Crushing Defeat

"You?" Tang Wulin felt irritated the moment he saw this brat.

Before the other man could respond, he kicked him. Qiangu Dongfeng had no time to react—or rather, he had never imagined anyone would dare attack him at the main entrance of Spirit Pagoda Headquarters.

The kick landed squarely on his chest. His Coiling Dragon Staff was still held at his side, not yet raised, when the force sent him flying. His back slammed into the hall's doorframe, snapping the wooden frame down the middle and scattering splinters everywhere. He continued flying backward, crashed onto the floor inside the hall, and slid more than a dozen steps before stopping. The Coiling Dragon Staff flew from his grasp and rolled aside, the dragon patterns on its surface dimming for an instant.

"Young... Young Master." The two Titled Douluo stationed on either side of the entrance simultaneously took half a step back, their expressions changing.

They watched Tang Wulin walk inside. His pace was unhurried, yet with every step he took, the ground sank slightly by half an inch, as though something immensely heavy were drilling into the earth beneath his feet, until the pressure forced them to their knees.

Qiangu Zhangting climbed up from the ground, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the man entering the hall, and the fury in his eyes transformed into something deeper, even somewhat... clear.

He had been kicked away while holding the Coiling Dragon Staff. This man had no soul rings, no Battle Armor, and had not even used a single soul skill, yet his very presence made Qiangu Zhangting's chest feel tight.

"Unyielding Staff Technique, First Form." Qiangu Dongfeng said no more. The Coiling Dragon Staff sprang from the ground back into his palm. With a