Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 23 I Don't Have Time to Act Wild

Under his powerful urging, it was clear that...

The Blue Silver Grass, like a giant python lying in wait to hunt, coiled towards Di Tian with a chilling aura and swift power.

Its figure is agile and nimble, and every blade of grass seems to shimmer with a cold light, as if it has transformed into the most dangerous hunter in the jungle in this instant.

The application of Blue Silver Grass's soul skills was based on information he obtained from books and online records of Blue Silver Grass soul master competitions.

Although he was somewhat puzzled as to why other Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters had to rely on absorbing Soul Rings or Soul Power to barely activate such a basic technique.

After all, for him, manipulating the Blue Silver Grass to entangle others and heal them was as natural and effortless as an innate instinct.

Without needing any spirit rings to assist him, he could use the various uses of Blue Silver Grass with consummate skill solely through his own abilities.

Meanwhile, when Tang Wulin unleashed his Blue Silver Entanglement technique, Di Tian only paused briefly before calmly turning around.

Like a majestic, unmoving mountain, it stands firmly in place, without even the slightest sign of moving.

He remained calm and composed, letting Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass surge towards him like a tide, binding him tightly.

Until he was tightly bound and sealed by Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass, layer upon layer, as if woven into an airtight cage by resilient green vines.

Di Tian then casually reached out his hand.

Those seemingly delicate fingers contained astonishing power; with a gentle tug, they severed all the Blue Silver Grass on her body like a broken arrow.

Then, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he spoke in a calm and even voice.

"Have you had enough fun, kid?"

His gaze casually swept over the scattered blue silver grass on the ground, his deep eyes showing no ripples.

It was as if everything happening before their eyes was nothing more than a trivial farce.

After all, in his mind, as a strong person, how could he possibly argue with a mere child or get angry?

Moreover, the difference in strength between the two sides is as vast as an insurmountable chasm, and it is obvious at a glance.

He was certain of the brat's abilities, and now he clearly understood the insurmountable gap between them.

Thinking of this, Di Tian shook his head slightly and turned to continue walking.

But just as Di Tian turned around again, a deafening roar suddenly came from behind him.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, on the ground in front of Di Tian, ​​a stone pillar several meters high appeared out of thin air, towering majestically and blocking his path.

The stone pillar has a rough and hard surface, exuding an ancient and profound aura, as if silently proclaiming its resilience and faith.

"I already said you could leave! Tell me, where did you take my sister?"

Almost simultaneously, Tang Wulin roared furiously from behind, his voice filled with anger and anxiety.

Di Tian turned around slowly with a hint of surprise.

What came into view was Tang Wulin, who was tightly gripping a small, jet-black hammer in one hand.

The hammer gleamed with a mysterious and cold luster under the moonlight.

In his other hand, he held a longsword formed from blue silver grass, which exuded a rich life force.

This is: The Blue Silver Sword!
Just like the blue silver entanglement he just released, this is an extension of the blue silver herbaceous body.

Tang Wulin could perform this skill spontaneously without the help of any spirit rings or spirits.

At this moment, Tang Wulin, holding a hammer in one hand and a sword in the other, had a furious expression on his face, and his eyes were like burning flames as he stared intently at Di Tian.

Seeing this, Di Tian couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity and interest.

As far as he knew, the martial soul of the brat in front of him was nothing more than a worthless piece of blue silver grass and a meaningless storybook.

But what exactly is this hammer that appeared out of nowhere?

Could it be that I misjudged him before?

Could this kid be an unparalleled genius with a three-life martial soul?

"Interesting, kid. Could it be that you possess the Three Lives Martial Soul?" Di Tian raised an eyebrow and asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "No, it's the power of the story," Tang Wulin replied through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

Upon hearing this, Di Tian was slightly taken aback, his gaze shifting back and forth between the hammer and the longsword in Tang Wulin's hand.

Seeing this, Di Tian gradually understood the meaning behind Tang Wulin's words.

"So that's how it is. It's either a soul skill from the Second Martial Soul Storybook or a self-created soul skill? How boring."

As Di Tian muttered to himself, the slight interest on his face slowly receded like the tide.

If it were a three-life martial soul, it might pique his interest, but if it were merely a two-life martial soul...

Moreover, if one of the martial souls is the despised and useless Blue Silver Grass, then in Di Tian's eyes, this is really not surprising.

After all, if a martial soul like Blue Silver Grass didn't have the word "Emperor" in it...

In the eyes of many powerful individuals, it was like a chicken rib—tasteless to eat and not worth the trouble to discard.

It could even be said that ordinary Blue Silver Grass is the kind of martial soul that even a dog would shake its head and sigh at.

And coincidentally, in Di Tian's eyes, Tang Wulin's innate soul power was only level three.

The Blue Silver Grass he awakened could absolutely not be some kind of Blue Silver Emperor.
It will only be a useless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass!

In Di Tian's mind, a storybook that could form a level three innate soul power together with the useless martial soul Blue Silver Grass was no different from trash.

So even if the hammer that Tang Wulin had was indeed his Three Lives Martial Soul.

But aren't martial souls that can rival Blue Silver Grass and Storybook also trash?

That's right, Di Tian had seen the Clear Sky Hammer, which was hailed as the pinnacle of hammer-type martial souls.

However, in Di Tian's view, even the Clear Sky Hammer, without the matching cultivation technique, is only a mid-quality trash martial soul among all martial souls.

The small black hammer in Tang Wulin's hand didn't even have any special effects.

Therefore, regardless of whether Tang Wulin's hammer is his third martial soul or a soul skill of his second martial soul,

To Di Tian, ​​they're all the same—trash!

Moreover, Tang Wulin was foolish enough to rashly attach two spirit rings to his martial souls at the same time when he was only a dozen or so levels high.

This reckless squandering of his twin martial soul talents made Di Tian despise him even more, looking down on such a fool from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of this, the slight interest that had just ignited in Di Tian's heart vanished without a trace.

Before Tang Wulin could react, his figure vanished from the spot like a bolt of lightning, leaving only a blurry shadow.

next second.

"puff!"

Tang Wulin's body suddenly bent forward, the hammer and longsword in his hands fell to the ground with a thud, and he clutched his abdomen tightly with both hands.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, splashing onto the ground like a blooming red lotus.

Immediately afterwards, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At this moment, Emperor Tian's words from above finally arrived like a belated thunderclap.

"Little brat, you should go home and sleep with your children's fairy tale books. I don't have time to play your pranks."

Di Tian stood on the high ground, looking at Tang Wulin on the ground, who was spitting blood and in a sorry state, and gently shook his head.

But before he could take a step, suddenly, a small hand covered in blood and dust gripped his thigh like an iron clamp.

"Ahem. I didn't say you could leave. Where did you take my sister? Give her back to me!!!"

Tang Wulin raised his head, his face covered in dust, and blood gushing from his mouth.

But his gaze remained as firm as a rock, and he clung tightly to Di Tian's leg, showing no sign of letting go.

Di Tian looked at the human brat whose face was covered in dust and whose mouth was spitting blood, yet who still stubbornly clung tightly to his leg and refused to let go.

His face instantly darkened, like a sky filled with dark clouds, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

(End of this chapter)