Kapitel 39: Chapter 39
[In fact, the outside world's whispers about the Haotian Sect's ring explosion being overwhelmingly powerful have reached a fever pitch.]
[I've even overheard claims that a level ninety-seven ring blaster could stand toe-to-toe with a level ninety-nine peerless Douluo.]
[If the Ring Explosion truly holds such might, then what does that imply for the Douluo Continent and the Wuhun Palace?]
[In essence, if the explosive ring possesses such formidable strength, why then does the Haotian Sect not declare war on Wuhun Palace, opting instead for a hasty retreat?]
[The answer is crystal clear.]
[The potency lies not in the ring explosion itself, but in the divine intervention of God Shura, who lends his celestial might to Tang Hao and others during each detonation.]
[Take, for instance, the climax of the elite competition. Despite grave injuries, Tang Hao managed to unleash a ring explosion that repelled six or seven titled Douluo in a single stroke—a feat so astounding it borders on the divine.]
[This is no mere hyperbole; God Shura seems to view the denizens of Douluo Continent as mere playthings, too trivial to warrant a full display of his powers.]
Douluo 1 ning Rongrong, broadcasting live, couldn't help but express her disbelief: "This is preposterous."
"My grandfather Jian, now at level ninety-six, can barely manage a two-to-one fight even with the boost from my father's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"How could Tang Hao, grievously wounded, exhibit such strength?"
"Let's not delve into the quality of martial spirits."
"Among those who have ascended to the rank of Titled Douluo, none possess a mediocre martial soul."
"Moreover, if we were to compare the caliber of martial spirits, my Grandfather Jian's Seven Killing Sword is surely on par with the Clear Sky Hammer."
"Were it not for the scarcity of our family's lineage, the title of the world's supreme martial spirit might very well be up for debate."
[But let's set aside the matter of the ring explosion for a moment.]
[What Tang Hao truly cherishes above all is the Haotian Sect.]
[This is evident from his willingness to sacrifice his own limbs in the future to return the sect's ancestral soul bones.]
[At that pivotal moment, Tang Hao confessed to Tang San that the past calamities were his own doing, that he had let down the sect, and that he owed them an explanation. The burden of restitution, he decreed, would fall upon Tang San.]
[According to Tang Hao's wishes, should Tang San return these two ancestral soul bones to the Haotian Sect, his twin martial soul talents would undoubtedly earn him a place among them.]
[Thus, the addition of Tang San—a prodigy with dual martial souls—would significantly bolster the sect's prowess, and in turn, the sect would offer its support to him. A perfect symbiosis.]
[However, Tang Hao could not have foreseen the heights to which Tang San would soar.]
[Upon inheriting the two ancestral soul bones from Tang Hao, Tang San made his inaugural visit to the Haotian Sect.]
[At that time, his nascent strength was insufficient to challenge the sect.]
[Therefore, Tang San prostrated himself, acknowledging his father's transgressions and expressing his readiness to shoulder the consequences.]
[He declared, "I may not know if I am capable of bearing this weight, but I am prepared to devote my life to the sect and serve to the utmost of my abilities."]
[With these words, Tang San secured Tang Xiao's endorsement.]
[But it wasn't long before several Haotian Sect elders arrived, bristling with indignation. They could neither forgive Tang Hao nor accept Tang San, fearing he might one day inflict as much harm upon the sect as his father had.]
[Once again, Tang San knelt and bowed deeply, asserting that he bore the responsibility for his father's debts to the sect.]
[After enduring a litany of grievances, the elders relented, allowing Tang Hao's redemption on the condition that Tang San fulfill three stipulations.]
[The first: achieve level 80 within a decade.]
[The second: within the same timeframe, deliver the head of a titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall to the Haotian Sect.]
[The third: ensure that the eighth soul ring is a centennial one.]
[Tang San consented to each term without hesitation.]
Douluo 1 Ning Rongrong, still live, mused to Xiao Wu: "It seems Tang San has set his sights on a hundred-thousand-year soul ring for you."
Douluo Xiaowu, in agreement, replied: "Indeed, Shen Fan prophesied my ultimate sacrifice for Tang San."
Douluo Yining Rongrong advised caution: "You'd do well to maintain a distance from Tang San. He's a dangerous man."
Ever since learning of the fates of her grandfather Jian, Grandpa Bone, and her father, Ning Rongrong harbored a growing resentment towards Tang San.
[Thus, Tang San's maiden mission to the Haotian Sect was accomplished.]
[In due course, Tang San returned to the Haotian Sect.]
[By then, his burgeoning power was enough to rival the sect.]
[This time, he confronted the elders with a bold claim: his father had been justified in his actions all those years ago.]
[Time passed, and Tang San made a third pilgrimage to the Haotian Sect.]
[Now, his might was such that he could eclipse the sect entirely.]
[On this occasion, Tang San laid the blame squarely at the feet of the Haotian Sect, not only absolving his father but also chastising the elders for their past mistakes.]
Douluo 1 tang Yuehua reflected on this revelation: "This is troubling..."
Initially, Tang Yuehua had believed that despite Tang San's flaws, he at least showed respect for his elders.
But now, it seemed that welcoming Tang San back into the Haotian Sect would be more curse than blessing.
Douluo 1 bo Sisi lamented: "The heir chosen by Lord Poseidon grows increasingly erratic."
"Should we allow such a man to ascend to Lord Poseidon's throne, the esteem of our Poseidon Island would surely be tarnished."
"What's more, does he even understand the concept of gratitude?"
The more Bo Saixi learned of Tang San, the less inclined she felt to undertake the divine trial.
Douluo 1 shuiyue'er, tuning into the broadcast, couldn't help but remark: "Tang San never ceases to overturn my expectations."
"It's as if he embodies the adage: meek when weak, fierce when strong."
Douluo 1 huowu, also watching, confessed her bewilderment: "I'm beginning to question my past self's sanity. What possessed me to fall for someone like Tang San?"
"I'm disgusted."
Douluo Erma Xiaotao suggested wryly: "Perhaps it's time we reconsider the name of our Poseidon Pavilion."
Douluo 2 xian Lin'er remained silent, pondering the implications.
Douluo Xiaowu, feeling out of place, queried: "Am I in an alternate reality?"
Douluo 2 xiaowu confirmed: "Yes."
Douluo Xiaowu sought clarity: "You've been with Tang San for ten thousand years. Tell me, what's he really like?"
Douluo 2 xiaowu, after a millennium of contemplation, admitted: "I'm not sure. Even after all this time, he remains an enigma."
Douluo Xiaowu, taken aback, mused: "No wonder Shen Fan questions your intellect."
Douluo 2 xiaowu, with a hint of self-deprecation, retorted: "And yet, you imply your own is superior?"
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