In front of Peak Douluo, the killing intent of a Soul Douluo is not as strong as a breeze.
After saying it three times, Yu Tianheng collapsed on the ground, like a tattered rag that had been crushed repeatedly, without even the strength to raise his eyelids.
The True Dragon Nine Crowns he had worked so hard to steal was shattered on the ground.
The elder he moved from his family was pressed to the ground and vomited blood.
The pride and dignity he tried so hard to maintain were crushed into powder by the "bastard dogs" three times. When the wind blew, not even the dregs were left.
The Titled Douluo coercion that enveloped the whole place slowly receded, disappearing into the void as quietly as the ebbing tide. Du Busi did not appear, not from the beginning to the end.
He just released the pressure twice--
Once he pushed elder Yu Shan down, and once he helped Yu Tianheng's face come into close contact with the floor--
It's enough to make the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan understand what it means to overestimate one's capabilities.
The moment the pressure dissipated, it was as if someone pressed an invisible switch in the training ground. The solid air began to flow again, and suppressed breathing sounds came and went.
The team members of Imperial Fighting Team gathered around, looking past Yu Tianheng who was lying on the ground, and all fell on Fang Fan.
That look was completely different from before--
There is no more alienation, no more rejection, no more scrutiny and hostility, replaced by unabashed respect and admiration.
Douluo Continent's rule is simple: the strong are respected.
The previous exclusion was because they thought Fang Fan was an airborne soldier who came in through connections;
The support at this moment is because he used two competitions, no, one competition and one crushing, to prove his status as a strong man.
Soul Master's world doesn't need nonsense, the sword is the best way to introduce yourself.
"Boss! From now on you will be our captain Imperial Fighting Team!"
The team members who had been cheering for Yu Tianheng all morning were the first to rush forward with sincere admiration on their faces.
"Captain Fang, you are really handsome and powerful!"
Another team member echoed, with a hint of sincere admiration in his tone.
Dugu Yan took a step forward, her dark green ponytail flicking gently in the night wind, and walked out from the pillar where she had stood for a long time.
She walked directly in front of Fang Fan, walking calmly, and the previous scrutiny and distance in the green snake eyes were gone, only calm recognition.
She has always been proud, and this pride is based on her strength, her Martial Soul, and her family background.
But she respects people who are far more powerful than herself. The reason why Yu Tianheng made her treat him differently is just because he was Imperial Fighting Team's strongest man.
The strongest one now is Fang Fan, it's that simple.
"The strong are respected. The same goes for the academy - you are now the strongest student at the Royal Academy, and of course the captain is yours."
She paused, reached out her hand, and said in a calm and sincere tone, "Hello, my name is Dugu Yan. Nice to meet you."
"Hello! My name is Ning Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong is also very generous, her green skirt swings lightly, her smart eyes turn around Dugu Yan's face, and there is a somewhat appreciative smile on the corner of her mouth.
"You look very good."
She said it sincerely - although Dugu Yan is not as cool and beautiful as Zhu Zhuqing, he has a unique heroic spirit and cold arrogance, which suits her very well.
"Hello, Zhu Zhuqing."
Zhu Zhuqing's answer was still short and cold, with a slight nod. There was not much enthusiasm in his tone, but there was no alienation either.
There are not many people who can catch her eye. After Yu Tianheng was defeated, Dugu Yan did not show favoritism like other team members. Instead, he frankly admitted that the strong are respected. This frankness made her feel a little fond of him.
Fang Fan glanced at Dugu Yan, his gaze lingering on her green snake eyes and slightly green eyebrows for a moment.
He looked away, and his tone was as calm as if he was describing the weather. "You are sick."
Dugu Yan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face froze.
What?
What kind of mouth does this guy have?
She took the initiative to make friends with her kind intentions, but the first thing she said in exchange was "Are you sick?"
You are the only one who is sick, your whole family is sick.
She chewed the rebuttal that came to her lips over and over in her mind several times. Her lips moved for a long time, but not a single word came out.
Because she is indeed sick.
No,
Not just her,
The whole Dugu Family is sick. Bi
Phosphorus Snake Martial Soul The backlash of snake venom passed down from generation to generation is a curse engraved in the blood and the source of the decline of their family members.
Only Dugu Family knew this secret, and Yu Tianheng had never mentioned it even a word.
But this young man saw through it after just one glance.
"I can cure your disease." Fang Fan added.
Dugu Yan was stunned again. You really said this.
Her fingers were slightly curled, and her brain was running rapidly--
How does he know?
Even Imperial Fighting Team's teammates don't know this secret. How did he, a freshman who had just entered the academy for two days, learn about it?
She glanced around subconsciously and lowered her voice:
"Let's talk aside."
Fang Fan didn't move.
He still had the posture of leaning on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulders, as if this matter was not worth moving even half a step.
"Your family's Martial Soul has made you all poisoned by snake venom. It has started to attack since adulthood. The stronger the strength, the more powerful the poison. Your grandfather Dugu Bo has been tortured by this poison for decades, and so have you.
In every generation of you Dugu Family, someone dies from the backlash of snake venom, and this is the reason why your network of people is declining - it's not that the population is not prosperous, it's that you don't live long."
His tone was as calm as if he was reading a medical record, and every word accurately poked at the deepest fear in Dugu Yan's heart.
"Only I can cure it. Take us to see him."
Dugu Yan's eyes widened, and unbelievable waves surged in the green snake eyes.
They were all right - even her grandfather had been tortured by snake venom for decades, the root cause of the family's decline, and even the symptoms she had begun to vaguely feel, they were all right.
She has never revealed this to anyone, even her closest teammates only know that she has a grandfather Titled Douluo, that's all.
The young man took one look at her and turned her family's secrets inside out.
"You are really amazing."
Dugu Yan took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent waves in his chest. The cold arrogance in his tone was unknowingly replaced by admiration and a hint of expectation:
"You got everything right."
"How do you want to treat it? My grandfather is a master of poison. Not Titled Douluo. He can't do anything about this poison. Can you do it?"
Dugu Yan asked with some doubts.
After all, their family tried many methods, but none of them worked.
"Your grandfather has been using poison all his life. He has studied this snake venom for decades, but he still can't detoxify it. It's normal for you to doubt me."
Fang Fan was leaning on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, his tone was as calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter, and he slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Dugu Yan:
"But Poison Douluo has been guarding a treasure place all these years - he wanted to rely on the treasures there to suppress the toxicity, but unfortunately the method was wrong.
Those herbs can delay, but not cure. I can."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes. There was no extra explanation, no chest-beating guarantee, as if he was just stating a fact that had already happened.
Believe it or not, it's up to you.
It's up to you whether to lead the way or not. Dugu Yan was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.