Douluo Dalu: Starting With Tom Cat

At this moment, two pairs of eyes were fixed on the two figures in the air—Shen An and Tom.

When Tom rushed into Shen An's room, he even brought out the Superman suit, pointing frantically. Shen An immediately understood: that it had to be Tang Hao.

Before Shen An could figure out what to do, he heard a sharp sound from Chen Xin's room.

By the time they realized Chen Xin was no longer in his room, the window was already open.

Tom instantly transformed into Spike, while Shen An pulled out Jerry's speed potion.

There was no other choice. Without the speed potion, Shen An couldn't hope to match the speed of a Title Douluo.

Shen An wasn't sure if Chen Xin was shielding him and Tom from danger, but Chen Xin had been incredibly generous with his teachings over the past few days.

Whether out of respect for Ning Rongrong or his appreciation for talent, Shen An felt indebted to Chen Xin. So, he had to go and see what was happening.

The speed potion was a green liquid with golden sparkles. Shen An downed it in one gulp.

"My speed should be three to four times faster than usual, but it's still far from Jerry's level," Shen An muttered, flexing his limbs.

In the cartoons, after drinking the speed potion, Jerry's speed surpassed even the speed of sound.

Shen An figured this was due to the difference in physique between humans and mice. After all, Jerry was practically immortal. Still, the speed boost was a pleasant surprise.

So, Shen An grabbed Tom, and Tom sniffed the air, leading the way as they hurried to the scene.

What they saw was the opening scene: Tang Hao revealing his soul rings and telling Chen Xin to leave Shrek Academy alone.

Chen Xin laughed. Who does this guy think he is? Showing up, flashing his soul rings, and demanding I back off? Does having a 100,000-year soul ring make him special? 

Chen Xin's feet also lit up with nine soul rings: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black!

Okay, having a 100,000-year soul ring is impressive. That red light is practically blinding me. 

Chen Xin considered himself a man of reputation. After slashing Flender with a single sword strike, he considered the matter settled.

Unless something happened to Ning Rongrong in the future, he had no reason to trouble a small academy like Shrek.

But this guy had shown up out of nowhere, acting all high and mighty, telling him to back off. Why should Chen Xin indulge him?

Every Title Douluo has fought their way to the top. You think flashing your soul rings and saying a few words will intimidate me? Does Sword Douluo Chen Xin have no pride? 

Chen Xin coldly stared at the black-cloaked man. He was genuinely curious. A Title Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring was rare. Who was this man, and why was he protecting Shrek?

Chen Xin said indifferently, "Oh? And if I refuse?"

Tang Hao's aura faltered. He had thought that by showing his strength, another Title Douluo would give him face.

It had to be said that Tang Hao, having spent years drowning in alcohol and isolation, had oversimplified things. No Title Douluo could be swayed with just a few words.

If Tang Hao had spoken politely, they might have been able to talk. But with his arrogant demeanor, Chen Xin wasn't about to indulge him.

Tang Hao fell silent, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to proceed.

Chen Xin suddenly smiled. "I've had some recent insights. Let's fight first, then talk."

This wasn't just Chen Xin being hot-headed. His recent sparring sessions with the Sword Saint Cat Tom had given him significant inspiration.

Chen Xin believed that while both he and Tom had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, their approaches were completely different. Tom's techniques helped Chen Xin address flaws in his swordplay, leading to a breakthrough in his long-stagnant cultivation.

This improvement in his sword skills had even boosted his soul power, loosening the solid level barrier that had held him back.

Now, Chen Xin was eager for a full-on battle to seek further breakthroughs. Every level beyond 90 was like climbing a mountain, and Chen Xin saw a glimmer of hope.

He had been looking for an opponent, and here one had delivered himself.

And this guy, hiding his face and speaking arrogantly, was the perfect target. It was a win-win situation.

In Chen Xin's eyes, a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring was like a experience treasure chest.

Tang Hao's lips twitched under his black hood. Since when did Sword Douluo Chen Xin become so aggressive, ready to fight at the drop of a hat? 

Although Tang Hao wasn't afraid, he was still injured. Avoiding a fight would be best.

"Sword Douluo, I have no intention of fighting. I just have some ties to Shrek Academy, so I came to—"

"Enough chatter. Let's fight."

Chen Xin's voice was like a blade cutting through Tang Hao's heart.

"I am the sword!"

The Seven Kill Sword grew to an enormous size, slashing toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's expression changed. The Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hands. He hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly, but now that they had, he couldn't back down.

Whether it was his pride as the Clear Sky Douluo or his desire to protect the top-tier resource he had prepared for Tang San, Tang Hao couldn't retreat.

If he showed any weakness, Chen Xin might visit Shrek Academy, exposing Xiao Wu. That was something Tang Hao couldn't allow.

Tang Hao's overbearing soul power surged wildly as he stepped forward, resembling a black sun with unmatched ferocity as he met the phantom-like Seven Kill Sword.

Huh? The Clear Sky Hammer! Chen Xin was shocked. Since the Clear Sky Clan had gone into seclusion, how many years had it been since a Clear Sky disciple had walked the continent?

Moreover, this was a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring. His identity was clear.

This was the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, the man who had defeated the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, at level 90—Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

But so what? Chen Xin had never feared anyone in his life. He had long been discontent with the Clear Sky Clan's claim as the top of the three great sects.

Today, he would measure the so-called Clear Sky Douluo's true strength.

Seven Kill vs. Clear Sky, right here, right now!!!*

"Boom!"

Both Chen Xin and Tang Hao let out a muffled grunt. Chen Xin retreated to the sky, floating on sword energy, while Tang Hao was slammed back to the ground.

Chen Xin had the advantage of striking first, and Tang Hao wasn't fully committed to the fight.

Such incredible strength! 

Such devastating power! 

Both men were inwardly amazed.

Chen Xin's eyes burned with battle intent. His chance for a breakthrough was here!

Chen Xin laughed heartily. "A fine Clear Sky Douluo indeed! Let's see you take another strike!"

"Seven Kill Thunder Rises, One Sword Splits the Sky!"

Chen Xin's powerful voice echoed through the heavens as sword energy gathered from all directions, converging into the Seven Kill Sword before slashing down at Tang Hao once more.

Tang Hao, now thoroughly provoked, was also furious. For years, he had been the one dominating others. Being pushed back like this was infuriating.

Tang Hao stepped forward with his left foot, stomping heavily on the ground. A deafening roar erupted as the earth around him collapsed. The Clear Sky Hammer condensed a terrifying black light, meeting the giant sword in the sky without holding back.

"Bang!!!"

The clash of metal and stone sent shockwaves rippling outward, uprooting trees and sending debris flying. The shockwaves quickly reached Shen An and Tom's hiding spot.

Tom, terrified, clung tightly to a tree. Shen An was equally shocked. Is this the power of a Title Douluo? Even the aftershocks are this terrifying? 

Shen An's face turned pale as he grabbed Tom's tail.

Strangely, while all the surrounding trees were blown away, the one Tom was holding onto bent into a crescent shape but refused to budge. Even the leaves on the tree remained mostly intact.

After the terrifying shockwave passed, Shen An, hiding behind Tom, was unharmed. But Tom, who had taken the brunt of the impact, was now completely bald, his blue fur blown clean off.

Tears welled up in Tom's eyes as he watched his blue fur scatter in the wind.

So, there's no such thing as peaceful times. It's just that someone—or some cat—is carrying the weight for you.