Chapter 5 Can't even beat a Tier 1 magical beast? Stop lying to yourself!
After the smoke and dust cleared, gravel rolled down.
The once spirited master Yu Xiaogang was now embedded in the pile of rocks in a starfish shape.
The robe that once represented the dignity of Shrek teachers had been transformed into beggar's clothes, his body charred black, and his hair burned into an explosive curl, still emitting wisps of smoke.
"Cough...cough cough!"
Yu Xiaogang twitched his fingers with difficulty, the intense pain contorting his already stiff face.
He didn't die.
As a level 29 Great Soul Master, although his soul power was weak, his physical fitness was still better than that of an ordinary person. In addition, Luo Sanpao blocked most of the damage for him at the last moment, which saved his life.
Even so, he was already seriously injured, with at least three ribs broken!
"Impossible..."
Yu Xiaogang shakily raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the Inferno Grey Wolf not far away, and then roared:
"Mutant! This is definitely a mutated soul beast!"
"Or perhaps it was a 100,000-year-old soul beast that had been reborn as a juvenile. Otherwise, how could it have broken my Luo Sanpao so easily!"
Even now, he still refuses to admit that there is a problem with his theory.
In his mind, ten-year-old soul beasts were trash, just wild beasts with only instincts. How could they possibly be comparable to a Soul Saint with a single casual strike?
However, reality is often crueler than theory. After spitting out a fireball, the Inferno Grey Wolf didn't even glance at Yu Xiaogang again, its beastly eyes filled with disdain and boredom.
Too weak.
In this perilous Monster Mountain Range, creatures that are not even as strong as first-tier magical beasts are not even qualified to be its food.
Moreover, the meat looks dry and has too little energy; it's even too tough to get stuck in your teeth.
"Huff."
The Inferno Grey Wolf snorted, flicked its tail, turned around, and disappeared into the bushes, leaving behind a dashing silhouette.
But to Yu Xiaogang, who was proud and concerned about his image, being ignored was worse than being killed.
...
Meanwhile, in Douluo Continent.
Spirit Hall City, Elder Hall.
Qian Daoliu gazed at the image on the screen, his aged fingers tapping lightly on his chair as he spoke in a low voice:
"The energy level of that world is far beyond ours."
"Although the fireball spat out by that wolf looked only the size of a fist, the energy density compressed inside was more than a hundred times that of soul power."
"Is this what they call a higher-dimensional world?"
"Our soul power is gaseous and loose, while the energy in that world, even at its most basic level, is liquid or even solid."
"It's like a piece of tofu hitting a piece of steel; no matter how big the tofu is, it will be instantly crushed by the steel!"
At this point, a sense of powerlessness, unlike anything he had ever felt before, flashed in the eyes of this peerless Douluo.
...
On the other side, Shrek Academy.
Tang San, who had been so proud just moments before, was now slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant, mechanically muttering to himself:
"No, the teacher can't be wrong..."
"That was an accident, yes, it was an accident with an extremely low probability."
"That wolf must have eaten some rare and precious treasure, causing its internal energy to go berserk. Teacher was just unlucky."
Seeing Tang San lost in his trance, Zhao Wuji, though unwilling to admit it, finally shook his head helplessly.
"Don't lie to yourself, mistress!"
Even the usually greedy Dean Flander took off his glasses, wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at the pitiful Yu Xiaogang on the screen, sighing deeply:
"Xiaogang, it's good that you're alive. Stop trying to apply your theories to that world."
"There, your ten core theories might not even be worth a piece of waste paper!"
...
However, the live broadcast continued on the sky screen.
Compared to Yu Xiaogang's disheveled state, Zhang Dapao, the fourth selected deacon of the Spirit Hall, was facing even greater despair.
He arrived in a desert.
In the Tagor Desert, the sun blazes down, and the air is distorted.
Although Zhang Dapao was a level 25 Great Soul Master and his Martial Soul was the Iron Wolf, which had a certain degree of heat resistance, he felt like he was about to be roasted alive.
"Water, I need water..."
He crawled laboriously across the sand dunes, his lips cracked.
Suddenly, a movement came from the sand ahead.
"What is that?" Zhang Dapao's eyes lit up. If it was a soul beast, he could kill it and drink its blood to quench his thirst!
In this kind of environment, you have to survive at all costs!
Thinking of this, he pounced forward and, the instant his martial soul was activated, slapped at the small blue scorpion, no bigger than a palm, that emerged from the sand.
However, a snapping sound rang out, and Zhang Dapao's proud Iron Wolf Claws broke off the moment they touched the little scorpion's carapace!
Immediately afterward, the little blue scorpion flicked its stinger, and Zhang Dapao froze instantly. Within three seconds, his fingers turned bluish-purple.
"Uh...uh..." He couldn't even let out a scream. The poison attacked his heart, and he foamed at the mouth before collapsing and dying.
[The fourth explorer, Zhang Dapao, has been confirmed dead!]
[Cause of death: Poisoning from a level-one magical beast, the Blue-tailed Sand Scorpion.]
Seeing this, the people in the Douluo world finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Another one has died!
And it was killed instantly by a scorpion the size of a palm!
"A Great Soul Master's defense can't even stop a single insect from that world?"
At this moment, everyone in Douluo Continent finally clearly realized the gap between these two worlds.
Just as two-dimensional paper figures can never defeat three-dimensional humans, a sense of despair began to spread across the entire continent.
...
At the same time.
Battle Through the Heavens dimension, Central Plains.
This is the center of the entire Dou Qi Continent, a place teeming with powerful individuals and numerous sects.
In a secluded paradise in the Central Plains, a misty, ethereal island floats quietly in the heavens.
On the island, palaces stand in clusters, and mythical birds soar about.
Even the slightest overflow of spiritual energy was so concentrated that it transformed into a tangible rain of spiritual energy.
This place is a forbidden area in the eyes of countless powerful figures in Zhongzhou, and also the legendary dojo of that reclusive being.
At this moment, deep within the Heavenly Palace, inside a pavilion carved from ten-thousand-year-old cold jade.
A young man dressed in white, with a face as handsome as a demon and an ethereal temperament like a banished immortal, was leaning lazily against the back of a chair.
He held a cup of tea in his hand, his deep, star-like eyes watching with great interest the image projected onto the sky.
If those powerful Dou Zun and Dou Sheng from the outside world were to see this person, they would surely be so frightened that they would kneel down on the spot.
Because he is the master of this Heavenly Palace. He had reincarnated here decades ago and, with the help of the system, swept through everything to eventually become a terrifying existence at the peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng.
[end of the chapter]