Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

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This one is too shabby, I don't want it. This one is too old, I don't want it either. And this one, it looks like a love hotel, I can't take it either.

You can't exactly let Jerry torture Tom with a small leather whip, can you? Just thinking about it sent chills down Shen An's spine.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the grand and imposing gate of an academy, with the four characters "Tianshui Academy" prominently displayed above it.

Many girls in Tianshui uniforms walked around showing off their long legs, which was very eye-catching.

Shen An couldn't help but take a few more glances; after all, he was a normal man, so how could he not like looking at beautiful girls?

Shen An couldn't help but feel curious, wanting to see what a college full of girls was like if he had the chance.

Finally, after wandering around for a while, Shen An found a hotel that looked extremely high-end.

Having plenty of money, Shen An naturally wouldn't treat himself badly. After quickly checking in, he inquired about the Great Soul Arena and headed there.

Since we're already here, how can we not make a splash and boost our fame?

Soon they arrived at the Tianshui Grand Arena. Shen An noticed that Tianshui City had a very heavy yin energy, and 70% of the audience were women.

Even the majority of those who went on stage to fight were female Soul Masters.

Shen An, who had already successfully registered, watched the competition on the stage with great interest, although the use of soul skills and strength seemed quite ordinary to him.

But the sight of beautiful women tearing each other apart is extremely pleasing to the eye.

There are quite a few food vendors in the Great Soul Arena, and their locations are all pretty much the same, usually very far back.

Tom's mouth watered instantly as he looked at the snacks behind him, and Jerry next to him did the same. These two foodies have never been able to resist delicious food.

Shen An took out a bunch of gold soul coins and gave them to Tom. Tom grabbed the coins and immediately ran over. "Delicious food! I'm here to pretend to be an old pro!"

Jerry decided to wait patiently until Tom bought it back, then it would ring out in its honor.

But the more Tom walked, the more he felt something was wrong. Why were all those eyes staring at him?

Tom slowed his pace and cautiously turned his head to look; he saw a group of female Soul Masters.

As we all know, the vast majority of female Soul Masters have little resistance to cats.

Especially adorable cats like Tom who are naturally timid around humans.

Tom was grabbed in terror by someone's outstretched hand, and countless women's hands groped his body.

"Meow!"

A piercing meow echoed throughout the Tianshui Grand Arena.

Finally, Tom returned with a pile of snacks, his little tears falling like they were free, making him unclean, played with by hundreds and thousands of women.

Shen An also fell silent. How could a perfectly healthy cat go out happily, but come back not only with tears streaming down its face, but also with bald patches all over its body?

"Respected Soul Master, it will be your turn to fight next. As you are the holder of the Golden Soul Medal, there are currently no Soul Master level opponents who can match you."

"Therefore, your opponent will be the holder of the Silver Soul Medal, a Soul King level artifact." Shen An smiled at the waitress and prepared to follow her onto the stage.

These things were discussed during the registration process.

The waitress blushed slightly at Shen An's smile. He was so handsome, and at such a young age, he already possessed the Golden Soul Medal. Should I seize the opportunity to ask for his contact information?

On the other side of the lounge,

In the Starry Sky Forest, Leng Yingqiu spoke to Shui Bing'er, the most outstanding student of Tianshui Academy.

"Bing'er, today your teacher is going to have a duel with a Soul Master who has won a Gold Soul Medal. Watch carefully."

"You must have something special to earn the Golden Battle Spirit Medal. You should learn something from it."

Shui Bing'er nodded gently: "Don't worry, Teacher Leng, please be careful too."

Leng Yingqiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, the gap in levels isn't so easy to bridge. After all, I'm a teacher at Tianshui Academy, so I have that much confidence."

"I'll play you a tutorial game today."

Starry Sky Forest.

Tang San, who had been missing for several months, was currently absorbing the soul ring of a human-faced demon spider.

Tang Hao sighed from the side, realizing that his son was indeed blessed with extraordinary talent. The Eight Spider Lances were truly powerful, capable of plundering the soul power and life force of others for his own use.

Tang San has now advanced to the Soul King level and absorbed a giant human-faced demon spider that is 15,000 years old.

Normally, a Soul Master's fifth Soul Ring should not exceed 12,000 years, but Tang San chose the Human-Faced Demon Spider, which has an even higher age, in order to achieve greater growth.

