"What? Don't believe me? No problem—I'll show you."
Seeing Dugu Bo's disbelief, Wu Tong didn't wait for a response. He swung a leg over the Dodge Tomahawk and settled into the seat.
"Hop on, Old Man." He jerked his chin toward the back.
Dugu Bo hesitated only a second before climbing aboard. If this contraption could truly hit 800 km/h, he wasn't about to miss the ride.
"Hold tight. We're off."
The moment Dugu Bo gripped the rear handles, Wu Tong channeled soul power into the ignition. The soul energy crystal flared to life—
—and the world exploded into thunder.
The Tomahawk's engine roared like a beast unchained, a deafening crescendo of raw power. Then, with a lurch that nearly flung Dugu Bo backward, the bike launched forward like a ballistic missile.
0 to 300 km/h in three heartbeats.
Buildings blurred into streaks. Wind screamed past their ears. Dugu Bo's stomach plummeted to his knees as the Tomahawk became a black lightning bolt, vanishing down the street before bystanders could blink.
BOOM!
BOOM!!
BOOM!!!
Pedestrians flinched at the sonic booms, whirling toward the noise—
—only to see a dark streak whip past, leaving behind a wake of buffeting wind and stunned silence.
"What in the—?!"
A man gaped at the disappearing silhouette. "Did that… thing just have people on it?"
"Looked like a carriage… but metal? And fast?"
"A soul-guided vehicle?"
"Wait—was that Wu Tong?!"
Murmurs erupted. Within minutes, the crowd had pieced it together: Wu Tong's latest invention. And just like that, the astonishment faded.
Of course it was Wu Tong. The man turned impossible into routine.
Meanwhile, every male passerby clutched their chests, hearts pounding at the bike's guttural growl and aero-forged silhouette.
I need one.
The unanimous thought hung in the air, thick as exhaust fumes.
Heaven Dou Palace – Inner Study
"A metal vehicle that outruns spirit eagles?"
Seated at the emperor's desk, Xue Qinghe—no, Qian Renxue—froze mid-signature. The report in her hands detailed a "black, roaring soul-guided artifact" spotted near the eastern markets.
Her lips twitched through a kaleidoscope of expressions: shock, awe, exasperation.
Typical Wu Tong.
With a sigh, she waved a servant forward. "Inform the city guards. If they see this… thing, let it pass. Its riders are likely Wu Tong and the Poison Douluo."
"At once, Your Majesty."
Alone again, Qian Renxue strode to the window. Golden light shimmered across her form, melting away Xue Qinghe's delicate features. In their place emerged sharp cheekbones, flowing blonde hair, and porcelain skin—the visage of Heaven Dou's true ruler.
"Another surprise, Wu Tong," she murmured, watching the horizon.
From resurrections to divine trials, and now supersonic vehicles—each revelation tightened the intrigue around him.
And this "Tomahawk"? Its military potential alone was staggering.
A smirk curled her lips. "I do enjoy being proven right."
Years ago, she'd gambled on recruiting him. Today, that bet paid dividends.
Outside Heaven Dou City – Sunset Canyon Road
The Tomahawk tore across the landscape, a metallic predator devouring miles.
Dugu Bo's scream barely pierced the wind:
"SLOW DOOOOWN—"
"CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Wu Tong cranked the throttle.
800 km/h → 850 km/h.
Dugu Bo's soul nearly left his body.
Sunset Canyon – Eastern Entrance
Half a day later.
(The usual 3-day journey? Annihilated.)
"Guh—blargh—!"
Dugu Bo stumbled off the bike and vomited spectacularly into a bush.
Wu Tong whistled. "Wow. And here I thought Titled Douluos were tough."
"You—hurk—insufferable—gag—brat—!"
Dugu Bo would've throttled him if not for the vertigo. Never again. Never. Again.
Chuckling, Wu Tong turned—and froze.
Before them sprawled the academy grounds, nestled in the canyon's embrace.
"Holy…"
Terraced gardens. Spired lecture halls. A central pavilion that seemed carved from dawn itself—its golden rooftops catching the sun like scattered coins.
The surrounding cliffs framed it all like a natural cathedral, draped in ancient vines and mist.
Dugu Bo wiped his mouth, smug despite his nausea. "Told you it was impressive."
Wu Tong could only nod.
This wasn't just a school.
It was a masterpiece.
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