Da Ming was in no better mood than Er Ming. His chest still throbbed faintly where Du Busi's palm strike had landed. Fortunately, he had reacted quickly enough to protect his internal organs with Soul Power at the critical moment. Otherwise, that blow might have shattered several ribs and made him cough up blood on the spot.
Yet the stifling humiliation would not fade, like a huge boulder crushing his chest.
Ever since Tang San had resurrected him with divine power, he had always believed himself invincible on the Douluo Continent. With the foundation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast king, even a Limit Douluo would not dare claim certain victory over him.
He had never expected reality to teach him such a brutal lesson today.
"Du Busi... is absurdly strong." Da Ming moved closer to Tang San and spoke quietly, his voice carrying rare solemnity and wariness.
"Big Brother, there's something wrong with that old man. Some of the ways he channels force completely deviate from normal Soul Power circulation paths. It doesn't seem like pure Soul Power usage at all. Instead, it carries a kind of... ancient rhythm that's impossible to describe.
It's as if what he's using isn't a soul skill at all, but something even older, even more primordial.
This definitely wasn't something he mastered overnight. It must be some extremely ancient inheritance."
Tang San nodded slightly, his gaze remaining fixed on Du Busi without offering any explanation. But he had already formed a preliminary judgment of Du Busi.
That Golden Awakening body-secret technique likely originated in ancient times—a divine skill left behind on the Douluo Continent by some unimaginably powerful being.
He simply had not expected a divine skill of that level to be cultivated by an old human man in a place like this, and