Tom slowly turned his stiff cat head, looking at Shen An and Jerry with incomparable resentment.
They're not authentic, bullying an honest cat. Tom silently sobbed, wiping away another handful of small teardrops with his paw.
Yang Wudi also sighed slightly. He had really wanted to witness Shen An's style, but Shen An had actually shrunk back after seeing his eight soul rings.
In fact, even if Shen An had faced him directly, he would have held back and would have by no means truly killed him. But Shen An had actually chickened out, selling out the cat to survive.
This couldn't help but make him a little disappointed. With such conduct, how can one forge the heart of an expert?
'It seems the matter of the Black Tiger Sect's annihilation was just Shen An getting lucky,' Yang Wudi thought to himself.
How could Yang Wudi know that the heart of an expert was far less enjoyable than teasing a cat?
Shen An and Jerry had already set up small stools and were holding popcorn, ready to watch a good show.
"This Senior Yang, hurry up and start," Shen An, seeing that Yang Wudi had not yet made a move, hurriedly urged.
Jerry at the side nodded hurriedly. He couldn't wait to see Tom make a fool of himself.
Yang Wudi... he suddenly felt as if he had become a street performer, and Shen An was his audience.
Looking back again at the trembling Tom, whose two legs were almost unable to stand firm, Yang Wudi shook his head slightly. Just a silly cat.
'Forget it, forget it. For my Soul-Breaking Spear to bully a silly cat would tarnish my reputation. I might as well just stab off all its fur. It will both demonstrate my strength and showcase my style.'
Regarding how to use a long spear to stab off a cat's fur without harming its life, Yang Wudi still had this bit of confidence.
After all, he had specialized in spear techniques for many years. Besides the spear, there was nothing else. His lifetime of cultivation was all in one great spear.
"Little kitty, this old one's spear is named the Soul-Breaking Spear. Once this spear comes out, it is bound to see blood. You should be mentally prepared."
Looking at the cowardly Tom, Yang Wudi couldn't help but feel a mischievous urge and couldn't resist teasing the cat.
As expected, when Tom heard this, he became even more cowardly. From his teeth to his claws, there wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't trembling.
"Get ready! This old one will count to three!" Yang Wudi shouted again. Tom was so scared he jumped.
"Three!"
Tom's breathing almost stopped. His cat eyes were fixed on Yang Wudi's spear, not daring to blink for a moment, for fear that if he didn't pay attention for a moment, he would be poked with several large holes, and his cat life would be over.
"Two!"
"One!"
Shen An, who was eating melon at the side, his face instantly became grave. It wasn't that he was worried about Tom, but that he was marveling at Yang Wudi's extraordinariness.
The Soul-Breaking Spear was thrust out. The moment the spear tip pointed at Tom's cat head, his entire person seemed to merge with the spear. His body moved with the spear, without any extra movements.
This one spear strike was as fast as lightning, as swift as the wind.
This one spear strike was dodged by Tom with just a slight tilt of his head.
The confident smile on Yang Wudi's face suddenly froze. What the hell? My esteemed Soul-Breaking Spear, how did it not even stab a single hair?
Tom looked at the four-foot-long spearhead next to him and let out a light sigh of relief. A cat's claw extended from his paw pad and lightly flicked it, making a crisp sound.
Then he threw a provocative look at Yang Wudi. Is that all? Not that impressive.
Shen An and Jerry at the side were laughing their heads off. Tom was just like that, loving to show off.
Yang Wudi's face instantly turned purplish-red. He roared angrily, 'Again!'
Seeing his proud spear technique being ignored, Yang Wudi was furious in his heart. The Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand trembled into countless black streams of light, stabbing towards Tom.
Tom's cat eyes were filled with spear shadows. He shook his head and wagged his brain, dodging all the spear lights.
Yang Wudi became more and more anxious, and a trace of doubt about his own strength arose.
He, a dignified Soul Douluo, can't even stab a cat?
And he even wanted to stab off all the cat's fur. What fur is there to stab now!!!
"Hah!"
Yang Wudi shouted again, already using his soul power. His speed was countless times faster out of thin air.
The Soul-Breaking Spear was as fast as a phantom. Tom's cat head also shook more than a rattle drum.
The more Shen An watched, the more he wanted to laugh. Why does this look more and more like a fake fight?
Just like the short videos on Douyin in his previous life, a flowery spear stabbing at a head, one person stabbing and one person dodging, like a juggling performance.
Perhaps Yang Wudi realized something was wrong. He decisively retracted his spear and panted heavily, looking at Tom as if looking at a monster.
Tom, who hadn't reacted, was still shaking his head on his own.
"What breed is this cat of yours?" Yang Wudi couldn't help but turn his head and ask Shen An.
Shen An held back his laughter and said in an uncertain tone, "A British Shorthair?"
The devil knows what breed Tom is. This is a cat that has been popular for a century.
Yang Wudi was stunned. What kind of breed is this? I've never heard of it.
Then Yang Wudi nodded as if it were a serious matter. "Mmm, no wonder. So it's this kind of race. That makes sense. Otherwise, with this old one's strength, even a hundred-thousand-year soul beast would have a few holes poked in it."
These words from Yang Wudi made Shen An laugh out loud. This old man really cared about his face. He didn't believe for a second that anyone on the Douluo Continent had heard of the British Shorthair breed.
Yang Wudi's old face flushed. He thought to himself, Did he discover that I was desperately trying to save face?
"Shen An, I, Yang Wudi, am a man of my word. The matter of Tai Tan is thus concluded. This old one has already gone all out yet gained nothing. I have also done right by my good friend."
"However, you heavily injured the Tang Hao father and son. Then you are a distinguished guest of my Breaking Clan. You are welcome to be a guest at my clan at any time. This old one will surely prepare good wine and good food to receive you."
Yang Wudi showed a smile and then said.
Shen An also smiled in return. This Yang Wudi was truly a man of character.
Then he held down Tom's still-shaking head, and then the entire cat, like a vibrating alarm clock, came to an abrupt halt.
It was just that his head had stopped moving, but his body was still shaking non-stop.
His eyes had even turned into a pair of whirlpools. He had surprisingly been made dizzy by his own shaking. He was walking unsteadily on the spot.
The corner of Yang Wudi's mouth twitched. This thing, and I didn't even touch a single hair on it. Damn it, so embarrassing!
"If there is a chance, I definitely will," Shen An said with a cupped fist and a smile.
"Then Senior Yang, we will part here."
Yang Wudi, who was preparing to turn and leave, turned back again and said with some hesitation, "Shen An, the road ahead is treacherous. There may be tribulations. How about you tour the periphery of Star Luo first?"
Shen An immediately understood. This was Yang Wudi reminding him that there were enemies on the road to Star Luo City.
"Many thanks for Senior Yang's kind intentions. I have my own plans," Shen An said.
Yang Wudi said no more. For him to be able to remind him to this extent was indeed the utmost of his benevolence and righteousness. He put away his Soul-Breaking Spear, gave Tom another complex look, and then disappeared without a trace.
'The Defense Clan and the Agility Clan, is it?'
Shen An thought of these two clans. Tai Tan is dead, and a Yang Wudi has come. It's natural that the participation of these two clans would not be lacking.
However, what did he have to fear? The strongest of these two clans were merely Soul Douluo.
"Let us see then, who is the calamity for whom."