"I must've been bored out of my mind to go pick a fight with Lu Li."
Back at his residence, just as he was about to meditate and cultivate, Wu Changkong truly experienced how taking a step back broadened the horizon, while taking a step forward only made him angrier. Even his breathing became slightly rushed.
But soon, when he thought of why the other party had been in such a mood today, his own heart involuntarily sank.
"Facing an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, he easily broke through three soul skills and even left marks on Three-Word Battle Armor... Doesn't that mean he could trade blows with a Soul Douluo at four rings?"
Wu Changkong couldn't help but furrow his brow.
The more he thought about it, the quieter he became.
Could he fight a Titled Douluo at five rings?
Could he rival a Super Douluo at six rings... or nine?
Then hadn't he spent nearly thirty years of his life like a dog?
Gradually, his previously quickened breathing slowed. It didn't just steady—it stopped altogether for a moment.
Sure enough, the gap between people...
Was an entire mountain!
"..."
"Yan'er, tell me..."
"How is your teacher supposed to criticize you?"
Shrek City, Spirit Pagoda headquarters.
Inside the deputy tower master's office on the eightieth floor of the Heavenly Spirit Tower.
Listening to the report from the other end of the communicator, Leng Yaozhu was far beyond shocked. She had thought Yan'er effortlessly crushing Wu Changkong was already the limit, but that had merely been an appetizer.
Even Lu Li, the Earth Dragon King and one of the most outstanding members of the younger generation at Spirit Pagoda headquarters, had been beaten by him?
He was a Soul Douluo!
If even an opponent like that couldn't hold up, who else could