War God Powerhouse! Hundreds of Thousands of Kilograms! Slaughtering a Beast Tide with One Strike!

On the screen.

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

He picked up the towel draped around his neck and wiped away his sweat. When he turned his head, he happened to spot Wang Er standing frozen beside him.

"Uncle, why are you staring at me?"

That simple movement terrified Wang Er.

He staggered back two steps, his hand gripping the hoe trembling. It seemed that only by clutching his hoe martial soul tightly could he feel even a little safe.

The short-haired youth also noticed something unusual. He looked Wang Er over, took in his utterly out-of-place clothes, and scratched his head.

"Could it be that you fled in here from outside, Uncle?"

Although several decades had passed since the RR Virus outbreak and human society had stabilized, Base Cities still occasionally fell to monster attacks.

Wang Er instinctively shook his head.

He was about to say that he had been chosen from Douluo Continent and brought to this higher-dimensional world, but then he remembered the Sky Screen's warning that he was not allowed to mention its existence to people in this world. For a moment, he did not know what to do.

The short-haired youth received no answer, but he did not mind. He plopped down onto a stone bench and tilted back his head for a gulp of water.

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

"Don't be nervous, Uncle. This place is safe. A War God powerhouse is stationed in this Base City. It's absolutely safe."

"War... War God?"

Wang Er was dumbfounded.

Following the direction of the youth's finger, he indeed saw an enormous steel building.

A gigantic projection screen was lit up on the building's outer wall.

"You don't even know about War Gods, Uncle?"

The youth seemed surprised, then patiently explained, "War Gods are the absolute pinnacle among us human Martial Artists!"

"A High-Level War God can move faster than sound. One punch carries hundreds of thousands of kilograms of force, and they can even single-handedly massacre an entire monster colony in the Wilderness Zone!"

The instant the youth finished speaking.

A battle highlight reel began playing on the enormous screen.

In the footage.

A man clad in dark crimson armor floated in midair, his cold gaze fixed on the beast horde surging below like a tide.

His spear swept out fiercely.

"BOOM—RUMBLE—!!!"

Accompanied by an earthshaking sonic blast, the air was violently torn apart. Immediately afterward, a terrifying shockwave dozens of meters long ripped straight through the densely packed beast tide!

The earth trembled, and dirt and stone collapsed.

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

The enormous light screen hung high in the sky, clearly projecting the apocalyptic battle scene into every corner of Douluo Continent.

The dark crimson armor, the spear tearing through the air, and the massive beast horde instantly reduced to a rain of blood.

"Th-this is a War God?!"

Beyond the Sky Screen, inside the grand hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's voice was trembling.

This peak Douluo, who had devoted his life to the sword and whose attack power was acclaimed as the greatest on Douluo Continent, now had his eyes wide open and his breathing unbearably heavy.

"Hundreds of thousands of kilograms of force? Slaughtering a beast horde with one strike?" Chen Xin's hands trembled, and a trace of despair entered his voice. "Even if I unleashed my ninth Soul Skill with all my strength, it would still be nowhere near that powerful!"

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

He collapsed onto the ground, his mouth hanging wide open for a long while without closing.

Seeing this, the short-haired youth in the gray tank top on the square could not help laughing. He picked up his towel, wiped the sweat from his neck, walked over to Wang Er, and reached out to pat the down-and-out uncle on the shoulder.

"Uncle, isn't your reaction a little too exaggerated? War God powerhouses really are the pillars of humanity, but you don't need to be this frightened, do you?"

There was a hint of pride in the short-haired youth's tone.

"Our Base City has dedicated martial arts schools. As long as you're willing to work hard, everyone has a chance to become a Martial Artist. You might even receive the inheritance of a War God Martial Artist and become a War God's disciple!"

"You might even become a War God yourself one day!"

At this point, light shone in the short-haired youth's eyes.

Who in the entire Base City did not want to become a War God Martial Artist's disciple and the next generation of War God?

That was the dream he had always stubbornly pursued!

Wang Er swallowed dryly and stammered, "Become a Martial Artist? Can an ordinary commoner like me, who doesn't even have a decent martial soul... no, a decent talent, become a War God too?"

Hearing that, the short-haired youth froze for a moment, then looked as though he had heard an amusing joke.

"Uncle, did you hurt your head while fleeing through the Wilderness Zone?"

The youth laughed heartily. "What talent? Sure, there are differences in talent on the path of cultivation, but as long as you persist, even someone with terrible talent can become a Junior Martial Artist by putting in more time and effort."

Perhaps seeing Wang Er spacing out, the friendly short-haired youth became interested in explaining further during this brief break.

"Cultivation is nothing more than absorbing Cosmic Energy and integrating it into every cell in our bodies, allowing our bodies to constantly evolve and break through their physical limits!"

"After the Great Nirvana, every Earthling can cultivate."

"If someone exists who can't cultivate, that would be truly unbelievable."

The youth continued chattering, occasionally tossing out unfamiliar terms such as "Gene Serum" and "Genetic Origin Energy."

The youth's voice was not loud.

Yet everything he said traveled through the Sky Screen's display and clearly reached the ears of billions of living beings across Douluo Continent.

Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy.

The air seemed to have frozen solid.

Tang San stood where he was, both hands clenched into fists, his palms drenched in cold sweat.

He had believed that, with memories from his past life and the many cultivation methods he had brought with him, he could make a name for himself on Douluo Continent and dominate one region. Yet the short-haired youth's explanation had brutally torn apart all his fantasies.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill, which he had always taken pride in, seemed like a laughable trick when compared to a cultivation method that absorbed Genetic Origin Energy into the cells and broke through the body's limits.

No matter how profound his internal energy became, it only circulated through his meridians.

But the cultivation method of that world evolved the body from the level of its tiniest cells!

Such a conceptual leap had completely exceeded Tang San's understanding across both his lifetimes.

Yu Xiaogang, standing at the front of the crowd, had gone deathly pale.

Both hands tightly gripped an old notebook used to record theories, his fingernails digging deeply into its cover from the force.

"No... This is impossible. This is complete nonsense!"

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled violently, his eyes wide as madness filled his gaze with utter refusal to accept it.

The thing he had been proudest of throughout his life was the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" that he had proposed.

He firmly believed that a person's achievements were determined from the moment their martial soul awakened. The amount of Innate Soul Power, the quality of one's martial soul, and the inheritance of one's bloodline—those were what fundamentally determined how far a Soul Master could go.

A useless martial soul was a useless martial soul.

Without Soul Power, one would remain an ordinary person at the mercy of others for life.

This was an ironclad rule universally acknowledged across Douluo Continent!

Yet now, the commoner youth from another world on the Sky Screen, not even fifteen years old, was telling everyone in a matter-of-fact tone: there was no need to rely on heaven's favor, no need for any noble bloodline. As long as one worked hard, ordinary people could continuously evolve!

This was not merely a slap in the face. It was a complete and fundamental denial of the cause and ideals Yu Xiaogang had upheld and struggled for!