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Chapter 86 - Chapter 86: Preparations for Departure to the Academy – The Dodge Tomahawk

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The next day.

Early morning.

The newborn sun cast its golden rays across the land, dyeing the clouds in the sky with a radiant glow. The entire dawn was bathed in a sacred beauty.

Heaven Dou City.

Wutong Residence.

For once, Wu Tong did not sleep in. Instead, he rose early.

After all, the academy's opening was only half a month away, and he needed to secure the teaching staff as soon as possible.

His plan was straightforward:

First, head to the Honkai World to recruit talent.

Then, return in time for the Luotian Grand Ceremony in Scissor Seven to poach more experts.

With talent from two worlds, his academy would be fully operational in no time.

But before recruitment, he needed to inspect the academy's current state. Over the past few days, he had arranged for Dugu Bo to accompany him for an assessment—calculating how many staff were needed to get things running.

Hence, the early start today.

After breakfast, Wu Tong dismissed Dai Weis (who had wanted to tag along) with a spirit herb as compensation and left Wutong Residence.

Thirty minutes later, he arrived at the Dugu Family Estate.

"Old Man, ready to go?"

Without bothering to knock, Wu Tong pushed the gate open and strode in.

"Been ready for days," Dugu Bo grumbled, strolling in the courtyard with his son and granddaughter. "If not for Star Luo Empire suddenly delivering those spirit beasts, we'd have left earlier."

"Erm… hehe~"

Wu Tong scratched his head sheepishly. He had postponed their trip abruptly when the final spirit beast arrived, too eager to complete his "puzzle" to care about the academy.

Even after explaining, guilt lingered.

"Relax, I'm not blaming you, Little Monster," Dugu Bo said, noting Wu Tong's expression. "If you're set on going today, we can leave now."

Watching Wu Tong, Dugu Bo marveled inwardly. In a world ruled by the law of the jungle, this boy was an anomaly—treating everyone as equals, whether they were weak or strong.

How did someone like him survive in this dog-eat-dog world?

Unbeknownst to Dugu Bo, he had long been influenced by Wu Tong's charisma, forging a bond that transcended age and power.

Not that he'd mind. Who wouldn't want a friend who never looked down on them?

"Great! Then let's move?" Wu Tong grinned, relieved.

"We'll go," Dugu Bo agreed, then turned to his family. "Xin'er, your poison was just purged. Focus on breaking through to Soul Emperor and securing a spirit ring first. Join the academy after your body stabilizes."

"Yan'er, tend to your father. He's still weak post-detox."

"Yes, Father." "Understood, Grandfather."

Neither objected. Their health took priority—the academy could wait.

"Good. Little Monster, let's go." Dugu Bo nodded at Wu Tong.

"Right."

With that, the two departed.

At the estate gates, Dugu Bo paused. "How are we traveling? Need me to carry you?"

As a Titled Douluo, he was confident in his speed—even if Wu Tong's combat power rivaled his, he assumed the boy lagged in mobility.

Wu Tong smirked. "No need. I'll take you this time."

"Check this out, Old Man—I've got a treasure to show you."

Dugu Bo's face darkened at Wu Tong's mischievous tone.

Treasure?

Please don't mean what I think—

Before his imagination ran wild, Wu Tong pulled a metallic object from his spirit storage device.

"Phew." Dugu Bo exhaled. Not that kind of treasure.

"What's this?" he asked, eyeing the odd contraption.

"A vehicle," Wu Tong declared proudly. "Designed by merging soul guidance tech with mechanical engineering. Top speed: 800 km/h."

"I call it… the Dodge Tomahawk Motorcycle."

The Dodge Tomahawk – Upgraded Edition

The original Dodge Tomahawk boasted:

A V10 engine (500 hp, 8.3L displacement).

0-100 km/h in 2.5 seconds, max speed 676 km/h.

But Wu Tong's soul-guided overhaul enhanced it to:

800 km/h top speed.

Soul power crystal fuel (one charge = 10,000 km range).

Roaring engine, heart-pounding acceleration—the epitome of masculine romance.

"800 km/h?! On this?!" Dugu Bo's eyes nearly bulged out.

At that speed, even he—a Titled Douluo—would be left eating dust.

Suddenly, the bike's once-awkward silhouette took on a new, thrilling beauty in his eyes.

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