Currents Stir in Ironwall City, the Plan Begins

Over the next few days, everything returned to calm. Not a ripple disturbed the surface, yet hidden currents were stirring through Ironwall City. No one knew when they might converge into a towering wave and swallow the city whole.

As Ironwall City's highest-ranking military officer, Hong Zhen had no idea that a trace of resentment in one subordinate's heart would someday bring immeasurable trouble to the army he had spent his life building and stationing there.

The unrest brewing beneath the city's surface did not change Tang Shan's routine. After submitting his plan to Xue Qinghe that afternoon, he threw himself back into training. He knew that on the Douluo Continent, no matter how clever a scheme or profound a mind might be, neither was as useful as overwhelming strength.

With enough strength, one could return from the dead, stand alone against a nation, or even halt the progress of civilization and society single-handedly.

Just like the Sea God who descended at the end of Douluo II. The weak relied on wits; the strong had always relied on their fists.

Sharp venomous spines shot from Porcupinefish Douluo like driving rain, tearing through the air with a pungent, fishy stench. Tang Shan's expression remained grave but steady. He twisted and turned, then pushed off the ground and charged straight at his opponent. He had already held his breath to keep the poison from entering his nose or mouth.

The Purple Soul Ring beneath his feet flared. His muscles swelled as he stamped hard on the ground.

Bang!

The dull impact made the ground tremble. Stone slabs shattered, and with precise control of his strength, Tang Shan sent the fragments flying upward. He reached back and caught the largest piece, crushed it between his fingers, then flicked his wrist and hurled the