Explosive Eight-Stage Throw, Battling a One-Word Battle Armor Master

"You... you're asking for death!" Wang Yu climbed off the ground, his face burning as he felt utterly humiliated.

He roared and instantly released his martial soul. The phantom of a scarlet Flame Lion King appeared behind him, and five soul rings—three purple and two black—lit up simultaneously.

At twenty, he was a Five-Ring Soul King with One-Word Battle Armor to boot. His talent really was impressive.

In fact, he had even stood a slight chance of making it into Shrek Academy's Inner Court, but he had given up.

His days at Shrek Academy had been the most stifling of his life. If his father and the others hadn't insisted he go there to burnish his credentials, why would he ever have gone?

Wasn't it better to throw his weight around outside? With a Three-Word Battle Armor Master and War God for a grandfather, he enjoyed exceptional status wherever he went.

"First soul skill, Flame Impact!"

He swung his hand fiercely, sending a thick pillar of flame blasting toward Tang Wulin. Heat rolled outward, warping the surrounding air. Tang Ziran and Lang Yue went pale with fright and tried to rush forward to shield their son.

But Tang Wulin was faster than either of them.

His figure flickered as he activated Teleportation, appearing beside the pillar of flame and easily dodging it. Then he turned and shouted to his parents, "Dad, Mom, get back!"

As his words fell, golden light suddenly blazed from his body.

Golden Dragon Body! Golden Dragon Tyrant Body!

Both enhancements activated at once. A layer of fine golden scales appeared over his skin, and his bloodline power surged like mighty rivers. In his Berserk state, he radiated a heart-quaking pressure, like a golden dragon in human form.

He broke through Wang Yu's first soul skill with ease and even charged straight back at him, his gaze blazing like a torch.

"Fourth soul skill, Flame Storm!"

Unwilling to be outdone, Wang Yu unleashed another soul skill. A scarlet firestorm swept outward with him at its center, engulfing dozens of meters in a sea of flames. The terrified onlookers retreated again and again.

Tang Wulin also activated his Soft-Boned Enchanting Rabbit Martial Soul, three purple soul rings shining brilliantly.

Yet Tang Wulin charged straight into the firestorm.

The flames scorched his body, but Golden Dragon Tyrant Body weakened them so severely that they could inflict no real damage. Like a golden beast, he rampaged through the sea of fire and reached Wang Yu in the blink of an eye.

"You..." Wang Yu's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, Tang Wulin's fist came crashing down again.

Bam!

This punch was even heavier than the last. Wang Yu was driven into the ground, his bones giving off sickening cracks that set teeth on edge. He opened his mouth to cry out, but only spat out bloody foam.

Tang Wulin could already unleash fifty thousand jin of force in a simple burst, without even pushing himself to his limit. An ordinary Soul King really couldn't withstand it.

But Tang Wulin had no intention of stopping. He seized Wang Yu by the collar, hauled him out of the ground, and slammed him down again.

"Apologize."

"You... in your dreams!" Wang Yu roared, trying to struggle, but Tang Wulin's strength was far beyond anything he could resist. He felt as though a giant dragon had pinned him to the ground, leaving him unable to move.

Tang Wulin wasted no words and delivered another over-the-shoulder throw.

Bam!

"Apologize."

"I... I'll kill you!"

Bam!

"Apologize."

"You... aah!"

Bam!

Tang Wulin threw him four times without a flicker of expression. Wang Yu's face was already battered and swollen, his mouth full of blood, and his consciousness was beginning to blur. His martial soul had long since been beaten apart, and his soul power was in utter disarray. He lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

The surroundings fell so silent that not even a crow could be heard.

Everyone stared at the scene, dumbstruck. A six- or seven-year-old child had pinned a Five-Ring Soul King to the ground and beaten him senseless, leaving him unable even to fight back. What... what kind of monster was this?

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were stunned as well. They knew their son was talented, but they had never imagined his talent reached this level. That was a Five-Ring Soul King! In a small place like Aolai City, he would already rank among the strongest. Yet he couldn't even last three exchanges against Tang Wulin?

Just what had this child done here to become so powerful?

