Douluo Dalu: Why Is My Martial Soul Such a Sophisticated Person?

Bai Mo transmigrates to Douluo Dalu and feels as if he’s plunged into an icy cavern during his Martial Soul Awakening ceremony. His Mutated Martial Soul is a portly emperor penguin wearing sunglasses, who calls himself a “man of refined taste.” That very day, the man of refined taste tries to take the six-year-old Bai Mo to the most upscale social teahouse for a “field study of the ebb and flow of human desire.” Bai Mo: “I’m only six! Do I look like I can even use that thing?!” Man of Refined Taste: “How shallow! This is a required course in social aesthetics, designed to give you the ultimate visual pleasure at the lowest possible cost.” Bai Mo: “Oh no, my Martial Soul is kind of perverted...” Man of Refined Taste: “I’m a man of abstinence, yet I find myself strangely restless.” Bai Mo: “Shut up!” Man of Refined Taste: “What do you mean?!” Years later, at the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament. On the field, Tang San’s Clear Sky Hammer presses down like a mountain. The audience holds its breath as the Shrek Seven Devils brace themselves. Bai Mo pats the penguin on his shoulder. “Man of refined taste, it’s time! Bring out your ultimate move.” Man of Refined Taste: “Everyone, please check and make sure your undergarments are completely dry.” “To prevent the aesthetic resonance that follows from causing certain uncontrollable... dampness.” Tang San frowns. “Enough with your tricks!” Before the words have left his mouth A bulky black shadow suddenly teleports into the very center of the arena, high in the air. The emperor penguin hangs there, gracefully snapping its flipper. The next second, a BGM completely out of place in the brutal Soul Fighting Arena rings out without warning, deep in everyone’s perception of Soul Power: “When will the bright moon appear~~~ I raise my cup and ask the blue sky~~~”