A Titled Douluo in His Teens?!

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong had seen plenty of powerful people.

She felt that even Grandpa Sword could not be certain of defeating Zhao Wuji with a single punch without using soul power or soul skills.

Could this man be a Titled Douluo?

Ning Rongrong's heart jolted, but after thinking it over, she quickly dismissed the idea.

The main reason was that Tang Tianlin was too young.

Even Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest in history, had only attained his title in his forties.

This man looked less than twenty.

But if he was not a Titled Douluo, how could he have knocked out a Soul Saint with one punch?

She suddenly recalled a possibility her father had once mentioned.

Certain top-tier powers used special methods to raise their core disciples, feeding them all kinds of heavenly treasures from childhood and tempering their bodies with ten-thousand-year-old dragon blood.

Such people often possessed strength far beyond their apparent level.

Could he be the kind of genius Father talked about?

Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered, and she immediately developed a keen interest in him.

If she could win over a genius like this, her father would surely praise her when she returned.

On the other side of the crowd, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened, and she could no longer maintain her cool expression.

She had thought a Soul Elder fighting a Soul Saint was already unbelievable.

Yet now, Zhao Wuji, a powerful Soul Saint, had been punched unconscious by a mysterious young man.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly turned her head, her gaze settling on the disheveled Dai Mubai nearby, and an indescribable disgust suddenly welled up within her.

At the same age, Tang San could fight a Soul Saint as a Soul Elder, while this black-haired young man had subdued a Soul Saint with a single punch.

And what about her fiancé?

He had tried to harass another woman in the street, only to be pinned to the ground and beaten by a boy even younger than himself, leaving him dependent on someone else to rescue him.

Even the vice dean who had come to his rescue had been knocked out with a single punch.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes, a trace of self-mockery appearing at the corners of her mouth.

She had traveled all the way here from the Star Luo Empire, thinking Dai Mubai would at least be a genius she could entrust herself to.

And the result?

He was nothing but trash who squandered his talent.

She had already been disappointed by Dai Mubai's running away. Now, that disappointment had reached its peak.

With someone like him, how could she possibly stand against Dai Weisi and her elder sister?

"Big Brother!"

Tang San rose from the ground, dusted himself off, and grinned.

He had known his big brother would step in at the critical moment.

Although he still had plenty of tricks he had not used, those were his trump cards, and naturally, he did not want to expose them in front of everyone.

Tang Tianlin glanced at him and said irritably, "I told you not to cause trouble, and here you are, fighting people in the street."

"They attacked first." Tang San looked innocent.

"Wow, Brother Tianlin, you're so strong!"

Once the fight was over, Xiao Wu immediately trotted over and began showering him with flattery.

Dugu Yan stood to one side, her eyes full of admiration.

"Ugh..."

Just then, a muffled groan sounded.

Lying on the ground, Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes and struggled to prop himself up.

The moment he raised his head, he saw a tall figure looking down at him from above.

In an instant, every memory of what had just happened resurfaced in his mind.

Zhao Wuji shuddered all over. The searing pain in his chest seemed to magnify endlessly at that moment, making even breathing difficult.

He had seen plenty of powerful people.

Sparring between Soul Saints, the oppressive presence of Soul Douluos, and even, from afar, the spectacle of heaven and earth changing color when a Titled Douluo struck.

But none of those experiences had been as immediate or as terrifying as that punch.

No fluctuations of soul power. No manifestation of a martial soul.

Pure physical strength.

One punch.

He, Zhao Wuji, was a level seventy-six Soul Saint with the Great Strength Vajra Bear martial soul, known as the Immovable Wisdom King.

Yet before this man, he had not even had time to activate his defenses before being casually pressed into the dirt like an ant.

He did not doubt for a moment that if the man had wanted to kill him, he would already be a corpse.

"Senior."

Zhao Wuji lowered his head toward Tang Tianlin and said hoarsely, "I, Zhao Wuji, had eyes but failed to see. I offended your younger brother, and I offer you my apologies."

As he spoke, he actually bent at the waist until his forehead nearly touched the ground.

"Apologies?"

Tang Tianlin sneered. "What can you offer as an apology?"

"You saw it yourself. My younger brother is a first-rate genius. If anything had happened to him, could you afford to make up for it?"

Zhao Wuji's heart lurched. He knew he would likely have to pay a price to settle this matter.

But the other man held the upper hand, and he had no choice but to bow his head.

"You're right, Senior..."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji took out a bulging money pouch and tremblingly offered it to him.

"Senior, this... this is everything I own. Would you..."

Tang Tianlin glanced down at it, his brows furrowing slightly.

The pouch was small and could hold no more than two thousand or so gold soul coins.

How could a Soul Saint be this poor?

Noticing Tang Tianlin's expression, Zhao Wuji's breath caught. He quickly pulled a black card from inside his clothes and handed it over.

"Senior, there are another six thousand gold soul coins on this card."

"Hmph. At least you know what's good for you."

Tang Tianlin accepted the pouch and black card. Just as he was about to put them into his Storage Soul Tool, Xiao Wu suddenly remembered something and spoke up beside him.

"Brother Tianlin, two other people attacked Little San just now."

As she spoke, she raised a hand and pointed straight at two figures quietly backing away behind the crowd.

They were Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

Hearing Xiao Wu identify them, both froze in their tracks.

They had hoped to slip away while Teacher Zhao Wuji held everyone's attention.

But the other side had noticed them after all.

"So there are still fish that slipped through the net."

Tang Tianlin walked over and stopped in front of them, his tone indifferent. "Tell me, what should I do with you?"

Dai Mubai shuddered at those words, his mind racing as he tried to find the perfect explanation.

But he had always been the one bullying others. Now that the tables had turned, his mind was utterly blank.

Think, you stupid brain...

Just as Dai Mubai struggled to hold on, Ma Hongjun suddenly dropped to both knees beside him, his trembling voice ringing out.

"Senior, a great man like you has a generous heart! I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai! Please spare us just this once!"

At those words, Dai Mubai felt his vision go dark.

This pighead! Did he really think a Titled Douluo was a fool? He had beaten the man's younger brother, and now he wanted to settle it with an apology?

Judging by how this man had treated Teacher Zhao, he would most likely let them go as long as they apologized and paid compensation.

Yet this fatso was completely brainless. He had actually thought to use moral pressure against him?!

"From what you're saying, if I don't let you go, that makes me narrow-minded?"

As his words fell, Tang Tianlin's eyes narrowed, and an invisible dragon might instantly spread outward.

The instant Ma Hongjun felt that dragon might, his limbs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling continuously from his mouth.

"S-Senior, I was wrong! I'm willing to pay compensation!"

A moment later, Tang Tianlin withdrew his gaze, and the dragon might receded like the tide.

Ma Hongjun lay limp on the ground like a dead dog with its spine ripped out, gasping for breath.