Over the next few days, Tang Wulin once again got a taste of Xuan Zi's infuriating method of carrying people while traveling at high speed.
What exceeded Xuan Zi's expectations was that Tang Wulin actually endured it all the way.
"Kid, has your physical condition already reached the level of a Titled Douluo?"
While traveling, Xuan Zi asked him this on a small island in the sea.
Along the way, he had continuously increased his speed, and now he had reached the fastest pace at which he could travel while carrying someone. Yet Tang Wulin only looked slightly uncomfortable and had not vomited violently at all. It truly startled him.
Based on his experience, even a Titled Douluo who went through this might not remain as relaxed-looking as Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin shook his head.
"I don't know."
He truly did not know. After all, he had never directly fought a powerhouse at the Titled Douluo level.
Still, he was confident that he was at least stronger than most Soul Douluo.
Xuan Zi took a deep breath and pointed at himself.
"Come on. Hit me with a full-force punch."
Tang Wulin frowned slightly.
"Elder Xuan, isn't that inappropriate?"
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. Do you not trust my strength? Hurry up and stop dawdling."
Seeing that Xuan Zi had made up his mind, Tang Wulin could only say helplessly:
"Then excuse me."
As he spoke, his hands turned into dragon claws. He assumed a stance and took a deep breath.
Xuan Zi's expression turned solemn. He could actually faintly feel a sense of oppression coming from Tang Wulin.
Had this kid's Bloodline Power grown much stronger again? It could actually affect him so intensely now.
Xuan Zi's Godly Taotie Bull Martial Soul carried the Taotie bloodline. Even if it was