Lucky Wang Er, A Corner of the Mysterious World!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned beet red, and he stammered in disbelief, "The human body has its limits! Without the refinement of a spirit ring or the nourishment of spirit power, how could a human physique possibly withstand nearly two thousand catties of explosive force? This completely violates the ironclad laws of cultivation!"

Yu Xiaogang could not accept this reality.

He had spent his entire life researching the core competitiveness of spirits, yet before this mysterious, otherworldly interface, his knowledge seemed to turn into a pile of illogical waste paper.

On another screen in the sky, the Spirit Hall's twenty-sixth-level Great Spirit Master, Su Yuntao, was shivering as he hid inside a dilapidated, abandoned building.

He pressed against the wall, covering his mouth, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Following his line of sight, everyone on the Douluo Continent could see a rat the size of a village dog in front of him, its eyes glowing with a ghostly green light.

This was also one of the lowest-tier monsters in the Swallowed Star world—a Cat-Demon Rat.

Just moments ago, after Su Yuntao arrived, he had immediately spotted this Cat-Demon Rat. He had just activated his spirit avatar to launch an attack when the Cat-Demon Rat bit through a solid steel pillar right in front of him!

Seeing this, Su Yuntao was so terrified that he leaked a few drops of urine.

He immediately canceled his spirit avatar and huddled in the corner, shivering, praying silently that the Cat-Demon Rat would not discover his presence.

With a ripple like water, the screen split in two.

On the left, Su Yuntao remained huddled in the corner, watching in terror as a Cat-Demon Rat gnawed on steel bars.

The right side of the screen cut to the common farmer holding a hoe—Wang Er.

Unlike Yu Tianheng and Su Yuntao, Wang Er had not been teleported to a wilderness zone filled with ruins and monsters, but rather to a peaceful Base City.

As an ordinary elderly farmer, Wang Er had never encountered anything thrilling or dangerous in his life.

After being selected by the sky screen, his brief moment of joy was replaced by endless fear and confusion.

At this moment, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he was completely at a loss.

He was in a wide, flat alleyway.

The ground was paved with some kind of hard, gray material, without a trace of dirt.

Wang Er swallowed hard, gathered his courage to lean against the wall, stood up, and slowly walked out of the alley.

The moment he stepped out of the alleyway.

Whether it was Wang Er himself or the billions of souls watching the live broadcast across the Douluo Continent, everyone involuntarily held their breath.

A vast forest of steel, impossible to describe in words, was revealed before everyone's eyes.

It was completely different from the steel ruins in Yu Tianheng's scene!

Skyscrapers towered into the clouds one after another, their glass curtain walls reflecting dazzling light under the sun, leaving people dizzy and mesmerized.

In mid-air, sleek metal cars were speeding by without relying on any horses or beasts to pull them.

Inside the Pope Palace in Spirit City.

Bibi Dong, sitting on the papal throne, felt her breath hitch. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with brilliance as she followed the flying cars darting through the air.

"No spirit power drive, no spirit beasts pulling the carriages, and they aren't spirit masters with flying spirits..."

Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her hand gripping the scepter tightening slightly.

"Could this be some kind of high-level flying spirit tool? But, there are far too many of these, aren't there? How many resources would it take to build them! Could it be that in this world, even commoners can fly at will?"

In the Douluo Continent, the ability to fly was extremely rare and prestigious.

Only a few spirit masters with flying-type spirits, or those who reached the Title Douluo level, could soar through the sky.

The creation of spirit tools required massive amounts of rare metals for forging, and high-level spirit masters had to engrave core arrays into them just to make them barely functional.

Yet in this world, the sky was filled with flying "spirit tools." Such prosperity and foundation were so unbelievable that even the royal families of the two great empires and the head of the Spirit Hall were stunned.

On the screen.

Wang Er walked tremblingly along the sidewalk, his patched, coarse linen clothes looking completely out of place in this sci-fi city.

Soon, he passed a spacious, open-air community plaza.

The plaza was filled with various fitness equipment made of thick, solid steel.

At that moment, a short-haired boy who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen, wearing a simple gray tank top, was exercising in the plaza, drenched in sweat.

The boy's age seemed similar to Tang San and Dai Mubai of the Shrek Seven Devils.

Wang Er stopped out of curiosity.

The audience on the Douluo Continent also focused their attention on this boy from another world.

"What is this boy doing?"

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms, frowning as he looked at the light screen.

Before the question could even settle, they saw the short-haired boy in the screen walk up to a squat rack and steadily hoist a barbell with massive black iron plates on both ends onto his youthful shoulders.

"Hoo—hah—"

The boy adjusted his breathing, sweat from his forehead dripping onto the ground.

Then, he bent his legs, performed a steady squat, and then exerted force, standing straight up.

"Three hundred kilograms... still not enough."

The short-haired youth gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath, "If I want to pass the martial arts hall's advanced student examination next month, I have to increase my squat weight to four hundred kilograms. Otherwise, Dad will have to go to the Wilderness Zone and risk his life again."

With that, the youth squatted down and stood up once more.

His movements were standard, filled with a raw, aesthetic sense of power.

However.

Across the sky, the Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence because of the youth's understated words.

After a long while.

"Three hundred kilograms?!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened like copper bells. He stepped forward abruptly, his heavy soul power leaking out uncontrollably, causing the surrounding air to hum and vibrate.

"Three hundred kilograms—that's a full six hundred jin!"

Zhao Wuji's voice cracked as he pointed at the youth in the light screen who was still repeatedly performing squats.

"This kid looks like he's only fourteen or fifteen, and there isn't a shred of soul power fluctuation on him! He's doing squats while carrying a six-hundred-jin hunk of iron?"

Beside him, Dai Mubai had long since lost his usual arrogance. He swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty, "Teacher, when I was fourteen, my soul power had already broken through level thirty."

"But without using White Tiger Shield or Martial Soul Avatar, even I couldn't squat with six hundred jin of weight so easily."

It wasn't just Dai Mubai who couldn't do it.

In the entire Shrek Academy, aside from Zhao Wuji, who specialized in strength, who else would dare claim they could steadily carry six hundred jin without using soul power?

Yet the youth in the image was just an ordinary person who wasn't even a martial artist!

Tang San took a deep breath, feeling his hands and feet go cold.

He had originally thought that the short-haired youth who killed a monster with a single blade earlier was a rare, genius powerhouse in this world.

That was an isolated case.

But now it seemed that in this other world, even a random civilian youth living at the bottom of society possessed physical talent that could crush them—a group of geniuses hailed as monsters—into the dirt.

"Monsters... we Shrek students call ourselves monsters, but in the eyes of the people in this world, we're probably just a joke."

Ma Hongjun made a bitter face and couldn't help but retort.

Flender sighed in silence.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale and then green, a flicker of jealousy hidden deep within his eyes.

Why?

Why could people in this world possess such terrifying physical strength when they hadn't even awakened a martial soul?

How could those without martial souls achieve things that he, with a martial soul, could not?!