Douluo: Reborn as Dai Weisi, Zhuqing Calm Down!

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"Since that's the case, then I won't hold back."

With that, Dai Weisi instructed, "Xiaoxue, boost me. Xiaomo, prepare your soul skills—follow my hand signals."

"Understood!"

Chen Xue released her Light Crystal Martial Soul. Two yellow, two purple, and one black—five soul rings shone in sequence, a perfectly balanced configuration.

She began to channel her soul power, the first three rings glowing in order.

"First Soul Skill: Speed Boost!"

"Second Soul Skill: Strength Boost!"

"Third Soul Skill: Defense Boost!"

As she chanted the soul incantations, three golden beams of light surged into Dai Weisi's body.

Chen Xue's First Soul Skill, Speed Boost: increases movement speed by 5% for ten minutes.

Second Soul Skill, Strength Boost: increases physical strength by 10% for ten minutes.

Third Soul Skill, Defense Boost: increases physical defense by 15% for ten minutes.

Her Fourth and Fifth Soul Skills would provide 20% and 25% enhancements respectively, and so on.

Although this wasn't the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, the boost effects were still decent—enough for Dai Weisi.

"Your Majesty Haotian, prepare yourself!"

He would first test Tang Hao's strength before committing fully.

With a focused thought, Dai Weisi stepped forward. In a flash, he crossed over ten meters of distance, clenched his hardened fist, and launched a punch straight at Tang Hao's face, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind.

All of this happened within a single second—ordinary soul masters wouldn't have had time to react. But Tang Hao was no ordinary soul master; he was the youngest Titled Douluo in history.

He instantly sensed Dai Weisi's intent and swiftly raised a large hand, directly catching the punch.

Unlike Tang Chen, who pursued a balanced path, Tang Hao had taken a pure power route. Every soul ring added to his Clear Sky Hammer was solely focused on strength, granting him limitless power.

Furthermore, as one of the three great forging masters of the Douluo Continent, Tang Hao had spent countless hours striking iron. His immense physical strength surpassed normal standards, and the thick calluses on his palms increased both their hardness and their resistance—boosting the defense of his hands significantly.

Dai Weisi's punch landed squarely in his hand, but Tang Hao didn't even flinch. In fact, he nodded calmly and gave an evaluation.

"Your speed isn't bad. As for strength… it's pretty decent for your age. But compared to me, you still fall short."

"What?!"

Dai Weisi was stunned. After absorbing the Ice-Fire Yin Yang Well, both his physique and strength had undergone massive improvement. On top of that, Chen Xue had just enhanced his power—yet Tang Hao didn't feel a thing?

"No wonder he's one of the strongest Titled Douluo. His physical strength is monstrous."

Dai Weisi tried to pull back his fist and reposition for another strike.

But Tang Hao immediately saw through his intentions and tightened his grip, locking his arm in place. With subtle force, Tang Hao began to squeeze.

Dai Weisi instantly felt a horrifying, unstoppable pressure crushing down on his fist. Pain shot through his right hand as it turned blue and purple under the strain.

A chilling thought crossed his mind—if Tang Hao kept increasing the pressure, his right hand's bones would be completely crushed.

Dai Weisi cursed silently: Damn it, this guy's trying to give me a taste of my own medicine. I broke Tang San's hand, and now he's going to shatter mine.

But did he really think I was that easy to bully?

In a flash of thought, Dai Weisi quickly formulated a counterattack. With a sudden motion, he drew the Holy Venerable Sword and poured soul power into the blade. In an instant, sword energy screamed into the air, echoing across the skies.

A smirk tugged at Dai Weisi's lips. Sword in hand, he stabbed straight toward Tang Hao's face. The cold glint of the blade reflected in Tang Hao's eyes, causing a moment of daze.

Instinctively, Tang Hao released Dai Weisi's arm and leapt backward, retreating swiftly.

Dai Weisi understood well: no matter how thick Tang Hao's calluses were, he was still made of flesh and blood. If struck by the Holy Venerable Sword, he would definitely be injured—and his prediction had been right.

Now that some distance had opened between them, Dai Weisi wasn't about to waste the opportunity. Gritting through the pain in his right arm, he whipped out a rapid-fire flintlock pistol and pulled the trigger toward Tang Hao.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three bullets forged from refined steel shot directly toward Tang Hao's abdomen. As a Tool Soul Master, Tang Hao's physical defense was limited. If struck, even if he didn't die, he'd surely be wounded—and that would be Dai Weisi's moment to strike back.

As the bullets closed in, Dai Weisi's face lit up with anticipation. But to his surprise, Tang Hao suddenly performed a kip-up, mimicking a crocodile's death roll midair, narrowly dodging all three bullets.

The bullets zipped past and struck a massive tree behind him, punching three clean holes into its trunk.

Seeing this, Tang Hao's expression changed slightly. That was close!

Who would've thought this brat had such a wicked weapon on him? It's even more dangerous than Xiao San's Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

Just now, when the gunshots rang out, Tang Hao had felt an inexplicable sense of danger. Though he'd never seen a flintlock pistol before, he had seen the Zhuge Divine Crossbow built by Tang San.

The two weapons bore a strong resemblance. Tang Hao guessed it might be a similarly deadly device—and promptly dodged, narrowly escaping injury.

"Heh… No wonder you're the Star Luo prince. Who'd have thought you carried such a bizarre weapon? Looks like I'll need to take this seriously now."

Tang Hao hovered in midair, gathering soul power in his legs like a fully drawn bow. In a blink, he launched himself through the air like an arrow, fists glowing with power as he struck straight for Dai Weisi's chest.

Tang Hao's speed was lightning-fast, but with his Ice-Fire Evil Eyes, Dai Weisi caught the movement. His first soul ring suddenly flared to life.

"So fast!"

Speed equaled power—and with Tang Hao's strength added in, even a basic punch became devastating.

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Barrier!"

As soon as he spoke, a burst of golden light formed a shield around him, guarding him against the incoming blow.

Boom!

Tang Hao's fist crashed violently into the golden shield. The forest trembled as a thunderous boom echoed through the trees.

Dai Weisi glanced at the barrier—no cracks. He exhaled in relief.

"Your Majesty Haotian, I admit your strength is impressive. But without using soul skills, this is probably your limit."

"Hahaha! That may not be the case!" Tang Hao burst into mad laughter. Then, like a berserker, he began pounding the golden shield over and over, thunderous bangs resounding non-stop!

"What the hell is he doing?"

Dai Weisi frowned, puzzled by Tang Hao's actions. He stared hard, trying to figure it out. And then it hit him—

That's… the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique!

Tang Hao was using his fists like hammers, unleashing the famed Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique to gradually amplify his attack power. After all, with those thick, callused hands of his, once he balled them into fists, they were barely distinguishable from real hammers.

(End of Chapter)