Chapter 74: Zhao Wuji likes to be beaten by the Tang family!
"Boom!"
The next second, a sudden explosion echoed through the streets of the Night Market.
The Blue Silver Grass that had completely enveloped Tang Chuan's body suddenly expanded violently, then instantly burst apart, scattering into countless fragments and dust.
Before Tang San could react, a blue figure suddenly charged out of the explosion.
In just the blink of an eye,
Tang Chuan had already broken through a distance of over ten meters, heading straight for Tang San's face!
"What?"
"How is his speed so fast?"
Feeling a flash of golden light before him, Tang San's heart suddenly tightened, and he froze in place. He tried to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he realized it was too late.
Tang Chuan's speed was simply too fast; he moved as if flying, even quicker and more terrifying than some Agility-type Soul Elders and Soul Kings Tang San had seen!
The very next second after Tang San froze in place,
"Bang!"
Tang Chuan's fist whistled through the air and smashed heavily, landing squarely on Tang San's face.
"Ah—"
With a scream, Tang San's vision went black, nosebleed instantly gushed out, and he was sent stumbling backward, his head spinning, finding it difficult to even stand steadily.
Before Tang San could recover, he heard an angry voice, tinged with a hint of disappointment, ring in his ears:
"Why are your first three spirit rings for your Blue Silver Grass Spirit exactly the same?"
"The first spirit ring is Blue Silver Bind. The second spirit ring's Parasitism ultimately aims to entangle the opponent. And the third spirit ring's Spider Web Restraint, isn't that still Blue Silver Bind control?!"
"A Spirit can absorb a maximum of nine spirit rings, and you've already wasted three slots. Who taught you such a foolish method? The idiot who taught you probably wants to lead you to your death!"
"Today, I'll discipline you, this unfilial son, on behalf of your father!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San felt the words were strangely familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before, and he was momentarily stunned again.
However, before he could think further,
the blue-clad youth with the bamboo hat in front of him delivered another fierce punch.
Tang San's heart tightened, and he was about to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge, but the next second, his expression suddenly changed. He saw that the opponent's other hand had already firmly clamped onto his arm, unmoving like an iron pincer, impossible to break free from.
"Bang!"
The fist landed again, smashing heavily onto Tang San's face, emitting another dull thud, and his body swayed violently.
Before Tang San could even catch his breath, another punch came directly at him.
"Ah—"
With a scream, he was struck, stumbling backward, no longer able to maintain his balance.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fists landed on flesh, without mercy.
In just a few breaths, Tang San was knocked to the ground by several of Tang Chuan's punches, his face bruised and swollen, completely curled up on the ground, clutching his head with both hands, gasping for air like an ox.
"No! Big Brother San!"
Seeing this scene, Xiao Wu's face instantly changed drastically.
She cried out, just about to rush forward to help Tang San, but suddenly felt a sharp gaze sweeping over her.
Subconsciously looking up, Xiao Wu saw Xiao Ruier staring coldly at her from not far away, her eyes incredibly icy, as if she would devour her instantly if she dared to move a single step.
"Wuwu—"
Xiao Wu's heart turned cold, on the verge of tears, her body trembled violently, and she involuntarily retreated a few steps, hiding behind a nearby stall, her face pale, not daring to move.
At this moment, Dai Mubai was just rushing over with Zhu Zhuqing.
As soon as they entered the Night Market, they saw Tang San being brutally beaten by someone with punches not far away, seemingly unable to fight back, lying on the ground, curled up and clutching his head.
"Little San! Are you alright?"
"Kid, you're looking for death, daring to hit someone from my Shrek Academy!"
Dai Mubai's face changed drastically, he roared in anger, about to step forward to rescue, but his steps suddenly halted.
A golden figure had already stood in front of them—it was Xiao Ruier.
Seeing the newcomer, Dai Mubai's pupils contracted, and the terrifying scene from not long ago flashed through his mind: he had been sent flying by this savage girl's punch, completely powerless to retaliate, the intense pain and the surging blood in his chest felt as if they still lingered in his bones.
"You..."
His throat tightened, Dai Mubai's feet involuntarily retreated two steps, the anger on his face replaced by hesitation and fear.
