My Son Wang Teng Has the Makings of a Titled Douluo

After witnessing Wang Chen's astonishing technique, Wang Teng suffered a tremendous shock. His hand trembled involuntarily, causing the carving knife to slip and directly draw the Core Array crooked.

"Damn it!" Wang Teng cursed as he looked at the crooked Core Array he had drawn on the rare metal in his hand.

Wang Teng took a deep breath, steadied himself, and consoled himself. "It's fine, it's fine. Even if the Soul Tool that Wang Chen makes is more powerful than mine,

my Soul Power is higher, my physique is stronger, and I also have a powerful Thousand-Year Third Soul Skill. The final winner will definitely be me!"

With that thought, Wang Teng's mood immediately improved. He stopped watching Wang Chen's dazzling technique and began focusing on crafting his Soul Tool.

Although the other Wang Family disciples were shocked, they too began to concentrate on crafting their Soul Tools.

Unlike Wang Teng, they had never set their sights on first place. They only wanted to achieve the best ranking they could.

While all the Wang Family disciples focused on crafting Soul Tools, the many Wang Family members in the stands began discussing among themselves.

"Wang Chen's talent and attainments in Soul Tools are truly frightening. There probably aren't many people in the entire Sun and Moon Empire who can compare to him. It seems that who will take first place in this Family Competition is not so easy to say."

"I think Wang Teng still has a better chance of winning. The gap between a Three-Ring Soul Elder and a two-ring Soul Grandmaster isn't so easily bridged."

Wang Teng's parents sat in the front row of the stands. Seeing their son overshadowed by Wang Chen, they immediately shouted, "My son Wang Teng has the makings of a Titled Douluo! When the second round begins, my son will definitely defeat Wang Chen with ease."

Wang Chen's parents had also come today to watch the Family Competition. Hearing that everyone around them thought poorly of their beloved son, they immediately began arguing with them.

"My son Wang Chen is far more talented than Wang Teng. If Wang Teng weren't nearly a year older than my son, he would be no match for him at all."

Wang Teng's parents immediately became displeased upon hearing this. Wang Teng was the pride of both of them, and hearing someone say their child was inferior to another, they could not help arguing with Wang Chen's parents.

Wang Teng's parents said, "You're saying our son is inferior to your son?"

Wang Chen's parents said, "So what if we are? Your son is inferior to our son. In terms of talent and looks, how can your son compare to ours?"

As the saying went, the truth was the sharpest blade. Every word Wang Chen's parents said was true. In terms of talent and appearance alone, Wang Chen had indeed shown himself to be superior to Wang Teng.

For a time, the quarrel between the four escalated. Seeing this, the surrounding Wang Family members immediately stepped in to mediate. They were all members of the same family—what kind of behavior was this, bickering and squabbling like this?

And so, three hours quickly passed.

At Chief Referee Wang Yuan's command to stop, all the Wang Family disciples halted their Soul Tool crafting.

More than half of the Wang Family disciples were directly eliminated because they had failed to successfully craft a Second Grade Soul Tool.

Only thirty-six people remained, successfully advancing to the second round of the Family Competition.

Wang Chen looked at the two Third Grade Peak Soul Tools on his crafting table, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Of these two Third Grade Peak Soul Tools, one was an offensive Soul Tool, while the other was a mobility Soul Tool.

The close-combat Soul Tool was a sharp spear, while the mobility Soul Tool was a Soul Tool Thruster.

This type of Soul Tool Thruster was fixed to the user's back. Once activated with Soul Power, it could generate powerful thrust, accelerating a Soul Master's movement to speeds comparable to an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master at the Soul Elder level.

Just as Wang Chen put the two Third Grade Peak Soul Tools from the crafting table into his Storage Soul Tool, Wang Teng walked up to him.

Wang Teng's large eyes stared fixedly at Wang Chen's handsome face. After holding it in for a long while, he still could not squeeze out a single word.

Seeing Wang Teng's conflicted expression, Wang Chen could not help smiling. "Cousin Wang Teng, just say whatever you want to say. There's no need to hold it in."

With an intense desire to win, Wang Teng said, "You won in Soul Tool crafting, but don't get smug. The one who wins this Family Competition in the end will definitely be me."

After voicing what was in his heart, Wang Teng turned and left. He clenched his fists and thought, I, Wang Teng, am the number one among the Wang Family's younger generation!

After the first round of the Family Competition ended, Chief Referee Wang Yuan gave Wang Chen and the others an hour to rest, allowing them to recover the mental energy and Soul Power they had expended while crafting Soul Tools.

Wang Chen and the others all sat cross-legged, circulating their Meditation Methods to recover their Soul Power, striving to return themselves to peak condition before the second round.

After an hour had passed, Referee Wang Yuan took out a box from his Storage Soul Tool and said, "Everyone, line up and draw lots from this box. Those who draw the same number will compete against one another.

Remember the rules. The Soul Tools you use must have been crafted by yourselves during the first round. Otherwise, it will be treated as a violation.

Also, during the competition, attack as you please. There is no need to worry about getting injured. We referees will be watching over you from the side, and if danger arises, we will intervene to save you.

Of course, once we interfere, it means you have lost.

All right, the drawing begins!"

Wang Teng shot Wang Chen a glance filled with fighting spirit. "I'll go first."

With that, Wang Teng walked to Wang Yuan's side, reached into the lottery box, casually took a slip, and pulled it out. Looking closely, he saw that it was Number Three.

After drawing his lot, Wang Teng looked at Wang Chen and said, "I really hope you draw the same number as me."

Wang Chen raised his head and looked at the battle-ready Wang Teng calmly. "I hope you can keep that proud look on your face."

With that, Wang Chen stepped forward to draw a lot. He took it out and saw that it was Number Five.

Wang Teng walked up beside Wang Chen at that moment. Seeing that Wang Chen's number was Five, he silently remembered it.

After Wang Teng and Wang Chen had drawn their lots, the other Wang Family disciples also stepped forward one after another to choose their numbers.

After everyone had finished drawing, Wang Teng said to the Wang Family disciples, "Whoever drew Number Five, give it to me!"

One Wang Family disciple said, "I drew Number Five."

Wang Teng smiled and rushed straight over to the disciple who had spoken. He took the other party's slip, then stuffed his own Number Three slip into the other's hand.

Wang Teng challenged Wang Chen, "Wang Chen, do you dare fight me?"

After saying that, Wang Teng activated his Martial Soul Possession. Three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose and circled around his body.

Soul Power fluctuations at the Soul Elder level burst forth and swept toward Wang Chen.