Tang Hao, standing to the side, was not worried about whether his son could successfully absorb the essence. He had already had Tang San fuse with the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone in advance, and the Soul Bone brought Tang San a huge boost to his body.

In addition, Tang San's mental strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. Now, with this double protection, he is absolutely secure, both physically and mentally.

The fourth spirit ring is eight thousand years old, and the fifth spirit ring is fifteen thousand years old. Even Shen An is far from being able to match that. Tang Hao's heart stirred slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang San opened his eyes, looking refreshed and full of pride.

His fourth and fifth spirit rings far exceed the age limit of ordinary spirit masters. Who else can compare?

"Dad, I've already become a Soul King. Can't I capture some more Soul Masters to absorb their soul power?"

Tang San's eyes were filled with a mixture of killing intent and greed, and he said with some lingering satisfaction.

The feeling of suddenly gaining strength is simply wonderful; it's so addictive that you can't stop thinking about it.

If he continues to improve at this rate, it won't be long before he becomes a Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and even breaks his father's record as the youngest Title Douluo.

Tang Hao said calmly, "Little San, although absorbing soul power won't harm your foundation, your power is increasing too quickly. You need to consolidate it."

"With your Soul King level and your combat awareness, you will definitely be able to dominate the upcoming Soul Master Competition."

Tang San responded, sounding somewhat reluctant.

Tang Hao sighed inwardly. The reason he said this was partly because he wanted Tang San to consolidate his strength, and partly because the large-scale disappearance of Soul King and Soul Emperor level figures would alert the Spirit Hall.

Moreover, Tang Hao suddenly realized that Tang San's method of plundering others' life force and cultivation was even more ruthless than that of the evil soul masters of yesteryear.

Once discovered, Tang Hao was genuinely afraid that Qian Daoliu would immediately come to his door to kill him.

Tang Hao has come to a realization in recent days. He discovered that Qian Daoliu did not seem to have any intention to kill him that day, otherwise he would never have been able to escape from the hands of a Limit Douluo who was known as the strongest in the sky.

But Tang San is different. If his behavior is discovered, Qian Daoliu will probably attack him with his knife without saying a word.

Back then, the entire Spirit Hall harbored immense hatred for that evil spirit master, among whom Qian Daoliu, as the Judgment Elder, was the most ruthless in killing him.

Sensing his son's emotions, Tang Hao comforted him, "Little San, for the next few days you should focus on practicing the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. After the Soul Master Competition, I'll take you to a nice place."

"I believe your strength will be greatly enhanced in that place."

Tang San nodded excitedly. He couldn't wait to participate in the Soul Master Competition, crush Shen An in front of everyone, and then improve his strength.

Chapter 205 Tom Uses the Magic Rope (5000)

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Tianshui Grand Arena.

"The next battle is going to be very interesting, I promise, it's a battle you've never seen before."

"Next up is a duel between Soul Master Shen An, recipient of the Golden Soul Medal, and Soul King Leng Yingqiu."

The host shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to stir up the audience's emotions.

Undoubtedly, this kind of battle against opponents of a higher level is more likely to arouse people's desire to watch and have fun.

The audience erupted in cheers and shouts.

Shui Bing'er, who was in the lounge, suddenly stood up, her hazy, icy blue eyes looking at the person on the stage with surprise.

He actually came to Tianshui; I never imagined he had already risen to the level of Soul Master.

Shuiyue was slightly surprised but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Shen An has always kept his cultivation level well hidden and has never revealed his specific level.

Therefore, Shui Yue'er's impression of Shen An was always that he was a Soul Master close to level 40. After all, Shen An's combat performance was too strong, so it would be unreasonable if his level was not high.

Shui Bing'er wasn't too worried about whether Leng Yingqiu could win, since her teacher was a level 58 control-type Soul King.

The difference in soul power between each level becomes increasingly difficult to overcome as a soul master progresses, especially since his teacher is known as an invincible control-type soul master of the same level.

Shui Bing'er really couldn't believe how her teacher could lose. No matter how strong Shen An was, he could only cause her teacher some trouble.

Leaving behind Tom and Jerry, who were both bald, Shen An went on stage by himself.

Leng Yingqiu was a woman in her early thirties, with a cold and elegant demeanor, alluring eyes, and an extremely voluptuous figure; she was a quintessential beautiful mature woman.

Leng Yingqiu also sized up Shen An; he was refined, otherworldly, and handsome, with an excellent appearance.