Tang San lay on the ground, his cheeks as red as a monkey's bottom, nosebleed flowing, his body covered in bruises, almost on the verge of fainting. But just as he was nearly flipped over by another punch, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Dai Mubai standing not far away.
"Mubai! Quick, save me!" Tang San shouted hoarsely and urgently.
However, what answered him was only a deathly silence.
Tang San's expression changed drastically, with a hint of panic, he shouted again loudly:
"Boss Dai! Hurry and save me!"
Tang San's voice echoed through the streets of the Night Market, yet no one came forward.
Dai Mubai stood rooted to the spot, his fists clenched, his face full of struggle. Under Xiao Ruier's cold gaze, he dared not take even half a step.
Tang San's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his chest heaving violently, almost gasping like an ox, the fear and anger in his eyes intertwined, finally converging into a towering rage.
"Damn it...!"
"I see you've already found your path to death!"
With a low roar, Tang San suddenly extended his right arm to block in front of him, forcefully stopping the descending fist, and his left hand suddenly rose, a small, pitch-black hammer appearing in his palm.
At the same time, the robes on his back subtly swelled, his Eight Spider Lances about to be activated.
Just as Tang San was about to use his Clear Sky Hammer and Eight Spider Lances to counterattack, a furious roar suddenly came from mid-air, like a thunderclap, shaking all directions:
"Kid! How dare you, to hit someone from our Shrek Academy!"
As soon as the voice fell, a tall figure broke through the air from the night, bringing with him an astonishing surge of Qi, and smashed directly towards Tang San's location!
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, Tang Chuan's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his body swayed lightly like a phantom, instantly disappearing from in front of Tang San, then rapidly retreating backward.
"Boom!!"
The next second, the figure heavily crashed to the ground, like a meteor falling into the mortal world, stirring up dust and gravel, and the entire street instantly plunged into chaos.
From within the dust, a burly figure slowly emerged, his Aura as steady as a mountain, his muscles bulging, and seven spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—circled upward from his feet. He was, astonishingly, a Soul Sage.
Seeing the newcomer, Tang San's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then he slowly stood up, looking at the newcomer with a sigh of relief, panting:
"Teacher Zhao, you finally arrived..."
"If you were any later, you might not have seen me."
Hearing this, Zhao Wujie's expression was also slightly awkward. He slowly raised his hand and waved it gently towards Tang San, his tone low and confident, saying:
"Tang San, stand back. From now on, leave it to me."
"Don't worry, he hit you today, I'll make him pay back double!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San nodded and stumbled backward.
"Little San, are you alright?"
At this moment, Dai Mubai finally dared to step forward. He walked quickly, his eyes showing some anxiety, reaching out to support Tang San's arm.
However, Tang San suddenly flung his arm, directly shaking off Dai Mubai's hand.
He swayed, then stood firm, a clear look of displeasure on his face. He coldly glanced at Dai Mubai and snorted.
Dai Mubai paused slightly, his face darkened, and he stood in place, not moving forward again.
...
Glancing at Zhao Wujie, Xiao Ruier's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes. Then, her body moved, and she quietly came to Tang Chuan's side, saying in a low voice:
"A Soul Sage has arrived, he might be difficult to deal with."
Hearing this, Tang Chuan's gaze deepened, but he didn't show much fear, merely nodding faintly and responding in a low voice: "If it's a one-on-one fight, it might indeed be a bit tricky. But if the two of us team up, we have nothing to fear from him."
Xiao Ruier didn't say more after hearing this, simply nodding.
The next second, a golden light burst forth from her body.
Immediately after, a majestic golden Dragon phantom roared into existence behind her, and four spirit rings rose with it, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, a terrifying Aura instantly spreading out.
This Aura instantly caught Zhao Wujie's attention. He crossed his arms, but a disdainful sneer played on the corners of his mouth, and he scoffed.
"Mere two four-ring Soul Sects, daring to shout in front of me, the Immovable King? To deal with you, I don't even bother releasing my Spirit."
At this moment, on a dilapidated eaves not far away, a tall and burly figure stood quietly. He was draped in a tattered gray robe, not speaking, just raising the rough pottery wine jar in his hand and taking a light sip of wine.
"First beaten by his son, then beaten by his father... now he's about to be beaten by his son again."
"Interesting...".
Read 80+ Advanced Chapters At PA Treon....
patreon.com/FicTonic1
[end of the chapter]