Chapter 109: Gathering in the Small Grove

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"Zhao Wuji!" A sudden voice caused his face to freeze.

As an eighty-fourth level Soul Douluo, Zhao Wuji was one of the strongest existences in the entire Douluo Continent's Spirit Master world. His spirit power had become so powerful that it could form a peculiar aura around his body, allowing him to clearly discern the sound of falling leaves within a hundred-meter radius.

However, at this moment, he didn't sense anyone around him. The voice pierced directly into his ears as if someone was speaking right beside him. This level of strength made Zhao Wuji extremely vigilant. He didn't recognize the voice, but he was certain that the person's strength was no less than his own.

"Who?" Zhao Wuji abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing with cold light. Back in the day, his reputation in the Spirit Master world wasn't good, and he had many enemies. These years hiding in Shrek Academy had been peaceful, so he didn't expect a powerful opponent to suddenly appear now.

"Come out." A faint trace of energy locked onto Zhao Wuji.

Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji leapt through the window and came outside. His spirit power surged to its peak, cautiously on guard while also scanning the surroundings.

Who was Zhao Wuji? The Unmoving Bright King, who had killed countless people back in the day, would he take being provoked by an unknown opponent lightly?

With a strong push from his feet, he quickly chased in the direction the energy led him. In a short while, he had already left the range of Shrek Academy and arrived at a forest outside. That trace of energy disappeared exactly here.

The moment Zhao Wuji went out, several figures also exited the academy.

"Come out. I know you're here." Zhao Wuji shouted sternly. Simultaneously, he completed his martial soul attachment in the first instance. Eight spirit rings vibrated around his body, emitting dazzling light. Especially those four ten-thousand-year black spirit rings, which appeared incredibly profound.

A black figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree. This person was completely covered in black clothing, even wearing a black head covering. From appearance alone, one could only tell that he was a tall man.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji demanded coldly. After completing the attachment of his martial soul, the Vigorous Vajra Bear Bear, he exuded a wild aura, commanding respect without anger.

The black-clad man did not directly answer his question but indifferently said, "It's been a long time since the Unmoving Bright King has flexed his muscles in such a small place. I'd like to have a friendly bout with you."

The black-clad man took steps forward, revealing one spirit ring after another.

Two yellow. Zhao Wuji: Hmph! (──)

Two purple. Zhao Wuji: Hmm? ヾ(`)

Four black. Zhao Wuji: ! (;)

One red. Zhao Wuji: ヽ(Д)

The black-clad man slowly raised his right hand, and instantly, a black light condensed in his palm, transforming into a huge black hammer.

Zhao Wuji: 'I'm done for!'

"Title Douluo."

With great difficulty, these four words escaped Zhao Wuji's lips. His Unmoving Bright King Body trembled slightly. If he was considered a high-level existence among Spirit Masters, then Title Douluos were the pinnacle.

Zhao Wuji had personally experienced the terror of Title Douluos. Elder Dugu Bo once instructed the teachers within the academy, and Zhao Wuji felt the oppressive force of Dugu Bo's spirit power—a heavy feeling he couldn't forget.

Even Titan, whose strength was said to be equivalent to a Title Douluo, was just a junior before a true Title Douluo.

All the previous arrogance vanished. Zhao Wuji hurriedly bent over and bowed, "May I ask which senior has graced us with your presence. Please don't joke with me."

"The children you bullied during the day, didn't you bully them quite well? I find that bullying others seems to feel pretty good. Let me bully you a bit too. Of course, you can consider this as taking advantage of my strength over your weakness."

No overwhelming aura was emitted. The black-clad man held the enormous hammer and slowly approached Zhao Wuji step by step.

Thoughts raced through Zhao Wuji's mind. On the continent, Title Douluos were few and far between, each one famous. The Title Douluo in front of him clearly had a hammer-type weapon soul. Weapon souls cultivated to the level of Title Douluo were even rarer. Who could he be? Could it be!

Suddenly, the black-clad man stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wuji.

"Since you've come, come out. What difference is there between one and two?"

In a flash of movement, a person appeared next to Zhao Wuji. Upon seeing this person, Zhao Wuji's expression relaxed somewhat. "Boss, this senior..."

The newcomer was none other than Flender. He gestured to Zhao Wuji to remain silent. Facing the invisible pressure, Flender had no choice but to release his martial soul.

A pair of massive wings unfolded from his back, covering his entire body with feathers. His orange-yellow eyes had vertical pupils, and eight spirit rings, the same color as Zhao Wuji's, suddenly appeared, vibrating around his body.

"Greetings, Lord Hao Tian."

Zhao Wuji sucked in a breath of cold air. After hearing his companion's words, he finally knew who this person was. His heart contracted. Oh heavens, when did he offend such a terrifying individual?

This person was hailed as the strongest force among Spirit Masters, a Title Douluo. His martial soul development path was identical to Zhao Wuji's, but compared to him, Zhao Wuji's strength was like the light of a firefly.

Tang Hao indifferently said, "No need for formalities. I'm here to cause trouble. Owl martial soul? No, there's also wind attribute, looks evolved. Eighty-sixth level. No wonder you're Flender, the main fighter of the former Golden Iron Triangle. So this Shrek Academy belongs to you."

Flender nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness. I don't know what Zhao Wuji did to offend Your Highness. Could you give me some face?"

Tang Hao said indifferently:

"Less talk, stand aside. Otherwise, I'll beat you both..."

"Hehe, worthy of the Hao Tian Douluo, truly domineering. This old man has certainly broadened his horizons today."

A chilling voice interrupted Tang Hao's words. Tang Hao looked towards the source of the voice, and a middle-aged man in dark green robes walked over.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, revealing his spirit rings.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red—nine spirit rings appeared, the ultimate configuration for a Title Douluo. A massive surge of spirit power dispersed the momentum of the Hao Tian Hammer, and Flender and Zhao Wuji immediately felt the pressure of the Hao Tian Hammer lift.

"Who are you?"

Tang Hao had to be serious. He could sense that this middle-aged man's spirit power surpassed his own. Moreover, he also possessed a ten-thousand-year spirit ring. Tang Hao was confident that his ninety-fifth level, newly entered Super Douluo strength could defeat a ninety-seventh level Super Douluo.

But facing another Super Douluo with a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, he had to be cautious. His old injuries had just been suppressed, and he could fight freely. But against such a formidable opponent, he would have to use the Great Sumeru Hammer, which would inevitably worsen his injuries.

"Hehe, this old man's surname is Dugu, given name Bo, title: Poison. I am unworthy of such a respectful address from you, Hao Tian Douluo."

The arrival was none other than Dugu Bo, who had been here for a while. Now, with his hands behind his back and his martial soul revealed, a shadow of the nine-headed crimson snake writhed restlessly, its enormous snake pupils staring at Tang Hao.

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