Volume 1, Chapter 10: Even Bibidong Is Nothing More Than a Plaything

"Too arrogant? I actually think it's quite reasonable. Isn't the tradition of having multiple wives and concubines common in the Douluo Continent?" Fang Yuan stroked his chin. The original owner of this body must have been a mere lad, in the prime of his youth, capable of going as many times as he pleased in a single night!

She Long could not help but shake his head with a wry smile, saying helplessly, "One can only eat as much as one's capacity allows. Even someone as formidable as the Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu, only had four wives in his entire life, and he never even touched three of them. Do you truly have the confidence to be stronger than Lord Qian Daoliu?"

"Are you talking about that Qian Daoliu who failed to win Bo Saixi's heart, then stayed behind to guard the Spirit Hall and ended up fathering a scoundrel? How can a loser like him even be mentioned in the same breath as me? Besides, in terms of pure power, a single strike from me is enough to slay him." Fang Yuan spoke with unwavering confidence. As far as he was concerned, anyone below the Title Douluo rank wasn't even worth noticing. It wasn't that he was arrogant; it was just that the road ahead was smooth, devoid of any obstacles.

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She Long was speechless, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He began to wonder if the young man before him was the real Fang Yuan, or if he had been deceived by Hu Liena from the very start. Perhaps there was no such feat as killing three Title Douluos with zero soul power; maybe this young man was just a lunatic wearing a Spirit Hall black robe and spouting nonsense.

After all, Fang Yuan's words were simply too outrageous. Killing Qian Daoliu in a single instant? Please, that was a Limit Douluo—someone who had half a foot across the threshold of godhood. Even if a god descended, they couldn't achieve a one-hit kill.

After mulling it over, She Long decided to properly test Fang Yuan's strength to avoid a hollow victory.

"This greenhorn is barking wildly before he's even grown into his own, and he has no soul power fluctuations at all. I must measure him up before we cooperate." She Long's eyes narrowed, ready to probe the youth.

In an instant, his figure flickered, appearing beside Fang Yuan like a ghost. His slender snake spear, accompanied by a whistling wind, struck directly at Fang Yuan's vitals. He did not use his full strength, intending only to test Fang Yuan's reflexes and capabilities.

"It seems Elder She Long doesn't believe me and thinks I'm just boasting. No matter, feel free to use your strongest soul skill. If I move even an inch, consider it my loss."

A smug smile played on the corners of Fang Yuan's lips. He didn't budge, intending to take the blow head-on.

"Fang Yuan, I advise you not to be careless. The attack power of my Snake Spear martial soul rivals that of the Soul-Breaking Spear. Even an ordinary Title Douluo would not dare to take it head-on. I cannot guarantee I will hold back."

Before She Long could finish, the spear arrived. A cold glint flashed as it aimed for Fang Yuan's heart.

Even a Title Douluo would suffer grave injuries from such a blow; She Long did not believe this lad could remain unscathed. Yet, Fang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Soon, a scene that defied She Long's comprehension unfolded.

Just as the spear tip was about to touch Fang Yuan's skin, the space seemed to solidify. The tip stopped half an inch from his chest and could advance no further. Even with all his might, She Long could not push it a single step forward to inflict harm.

"Elder She Long, is this the extent of your power?"

Fang Yuan chuckled, resting his fingers lightly on the spear shaft. An invisible force surged, creating a pressure so irresistible that She Long was forced to withdraw his weapon and retreat several steps, his face changing drastically.

The air around them seemed to freeze. She Long's eyes were filled with utter disbelief; the young man before him possessed unfathomable power.

"How is this possible! I couldn't even scratch him with my full strength! Is he truly a god?" She Long was stunned, but a Title Douluo's pride was not so easily shattered. He decided to unleash his ninth soul skill to test the true extent of the youth's power.

"Little brother, don't get cocky! Again!"

She Long roared, and the nine soul rings around him flared, especially the ninth—a black ring tinged with a hint of crimson. It was his ultimate trump card: "Dragon-Snake Combined Strike."

His body twisted as if merging with the spear, transforming into a tornado that carried a faint essence of shattered heavenly law as it swept toward Fang Yuan. She Long refused to believe that his strongest technique, honed over years of practice, would fail to leave a mark!

However, Fang Yuan simply smiled faintly. He slowly raised his hand, and a miniature black hole seemed to rotate in his palm. The tornado was swallowed whole the moment it touched his palm, dissolving into nothingness. Seeing this, even the seasoned Title Douluo She Long was forced to stop. His combat instinct, honed over many years, told him that if he dared to move even a fraction closer, he would be crushed by the black hole in Fang Yuan's palm.

Fang Yuan's lips curled upward. He let go and dissipated the black hole, then said softly, "Elder She Long, your ninth soul skill is nothing more than this. Isn't it my turn now?"

Without any flashy movements, Fang Yuan walked up to She Long and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. An unquestionable force rendered She Long immobile.

"What is this! This pressure is even stronger than the High Priestess!" She Long was terrified, the shock in his brown eyes surging like a tide. He felt as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on him, the force piercing his bones and making every ounce of his soul power tremble.

She Long tried to struggle, but the hand, which looked so light, was like an iron clamp—unshakeable. It was like a mayfly trying to topple a tree.

She Long's face went pale, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He had never encountered such an eerie and powerful opponent. He could sense no soul power from Fang Yuan, yet the man suppressed him with absolute certainty.

The air felt solidified, leaving only the sound of his ragged breathing and his heartbeat. A flash of despair crossed She Long's eyes. He finally realized that Saintess Hu Liena had spoken the truth: this young man was a peerless, once-in-a-lifetime genius. Killing three Title Douluos was indeed a piece of cake; even the current High Priestess Bibi Dong would likely perish on the spot.

Finally, She Long's lips trembled as he couldn't help but plead, "Little brother Fang Yuan, I have seen your strength. It was my own ignorance that failed to recognize your greatness. Please forgive my impulsive actions just now. On behalf of the Spirit Hall, I sincerely wish to cooperate with you."

"Enough. I only let you see my strength. I agree to the cooperation. As for the spoils, we'll split them two-to-eight—I take two, and you, the Spirit Hall, take eight. However, I have one condition. Those stunning beauties you mentioned earlier..." Fang Yuan let go and sat back down, his gaze meaningful.

She Long, a man of the world, understood immediately. He nodded repeatedly, "Rest assured, Brother Fang Yuan. As long as things go well, that is no problem at all. In the Douluo Continent, the Spirit Hall is capable of anything!"