War God Expert! Hundreds of Thousands of Kilograms! One Strike Slaughters the Beast Tide!

On the screen.

The short-haired youth finished a set of squats and returned the heavy barbell to the rack, producing a dull metallic clang.

He picked up the towel draped over his neck to wipe away his sweat, and as he turned his head, he happened to see Wang Er standing there in a daze.

"Mister, why are you staring at me?"

This simple action terrified Wang Er.

He took two steps back, his hand trembling as he gripped his hoe; it seemed that only by clutching his hoe martial soul could he find a shred of security.

The short-haired youth also noticed something amiss. He sized up Wang Er's out-of-place attire and scratched his head.

"Did you escape here from the outside, mister?"

Although the RR Virus had broken out decades ago and human society had stabilized, incidents where base cities were breached by monsters still occurred from time to time.

Wang Er subconsciously shook his head.

He was about to say that he had been chosen from the Douluo Continent to come to this high-dimensional world, but he remembered that the Sky Screen had once warned against mentioning its existence to the people of this world, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

The short-haired youth didn't get an answer, but he didn't mind. He plopped down onto a stone bench and tilted his head back to gulp down some water.

After catching his breath, he raised his hand and pointed toward the tallest building in the city center in the distance.

"Don't be nervous, mister. It's safe here. This base city is garrisoned by a War God powerhouse; it's absolutely safe."

"War... War God?"

Wang Er was bewildered.

Following the direction the youth pointed, he indeed saw a massive steel building.

On the outer wall of the building, a gigantic projection screen was glowing.

"You don't even know what a War God is, mister?"

The youth looked surprised, then patiently explained, "A War God is the pinnacle powerhouse among our human martial artists!"

"A high-level War God can exceed the speed of sound, strike with a force of hundreds of thousands of kilograms, and single-handedly slaughter an entire herd of monsters in the wilderness!"

The youth's voice had barely faded.

On that massive screen, a highlight reel of a battle happened to be playing.

In the footage.

A man clad in dark red battle armor hovered in mid-air, his cold, sharp gaze fixed on the tide of beasts surging toward him from below.

He swung his long spear violently.

"BOOM—!!!"

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking sonic boom, the air was torn asunder. Immediately following, a terrifying shockwave dozens of meters long ripped through the dense beast tide!

The earth trembled and rocks collapsed.

Hundreds of monsters were turned into a rain of blood under that single strike.

The massive light screen hung in the firmament, projecting that world-destroying battle scene clearly into every corner of the Douluo Continent.

The dark red armor, the spear that tore the air, and the massive herd of beasts that instantly turned into a rain of blood.

"This... is this a War God?!"

Outside the Sky Screen, within the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's voice was trembling.

This peak Douluo, who had been obsessed with the way of the sword his entire life and was known for having the greatest attack power on the Douluo Continent, had his eyes wide open, his breathing heavy to the extreme.

"Hundreds of thousands of kilograms of force? Slaughtering a herd in one strike?" Chen Xin's hands shook, his voice tinged with a hint of despair: "Even if I were to unleash my ninth soul skill with all my might, this level of power is far beyond my reach!"

This scene also left the commoner Wang Er, holding his hoe, completely dumbfounded.

He sat down hard on the ground, his mouth hanging wide open, unable to close it for a long time.

Seeing this, the short-haired youth in the gray vest on the plaza couldn't help but laugh. He picked up his towel to wipe the sweat from his neck, walked over to Wang Er, and reached out to pat the disheveled man on the shoulder.

"Mister, your reaction is a bit too exaggerated. Although War God powerhouses are indeed the pillars of our humanity, you don't have to be this scared, right?"

The short-haired youth's tone was filled with a sense of pride.

"Our base city has specialized martial arts gyms. As long as you are willing to endure hardship, anyone has the chance to become a martial artist, and even have the opportunity to receive the inheritance of a War God and become a War God's disciple!"

"It's not even impossible to become a War God in the future!"

Speaking of this, there was a light in the youth's eyes.

In the entire base city, who didn't want to become the disciple of a War God and be the next generation of War God?

This was the dream he had always persisted in!

Wang Er swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva and asked stutteringly, "Become a martial artist? Can a commoner like me, who doesn't even have a decent martial soul... oh no, a decent talent, also become a War God?"

Hearing this, the short-haired youth paused for a moment, then acted as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

"Mister, did you injure your brain while escaping in the wilderness?"

The youth laughed heartily, "What's this about talent? While it's true there are differences in aptitude on the path of cultivation, as long as you persevere, no matter how poor your talent is, you can still become a junior warrior if you put in enough time and effort."

Seeming to notice Wang Er's dazed expression, the outgoing, short-haired youth took advantage of the brief rest to continue his enthusiastic explanation.

"Cultivation is nothing more than absorbing cosmic energy, integrating it into every cell in our bodies, and allowing the body to evolve continuously, breaking through the limits of the flesh!"

"Ever since the Great Nirvana, all of us on Earth have been able to cultivate."

"If there were someone who couldn't cultivate, that would truly be a ghost story."

The youth continued to chatter away, tossing out fresh terms like "Gene Serum" and "Genetic Origin Energy" every now and then.

The youth's voice was not loud.

Yet, everything he said was transmitted clearly through the light of the Sky Screen into the ears of the billions of living beings across the Douluo Continent.

Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy.

The air seemed to have frozen solid.

Tang San stood where he was, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his palms slick with cold sweat.

He had once believed that with the memories of his past life and the many cultivation techniques he had brought with him, he could make a name for himself and dominate the Douluo Continent. But the short-haired youth's explanation had ruthlessly torn all his fantasies to shreds.

His Mysterious Heaven Skill, which he took such pride in, seemed like a laughable trick when compared to a cultivation method that absorbed Genetic Origin Energy into the cells to break the limits of the flesh.

No matter how deep his internal energy was, it only ever circulated within his meridians.

Yet, the cultivation method of that other world evolved the body from the most microscopic cellular level!

This conceptual transcendence was completely beyond the scope of everything Tang San had learned across his two lifetimes.

Standing at the very front of the group, Yu Xiaogang's face was deathly pale.

His hands gripped a worn notebook used for recording his theories so tightly that his fingernails sank deep into the cover.

"No... this is impossible. This is nothing but complete nonsense!"

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled violently, his eyes wide, his gaze filled with a madness born of an inability to accept the truth.

The thing he had been most proud of his entire life was his "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls."

He firmly believed that a person's achievements were predetermined the moment their Martial Soul awakened; the level of innate soul power, the quality of the Martial Soul, and the inheritance of bloodlines were the fundamental factors that determined how far a Soul Master could go.

A trash Martial Soul was a trash Martial Soul.

Without soul power, one would be a commoner bullied by others for their entire life.

This was the ironclad law recognized by the entire Douluo Continent!

Yet now, a commoner youth from another world, not even fifteen years old, was telling everyone in a matter-of-fact tone: there is no need to rely on the heavens for a handout, no need for noble bloodlines; as long as one is diligent, even an ordinary person can continuously evolve!

This was not just a slap in the face; it was a fundamental and total negation of the career and ideals that Yu Xiaogang had insisted upon and fought for his entire life!