Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

Before attaching spirit rings to his second martial soul, he had to admit that he couldn't win.

Without the second awakening of his first martial soul, it was just ordinary Blue Silver Grass. While not entirely useless, it wasn't much better than that.

If he still couldn't win after attaching spirit rings to his second martial soul, then what was the point of doing so?

The significant boost in strength brought Tang San immense confidence.

Listening to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's remarks, Tang San spread his hands.

Did others not believe in him, Tang San? Even they didn't believe in him anymore?

"Mubai, Fatty, do you not trust me anymore?"

Tang San asked with a calm expression.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun froze, feeling their minds shrink. Did they really stop trusting Tang San?

At that moment, the two fell into deep thought.

They didn't know when it started, but Tang San had subtly become the core of their group.

Whatever he said, they did, never doubting him.

So when had their trust in Tang San wavered?

Was it...

"Since we arrived in Heaven Dou City!"

The two exchanged glances, seemingly realizing something.

After arriving in Heaven Dou City, they had been repeatedly dealt heavy blows—either recovering from defeats or on the brink of being beaten again.

Every time, their blood boiled with excitement, but each time ended in failure.

Again and again, their resolve had been worn down.

Could they still muster their fighting spirit?

"Xiao San, I've always trusted you, but honestly, our strength is really... really just not enough."

Dai Mubai hesitated as he spoke.

"Yeah, our strength is ultimately too weak."

Ma Hongjun chimed in.

Tang San shook his head nonchalantly and said, "Have you ever considered our age?"

The words made everyone pause, instinctively looking at Tang San.

At that moment, Tang San seemed to exude an unprecedented aura of confidence. Facing the entire battle arena, he slowly began speaking:

"Our age is our greatest advantage!"

"Among our peers, how many have achieved what we have at this age?"

Hearing this, everyone seemed lost in thought. Even Huyan Li furrowed his brow.

Indeed, just how many could, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, break through to become Spirit Elders?

The Shrek team, though arrogant, had every right to be.

With their talent, if they were to participate in the next or even the competition after that, they would undoubtedly become the most dazzling stars.

The rules of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament stated that participants must be under twenty-five years old.

With Tang San and his team's current age, they could still compete ten years from now.

Of course, Dai Mubai, being two years older than Tang San, could only participate in the next tournament at most.

"A genius who doesn't grow up is just a genius."

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence in the rest area, drawing everyone's attention.

The speaker was a seventy- or eighty-year-old man, the deputy dean and team leader of one of the academies.

"In this world, geniuses are as common as fish crossing a river. But how many of them actually grow into true strongmen?"

"Kid, talent is just a prerequisite for entering the world of the strong. You also need other things—like keeping a low profile to develop your strength as much as possible and ultimately becoming a strongman."

"When you become a true strongman, your companions won't doubt you anymore."

"Right now, you clearly lack the confidence to back up your words."

The old man stroked his beard, shook his head, and said.

Hearing this, Tang San and his companions fell silent.

The rest area was once again plunged into quiet.

Was this the wisdom of a "strongman," sharing their life experience?

Tang San said nothing further, falling into deep contemplation.

In his previous life, as an outer disciple of the Tang Sect, he had always acted with great caution. Either he killed his targets in one strike or hid in the shadows, maintaining vigilance.

When he obtained the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record in his previous life, he had also been extremely low-key, which allowed him to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill to a high level while crafting the Buddha Fury Lotus.

Otherwise, he would have long been killed by the Sect Master and the elders.

"Have I really been wrong?"

In this life, he hadn't adhered to the principle of low-profile development. Instead, he had exposed many things openly.

If he hadn't participated in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament and instead focused on cultivation, he wouldn't have had to attach spirit rings to his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.

If he hadn't participated in any tournaments or spirit fights, he could have avoided revealing his spirit abilities.

It seemed many things had been initiated by him voluntarily, rather than forced upon him...

"Have I, Tang San, lived this life in vain?"

Tang San furrowed his brow. Though the thought was harsh, it fit the moment perfectly.

In his previous life, he had been so cautious and low-key. Why did he feel the need to prove himself in this one?

With the culmination of Tang Sect's legacy in his possession, he was inherently superior. As long as he grew stronger, he could overlook all others.

"Have I... been wrong..."

Thinking of this, Tang San cupped his hands toward the old man and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. Tang San is deeply grateful."

This time, Tang San was genuinely sincere. He couldn't even remember the last time he had so earnestly thanked someone.

The old man shook his head upon hearing this and replied, "Tang San, I can't accept your gratitude."

"I am but a mere Spirit Saint. How could I presume to guide the son of a Title Douluo?"

"I'm just sharing some life experiences."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly recalled that Tang San was not only a twin martial soul wielder but also had reached the level of Spirit Elder at such a young age.

Moreover, his father was an unimaginably terrifying Title Douluo—the fabled Clear Sky Douluo, renowned for taking on three Title Douluo at once!

Thinking of this, Huyan Li immediately closed his mouth.

Though he looked down on Tang San and the Shrek team, as the grandson of the Elephant Armored Clan's patriarch, he had to think carefully and avoid bringing trouble to his clan.

Even if Tang Hao couldn't defeat Zhongli, he was still immensely powerful. After all, Zhongli was the number one expert in the world!

If Tang Hao couldn't win, wasn't that perfectly normal?

Who could say they'd dare challenge Zhongli and claim victory?

But for clans without even a single Title Douluo, Tang Hao was akin to a god!

Tang San, seeing the situation, said nothing more.

"Mubai, Fatty, I will prove with my strength that your trust in me is not misplaced!"

At this point, there was no retreat for Tang San.

Now, trying to stay low-profile would only push him into the abyss.

Not only would he avoid being low-key, but he would also use the most dominant methods to win this Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament!

"There can only be one champion, and it will be me, Tang San!"

Tang San clenched his fists, his gaze once again fixed on the stage.

By now, the battle between Canghui Academy and Divine Wind Academy had already concluded.

The Divine WindAcademy team, including Feng Xiaotian, looked utterly horrified, as if they'd just seen something deeply terrifying.