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Compared to the elves, the orcs are far more wild. While they possess some artistic creativity, they mostly revere brute strength.
Thus, to impart wisdom to them, one must first conquer them through force.
Should he take action himself?
Tang San considered his own unparalleled combat prowess but realized that wouldn't earn lasting respect. Once he left, the orcs would likely revert to their old ways. What he needed was a representative—a disciple to act on his behalf.
The young werewolf, Peter Jack Trass Griffinell, seemed like a suitable candidate.
However, before initiating any conquest by force, the young werewolf needed to strengthen his abilities. For this reason, Tang San took him as his student, wholeheartedly teaching him how to cultivate his strength and how to fight.
Although Peter was an orc, Tang San's examination revealed that aside from lacking a martial soul, his body structure was quite similar to that of a human. Besides the abundant body hair and the distinct head shape, everything else, including the place where energy was stored—three inches below the navel—was almost identical to humans.
That said, Tang San also noticed key differences. The werewolf's meridians were naturally thicker, allowing them to contain more energy, and they had a closer connection to their blood vitality. Werewolves could activate their life force more instinctively.
This gave them a natural advantage over most humans from Douluo Continent.
Moreover, Tang San detected a peculiar energy in every cell of Peter's body. In this world, it was referred to as the bloodline power of the Howling Moon Wolf King.
However, Tang San sensed something deeper—this energy was merely the surface. The true source lay in the expression of the bloodline factors within the core of each cell.
In this world, the extraction of bloodline power was common, but in reality, it merely siphoned off this cellular bloodline energy, without touching the bloodline factors themselves.
For ordinary orcs, extracting bloodline power would cause massive damage to their cells, leading to the breakdown of organs and the body's internal systems. In most cases, this damage was irreversible, and only a few with exceptionally strong vitality could survive.
As for those who did survive, if they eventually recovered, their bloodline power would resurface.
"What does that mean?" The young werewolf was confused.
"There's no point in explaining too much; you wouldn't understand. To put it simply, if a werewolf's bloodline power is extracted without damaging their cells, it doesn't mean they've permanently lost it. At most, they'll be sick for a few days, months, or even years. Once they recover, the bloodline power can be cultivated again," Tang San explained a truth that seemed unbelievable to the young werewolf. "So don't focus too much on your bloodline power. It's a natural instinct. For someone at your stage, you don't need to worry about cultivating it until you reach the seventh rank."
"Is that so!" The young werewolf, only half-understanding, nodded—after all, Teacher Tang San was much stronger than him. He trusted his judgment.
However, Dak had a different view. "How can bloodline power not be important? The faster he cultivates his bloodline power, the faster his strength will grow."
"Besides, the bloodline power will help him control his energy better!"
"The stronger the bloodline power, the better control it provides over one's energy!"
Tang San shook his head and said, "If you follow your method, he'll never defeat the Sacred Dragon. You lost to the Sacred Dragon, didn't you? Your method is based on your experience, and the Sacred Dragon is certainly familiar with it. How could it possibly work against him?"
"Peter is a werewolf, not a dragon. Your method might not even suit him."
"He needs to find his own path."
"And I will only provide the direction."
Dak still argued, "I can give him a blood transfusion. Within this dragon bone of mine is a drop of dark dragon blood. It will allow him to transform completely, becoming a dragon-wolf, far more powerful than an ordinary werewolf."
Tang San remained noncommittal.
He acknowledged that this method would indeed make Peter much stronger, but it wouldn't give him any advantage against the Sacred Dragon.
Every dragon on this island was descended from the Sacred Dragon, its bloodline spread through all of them. Even if the young werewolf gained dragon blood, he would still be naturally inferior to the Sacred Dragon. When the time came to face it, the overwhelming pressure from the Sacred Dragon's bloodline would likely crush him.
"Now, you have two paths." Tang San handed the decision to the young werewolf. "Peter Jack Tesla Griffinell, will you choose to take the dragon blood and forever be beneath the Sacred Dragon, or rely on your werewolf lineage to forge ahead, breaking through your limits and using your werewolf body to crush the Sacred Dragon?"
Dak was frustrated. "What do you mean he'll be beneath the Sacred Dragon if he chooses dragon blood? I was just careless back then—I didn't dodge in time... Peter Jack... whatever, that name is a mouthful. Little wolf cub, don't listen to this hairless monkey. Listen to me! If you gain my bloodline, your cultivation will progress rapidly, with no bottlenecks before the seventh rank."
Though Tang San was imbued with the power of the God of Calamity, Dak wasn't intimidated.
He was the Dark Dragon God!
Respecting the God of Calamity didn't mean he had to revere a mere human.
Xun'er wanted to persuade the young werewolf to choose the dragon blood. After all, in the Dragon Island, the dragon race was the most noble. As for the other option... while Tang San was special, she didn't think it was worth Peter taking such a big risk.
"I'll follow my teacher's advice," the young werewolf said after much consideration. In the end, he decided to take the risk. Although Dak's method was more reliable, he had already fallen to this low. How much worse could it get?
Taking a gamble wasn't such a bad idea.
Besides, Tang San had remembered his name—Peter Jack Tesla Griffinell. This showed respect, unlike Dak, who called him "little wolf cub" and flaunted his age and seniority.
"Congratulations. By daring to take risks, your chances of success have risen to fifty percent," Tang San smiled.
"Huh? Only fifty percent?" The young werewolf started to regret his choice.
"Why fifty percent? Can you explain?" Xun'er asked, curious about how much confidence Tang San really had.
"Whenever you try something unknown, the chances of success and failure are each fifty percent."
The young werewolf was speechless. I really regret this now.
Xun'er's fur bristled in frustration. "Are you joking with Griffinell?"
"I'm not finished." Tang San motioned for her to calm down and continued, "The courage to act gives you a fifty percent chance of success. If you lack the courage, then the chance of success is zero."
The young werewolf clenched his fists. "That's right. Courage is important. I need to reclaim the courage I've lost! Teacher, please push me harder!"
(End of Chapter)