"Leng Yingqiu, a level 58 control-type Soul King, whose martial soul is the Frost Fan."

"Shen An, Soul Master, Martial Soul: Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

Leng Yingqiu's expression turned sour upon hearing this. She thought Shen An was too arrogant, not even mentioning his specific rank. The good impression she had of Shen An because of his appearance vanished.

“Your soul power is a whole level lower than mine, so you should make the first move. Otherwise, once I make my move, you won’t even have a chance to turn the tables,” Leng Yingqiu said, suppressing her displeasure.

Shen An smiled wryly; he was being looked down upon.

Shen An reached out and grasped at the air in front of him, and a long sword flowing with a blue light appeared.

This sword has no sheath, so its sharp edge is exposed. The blade gleams with a cold light, and its sword energy permeates the surroundings, making even the air feel colder.

Leng Yingqiu's pupils contracted. The quality of a martial soul is easy to sense; its powerful sharpness made people afraid to look directly at it.

Who exactly is this person? His martial spirit alone gives me such a strong sense of pressure. Shen An, what a familiar name.

Just as Leng Yingqiu was trying to recall, Shen An had already attacked with his sword. He did not use his soul rings or soul skills, but simply relied on his speed and strength.

In Leng Yingqiu's eyes, Shen An seemed to have teleported, one second still in the same spot, the next he had already drawn his sword and was slashing at her.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Yingqiu held a delicate and beautiful white fan, and her five spirit rings appeared instantly behind her, two of which suddenly lit up.

Leng Yingqiu waved her fan to greet them, and a cold wind blew from the fan, freezing everything in its path.

At the same time, Shen An discovered that ice had instantly frozen beneath his feet, binding his legs.

That's interesting. This ice property is very convenient. With this, ice blocks can be frozen anytime in the summer. Just thinking about it is so cool.

Shen An couldn't help but feel a little envious, but his hands didn't stop moving at all. He poured his soul power into the water, and the green light shone through the air.

A burst of sword energy erupted, silently tearing through the air and crashing into the cold wind.

The cold wind was torn to pieces, and at the same time, the icicles frozen in the air turned into ice shards and fell down.

Leng Yingqiu then activated her second soul skill, stirring up a cold wind, which finally dissipated the sword energy.

Leng Yingqiu's face was extremely ugly. She really didn't expect that her two soul skills were only enough to block one sword aura from Shen An.

This person's martial spirit is incredibly powerful in terms of attack, but correspondingly, his defense is much weaker, as can be seen from the fact that his feet are firmly restrained by me.

In some ways, Leng Yingqiu's guess was correct; Shen An was indeed high on offense and low on defense.

However, this defense depends on who you compare it to. With the support of four limit-breaking spirit rings, the two evolutions of the martial spirit, and the fact that his body has been tainted by Tom's nature.

This also means that Shen An's lower limit is often the upper limit for many people.

Just as Leng Yingqiu was thinking of a solution, Shen An exerted a little force with his foot, and with a crack, the ice block that had frozen him shattered.

The next moment, the sword streaked across the sky like a streak of blue silk, as if to end this tedious battle.

Leng Yingqiu was shocked and furious; her icy aura, which could make one's heart flutter and slow down, could not restrain Shen An in the slightest.

Holding the Frost Fan in his hand, the fifth soul ring shone brightly, and a powerful burst of icy energy erupted out, a tornado striking towards Shen An.

Shen An watched the tornado, which was growing larger and larger and mixed with ice fragments, without the slightest panic. This level of attack was far weaker than Flander's offensive.

Holding the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, he silently circulated his soul power. A streak of azure light was unleashed, the sound of wind breaking was like thunder. With one sword strike, the wind dispersed and the ice shattered.

Leng Yingqiu felt the sharp sword against her neck, and dared not move her body at all. At the same time, the sense of defeat and humiliation in her heart reached its peak.

He, a high-level Soul King, was actually defeated by a Soul Master, especially since this Soul Master hadn't even used his Soul Rings.

"Shen An, please show mercy, this is my teacher."

Shui Bing'er ran out of the dressing room and came down to the stage, shouting loudly.

Shen An looked at it with a puzzled expression. What did he mean by "showing mercy"? Wasn't this a battle of spirits? As long as you win, that's all that matters.

"How about you admit defeat and I take the sword off your neck?" Shen An said to Leng Yingqiu in a conciliatory tone.

"I...I give up..." Leng Yingqiu said weakly.