Wang Yu lay on the ground, his whole body wracked with pain and his consciousness hazy. But the whispers around him and those mocking gazes stabbed into his heart like needles.

He had been defeated by a child.

A seven- or eight-year-old brat, a Three-Ring Soul Elder, had pinned him—a Five-Ring Soul King—to the ground and thrashed him in front of all these people.

He was Wang Yu, a Shrek Academy graduate, a One-Word Battle Armor Master, and the grandson of the War God Temple's Eighteenth War God. Yet today, a child had beaten him into this sorry, doglike state.

If word got out, how could he ever show his face again?

An overwhelming sense of shame surged through Wang Yu, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He scrambled up from the ground, ignoring the pain throughout his body, and let out a beastlike roar.

"I want you dead!"

Soul power surged wildly through him. A suit of silver-white battle armor emerged from within his body and swiftly covered him from head to toe. Helmet, breastplate, arm guards, leg armor... every plate gleamed with a metallic luster, shining brilliantly beneath the sunlight.

One-Word Battle Armor!

The onlookers sucked in sharp breaths.

"One-Word Battle Armor! He's put on his One-Word Battle Armor!"

"A Five-Ring Soul King with One-Word Battle Armor can rival a Seven-Ring Soul Sage!"

"That child's finished... no matter how monstrous his talent is, he can't possibly defeat a Soul King wearing battle armor!"

The way everyone looked at Tang Wulin changed, filling with regret and sympathy. A genius with a boundless future would likely be cut down here today.

Grinning viciously, Wang Yu advanced toward Tang Wulin step by step. Beneath the battle armor, his aura soared, and his soul power fluctuations were more than twice as strong as before. He raised a hand and pointed at Tang Wulin.

"You little bastard, I'll show you what a true difference in strength looks like!"

He had grown up clothed in silk and fed on delicacies, never suffering any real setbacks. Being defeated by Tang Wulin in full public view had utterly enraged him.

Genuine killing intent rose in his heart. He wanted this child dead.

Tang Wulin narrowed his eyes at Wang Yu's silver-white battle armor, rapidly weighing his options. The armor's enhancement was indeed terrifying. Wearing it, Wang Yu had definitely reached Soul Saint-level strength. Tang Wulin was only at rank 34; a head-on clash would certainly put him at a disadvantage.

The gap in soul power was still too great.

But who said I had to clash with him head-on?

Just as Wang Yu continued smugly spouting threats, Tang Wulin suddenly vanished.

Teleportation!

Wang Yu's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively tried to defend himself, but it was already too late. Tang Wulin appeared behind him, his hands clamping onto Wang Yu's shoulder and waist like iron pincers. A tremendous force lifted him bodily into the air.

"What..."

Before Wang Yu could react, Tang Wulin had swung him up. Heaven and earth spun around him before he slammed heavily into the ground.

Bam!

The first stage of the Eight-Stage Throw.

"Aah!" Wang Yu screamed, feeling as though all his internal organs had been knocked out of place.

But Tang Wulin gave him no chance to catch his breath. Once the Eight-Stage Throw began, it could not be stopped. Gripping Wang Yu's body, he slammed him into the ground over and over like a tattered sack.

Bam! Second stage!

Bam! Third stage!

Bam! Fourth stage!

Every strike carried terrifying force, smashing deep craters into the ground and sending broken stones flying. Under the tremendous impacts, Wang Yu's battle armor groaned as though it could no longer bear the burden, but Tang Wulin showed no intention of stopping.

"Stop!"

A furious shout rang out from afar, carrying soul power vibrations that made everyone's eardrums ache. A burly man in military uniform came charging over, his face livid and his eyes blazing with rage.

But Tang Wulin did not stop at all.

Bam! Fifth stage!

Bam! Sixth stage!

Bam! Seventh stage!

"I told you to stop!" the burly uniformed man roared. His soul power erupted as he tried to rush forward and intervene.

Tang Wulin acted as though he hadn't heard him. The final strike... the eighth stage!

Grasping Wang Yu's body with both hands, he hoisted him high overhead, then smashed him down into the ground.

Boom!