of several thousand jin without cultivating soul power."

"Since that is the case..."

As Su Chen spoke, he casually tucked his folding fan into the belt at his waist.

He then slowly turned to face the bronze cauldron, which sat as heavy and immovable as a small mountain.

"Isn't this the pure physical strength from Perfect World that you wanted to see?"

"Though I am merely a storyteller, I know a thing or two about martial arts."

With that, Su Chen didn't even bother to take a stance; he simply extended his fair, slender right hand—which appeared to lack any significant muscle—in a casual manner.

Then, before the eyes of the numerous stunned onlookers, he lightly hooked his hand around one of the bronze ears on the edge of the massive cauldron.

"San, he is just bluffing, pay him no mind."

Not far away, Yu Xiaogang let out a cold snort, attempting to save face: "An ordinary person without soul power wants to lift a solid copper cauldron weighing nearly six thousand jin with one hand?"

"Who does he think he is? Even a Titled Douluo..."

However, before Yu Xiaogang could finish the words "Titled Douluo," he was interrupted by a thunderous boom.

Not just him, but all thousand listeners within the Listening Rain Pavilion, and even those in the second-floor private rooms—Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi, and Xue Qinghe...

Every single person's pupils constricted violently at that moment, as if they had witnessed something truly astonishing.

In the center of the hall.

Su Chen's expression remained as calm as still water, his breathing not even slightly disordered.

His right hand, hooked around the bronze ear, lifted upward with effortless ease.

Voom!!!

In an instant, the solid bronze cauldron, weighing five thousand eight hundred jin—which had required twenty strong men and a pulley system just to move—was hoisted into the air.

To think that he was just like that, lifted up by Su Chen with one hand and effortlessly held high above his head!

What was even more fatal was that there wasn't even the slightest glimmer of soul power flickering on Su Chen's body!

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen, and the entire Listening Rain Pavilion fell into dead silence.

That square bronze tripod, weighing 5,800 catties—enough to crush a thousand-year soul beast—was held in mid-air without the slightest effort by a fair, slender hand.

Looking at Su Chen, he hadn't even taken a heavy breath from start to finish; his relaxed and casual demeanor made it seem as if what he held wasn't a weight of several thousand catties, but a common paper lantern.

"Gulp..."

Someone in the quiet hall swallowed their saliva, and in the next second, the crowd of listeners erupted into a frenzy.

"This, this is absolutely impossible!!"

Not far away, Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak on the spot, and he collapsed onto the floor, his face filled with self-doubt.

"No soul power, there really isn't a trace of soul power fluctuation..."

"Relying purely on his physical body to lift nearly six thousand catties with one hand?"

"This... this defies all reason, how could it be possible..."

Yu Xiaogang was falling apart.

His high-and-mighty theories had been completely crushed by this casual lift of Su Chen's hand.

"Fake! It's absolutely fake!"

Nearby, Tang San's eyes were completely bloodshot.

He stared fixedly at the bronze square tripod held above Su Chen's head and snarled viciously:

"This is definitely a sleight of hand!"

"The tripod looks like bronze on the surface, but it must be hollow inside! It might even be a prop made of some extremely light wood!"

"Su Chen, stop playing these god-and-ghost tricks here. Do you really think you can fool my eyes with such low-class street magic?"

However, before the crowd below could react, several true bigwigs in the private rooms on the second floor had already stood up in unison!

In the Yellow-tier private room.

"What terrifying physical strength!"

Xue Qinghe stepped to the railing, gripping the wooden bars tightly with both hands.

"No martial soul, no soul power, yet he possesses such a shocking physique!"

"Regardless of whether this Perfect World he speaks of is real or fake, based solely on his unfathomable strength and the courage to look down upon all heroes, this person... is truly a world-shaking talent!"

Following this, Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and made a firm decision in his heart.

"No matter the cost, I must recruit this person into my ranks!"

Meanwhile, in the Heaven-tier private room.

"Bang!"

The expensive folding fan in Ning Fengzhi's hand had its ribs snapped by his own grip.

This Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who had always remained calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, was now breathing rapidly, his face full of shock.

"Uncle Sword, did you detect even half a strand of soul power flowing from him just now?"

Hearing this, Sword Douluo Chen Xin stared at the man in green robes below with a solemn expression, then shook his head:

"None."

"Fengzhi, this person is unfathomable. We must not make an enemy of him."

Down in the main hall, facing Tang San's near-hysterical questioning, Su Chen offered no explanation, merely casting a cold, indifferent glance at him.

Then, he turned his wrist slightly.

His right hand, which had been supporting the tripod, let go instantly.

"Boom!"

A deafening crash echoed as the solid bronze tripod, weighing 5,800 catties, plummeted from over two meters in the air and slammed into the center of the Listening Rain Pavilion's hall!

The immense impact instantly shattered the hard bluestone tiles paved on the floor!

Large, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions as if the earth itself were heaving, and the entire inn shook violently twice, causing dust to rain down from the rafters!

"This..."

Feeling the terrifying impact, Tang San's expression changed, and he instinctively took two steps back, fearing that Su Chen might hurl the bronze tripod at him.

After all, the genuine vibration traveling through the soles of his feet was something that could never be faked.

Could a hollow prop produce such power? How could that be possible...

"You think it's hollow?"

Su Chen stood at the edge of the shattered bluestone slabs, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Su is right here."

"If anyone does not believe it, you are welcome to come forward and try for yourselves."

Once these words were spoken, a brief silence followed before a rough voice suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"I'll give it a go!"

Before long, a bald man over two meters tall, his body covered in knotted muscles, pushed his way out from the crowd with long strides.

"It's the captain of the Iron Rhino Team, Mad Rhino!"

"He is a level 39 power-type Soul Elder whose Martial Soul is the One-Horned Iron Rhino. He possesses innate divine strength; it is said that when he unleashes his full power, he can lift boulders weighing over a thousand jin!"

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Mad Rhino walked straight up to the bronze square cauldron.

He first tapped the side of the cauldron with his hand, and upon hearing the dull, solid metallic echo, his expression grew a few shades more solemn.

"Martial Soul Possession!"