Devil Bear Douluo's brain took a full three seconds to reboot.
He slowly lowered his head to stare at his empty hands.
Then he slowly raised his head to stare at Bone Douluo, who was currently using that very iron skewer—
his skewer—
to leisurely pick his teeth.
That skewer…
The one he had worked on for half an hour.
The one he succeeded with only by pure luck after eighty-one consecutive failures.
The one that carried all his sweat, tears, and soul.
He had even planned to enshrine it in the Elder Palace after eating it, as the "first successful skewer of his life."
Now—
It was gone.
"Burp~"
Bone Douluo let out a satisfied belch.
That sound was like dropping a torch into a barrel of spirit-power-infused gunpowder.
"AAAAAAAAAH—!!!"
A beast-like roar erupted from Devil Bear Douluo.
His eyes went blood-red.
Spirit power shot skyward like a volcanic eruption.
His entire body swelled in size—
He was one step away from activating his Martial Soul True Body on the spot.
"Gu Rong! I'll fight you to the death!"
Devil Bear Douluo charged like an enraged prehistoric bear.
"Hey—hey! What are you doing!"
Bone Douluo jumped in shock, shifting his steps and easily dodging Devil Bear's pounce.
"It was just one skewer! Is it really that serious?"
While circling the table to avoid the attacks, he still had the audacity to taunt:
"Look at yourself—such a big man, losing your temper over food."
"If it's gone, just grill another one. Isn't it simple?"
"Pfft—!!"
Devil Bear Douluo almost vomited blood on the spot.
Grill another one?!
You say it like it's easy!
Do you know how many blisters I have?!
Do you know how many times I almost threw myself on the fire pit?!
"I'll KILL YOU!!"
Devil Bear Douluo went completely berserk, chasing Bone Douluo everywhere, his giant bear paws slicing the air loudly.
But Bone Douluo's movement technique was too slippery.
He drifted like a leaf in the wind—untouched, unhurried—three steps ahead no matter how Devil Bear lunged.
He even had the time to steal Devil Bear's beer and take a swig.
"Ahh—refreshing!"
That was the final blow.
Devil Bear Douluo couldn't catch him.
Couldn't hit him.
And now the other party was drinking his beer.
A heavy, suffocating grievance surged through him.
He—Devil Bear Douluo, a Titled Douluo—
was acting like a three-year-old kid having his lollipop snatched.
He couldn't beat him.
What now?
In this moment of utter despair—
A spark of genius flashed.
He suddenly stopped chasing, inhaled a deep breath, and let out a cry so full of sorrow and righteousness that it shook the heavens.
"Everyone, come and see!!"
"Bone Douluo is using his strength to bully others!!"
"He snatched the only skewer I managed to grill!!"
"Where is justice?! Where is fairness?!"
This tragic proclamation echoed across the entire barbecue venue.
Thousand Jun and Demon Subduing Douluo paused mid-argument over whether to put cumin or chili first.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was staring at his dead fish in existential crisis, slowly lifted his head.
Even Qian Daoliu—who had been burning skewer after skewer under Qian Renxue's disgusted gaze—stopped moving.
Every gaze snapped toward Devil Bear Douluo.
Then toward Bone Douluo, who was still dodging like a happy little thief.
Normally, they would've laughed.
But tonight—they felt it.
They felt the pain.
The despair.
The grief of a failed griller.
Every one of them had produced nothing but charcoal.
Now Devil Bear Douluo had succeeded once—
ONCE!
And this bastard actually stole it?!
This wasn't stealing food.
This was trampling on the dignity of all barbecue failures!
How could they tolerate this?!
"OUTRAGEOUS!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo slammed his fish charcoal on the table with a bang.
"Gu Rong, you've gone too far!"
"Exactly!" Thousand Jun Douluo shouted. "We Titled Douluo have our pride! How can you act like a thief!"
"Amitabha—no, Senior above!" Ghost Leopard Douluo's heart shattered. "Bone Douluo, your actions shatter the harmony between our two forces! It could start a war!"
The next second—
"Brothers! Get justice for Devil Bear!"
"CHARGE!!"
"Get him!"
"Beat him up!"
With righteous fury on their faces, more than a dozen Titled Douluo swarmed Bone Douluo.
Of course… whether they wanted to use this opportunity to vent their frustration over burnt skewers—
only they knew.
Bone Douluo, who had been smugly dodging, was instantly stunned.
"HEY—HEY—HEY! What are you doing?!"
"It was a joke! You're taking it seriously?!"
"I—"
His protests were immediately drowned under a tidal wave of fists, elbows, knees, and kicks.
Against one Devil Bear Douluo?
Easy.
Against over a dozen Titled Douluo?
Even a god would kneel.
"STOP IT! THIS IS PERSONAL REVENGE!"
Bone Douluo yelped while squatting with his hands over his head.
But the crowd—eyes red with "justice"—no longer cared.
"Less talking! Keep hitting!"
"Exactly! Today we'll show you the dignity of Spirit Hall!"
Still, they avoided using spirit power, landing only physical blows.
At worst, Gu Rong would take a few hundred punches.
Nothing fatal.
But Bone Douluo's heart turned cold.
Is this how Gu Rong dies?
Beaten to death by his own side?
Because of a skewer?!
In their eyes…
Was a single skewer more valuable than a Titled Douluo?
Just when despair set in—
A thought flashed.
The Senior's gift.
The Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Jade Bone!
"Yes!"
He stopped defending.
Boom—
The Profound Jade Bone activated.
A warm yet indestructible power surged through his entire skeleton.
On his skin, a fleeting jade glow flashed—too fast for anyone to notice.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
These punches…
weren't even scratching him.
It could block Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.
How could this ragtag group possibly hurt him?
"Huh?"
Everyone suddenly noticed—
Why… did he feel like a rock?
"Hahahahaha!!"
Bone Douluo immediately stood up, hands on hips, laughing arrogantly.
"Come on! Keep hitting!"
"If you can make this old man frown today, I lose!"
Confidence filled his entire body.
He felt invincible.
A little divine, even.
Oh hell no.
Everyone was instantly enraged.
"You're TOO arrogant!"
"Brothers, keep hitting!"
The punches came even faster.
Bone Douluo stood there serenely, even closing his eyes, radiating the calm aura of a monk who had transcended mortal dust.
Until—
At the peak of his smugness—
In the chaos…
A mysterious, evil, black hand
silently reached in…
Bypassing all his defenses…
And grabbed—
His crotch.
Bone Douluo's eyes flew open.
His smug face instantly contorted into a tragic mask.
And then—
A scream that pierced the heavens erupted from his soul.
"Holy—!!"
"WHO GRABBED MY CROTCH?!!"
"AHHHHH— IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE! IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE!!!"
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