Chapter 24: Tang Hao's Injuries, Entering Notting City!
"Holy crap, what's going on?"
Tang Hao's eyes darted around rapidly. This speed was nothing to a Title Douluo.
But these were his two sons, one seven years old and the other only six.
They were under his nose every day, when did they learn such skills?
Tang Hao was shocked, not even noticing the wine spilled down his neck.
He began to have deep doubts, feeling that Old Jack was right.
He was unworthy of being a father, not even knowing the basic situation of his children.
Now, who could tell him what was going on?
"Tang Hao, what are you standing there for?"
"Do you want Xiao San to protect you? Are you even a man?"
Jack's old eyes were failing, and he couldn't see the two moving at high speed.
But he knew Tang San was fighting, how could he not be anxious?
"Uh, that's Xiao Chen, don't worry,"
Tang Hao said involuntarily, feeling a sense of pride at this moment.
He wanted to shout: Look, those two are my sons.
"Xiao Chen?"
Old Jack was also puzzled, feeling like he understood them even less.
Clang!
The two sides clashed again, and Tang San was sent flying far away.
His numb arm could barely grip the kunai.
"So strong... a complete crushing defeat."
Tang San gasped for breath, his remaining soul power completely depleted.
If he relied solely on his physical strength to hold on, he'd likely be defeated within two or three moves.
Moreover, Tang Chen was calm and collected, clearly holding back, sparring with him.
A deep sense of defeat welled up inside him. They were born of the same parents, practiced the same techniques, and Tang Chen had even trained for several years earlier.
Yet the difference was so vast.
"I'm done playing! This clone's soul power is used up!"
"These ninja tools are yours. I'll wait for you at the city gate!" *
Bang!*
Tang Chen helplessly shrugged; he'd gone too far and was out of soul power.
After all, the clone didn't carry much, and it didn't have the Tenseigan to replenish its soul power.
After saying this, it turned into smoke and dissipated into the forest.
Only a large pile of ninja tools remained, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
"A clone? This is just a clone?"
Tang San felt a pang of heartache, as if he had been hit a thousand times harder. It turned out that after fighting for so long, it was just a clone that the other party casually created.
Wasn't this too hurtful to his pride?
Tang San stood quietly in place, his thoughts once again becoming confused.
He even thought that his brother was a genius that only appeared once in billions of years.
Born to be an immortal.
"Little San, let's go. You're no match for that little rascal yet."
Tang Hao's large hand was placed on Tang San's shoulder.
As someone who had been through it all, he understood this feeling best.
The world is so big, even if you are a top genius, there are always a few people you can never defeat.
Only by adjusting your mindset and constantly moving forward in adversity can you have the possibility of surpassing them.
"Okay, Father, I'll pack up!"
Tang San had lived for more than thirty years, and his mentality was not comparable to that of a child.
After a brief moment of shock, he recovered. His current goal was to surpass his elder brother.
Even if he couldn't catch up in cultivation, he couldn't lose in terms of hidden weapons.
"Good that you understand. Only by persevering through adversity can one become a true powerhouse."
Tang Hao nodded with satisfaction and began helping Tang San collect the scattered hidden weapons.
He didn't say much; he had already neglected his duty and was too ashamed to ask.
"Ouch!"
"This kid has some skill!"
After the shadow clone dissipated, Tang Chen felt a strong feedback.
It was as if he had personally experienced the battle; all the sensations were crystal clear.
In the final clash with Tang San, his arm had also been numb.
He quickly shook his hands to regain consciousness of the clone's touch.
This shadow clone was indeed a forbidden technique; used well, it could propel one to great heights.
Used poorly, it could harm oneself and others.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the three of them slowly walked over.
"Dad, Little San!"
"Grandpa Jack!"
Tang Chen greeted him warmly, looking at Tang San's wounds.
He proactively offered him some recovery fruits, after all, he was his younger brother.
Forget the original story.
Don't judge people with prejudice; use your heart to understand everyone.
That's how you discover the truth, instead of being guided by wrong ideas.
At least don't let your values be dictated by your looks; that's too vulgar.
But being good-looking seems to really give you the freedom to do whatever you want.
Tang Chen unconsciously touched his face.
"Thank you, Big Brother."
Tang San felt the changes; his injuries and soul power were recovering rapidly.
"Dad, did you miss me?"
Tang Chen looked at Tang Hao with a mischievous smile, for some reason wanting to tease him.
There were just too many flaws in him.
"No."
"But you're pretty good!"
Tang Hao said abruptly, something only Tang Chen could understand.
"Haha, of course I'm good! How bad could your son be?"
Tang Chen smiled broadly, then handed over a few recovery fruits, speaking softly.
"Eat it, you keep vomiting blood in the middle of the night, it's unsettling to see!"
Tang Hao stared at the fruit in his hand, suddenly stunned.
His old injuries had been bothering him, but he hadn't sought treatment from a support Soul Master.
The pain served as a constant reminder of his hatred.
Vomiting blood was indeed frequent, and his son had actually noticed?
Tang Hao felt exposed, and a warm feeling welled up inside him.
Since Ah Yin's death, had anyone cared about him?
"Okay!"
Tang Hao didn't say much, picking up the fruit and popping it into his mouth.
His shock deepened; his injuries were almost incurable, even the strongest support Soul Master could only suppress them.
But these few small fruits were healing his old wounds.
He understood his son less and less.
"It's good that it works, I'll send you some regularly in the future."
"Our Martial Soul produces and consumes its own, naturally non-toxic."
Tang Chen, seeing Tang Hao's change, was now completely exposed under the Reincarnation Eye.
The healing fruits weren't very effective, but his level was still low.
He simply summoned his Martial Soul and picked all the healing fruits.
"Hmm? Father's injured?"
Tang San asked curiously, sensing that his father and brother hadn't said much.
"Don't ask so many questions, child!"
"Let's take the carriage in, so we won't be looked down upon!"
Tang Hao pointed to the carriage, which he had specially bought.
He planned to give it to Jack after using it, after all, there was a debt of gratitude for the years of care he had received.
A man should stand tall and upright, and he couldn't forget to repay the debt of gratitude.
Of course, he couldn't forget to avenge the debt of revenge either.
"Good, good, good!"
"Chen'er is so thoughtful!"
Old Jack grinned from ear to ear and quickly jumped into the carriage.
Tang Hao was also very proactive, jumping to the front to become the coachman.
When it came to the most hardworking Title Douluo, he was undoubtedly the one.
The carriage swaggered into the city; its aristocratic style meant even the city guards dared not stop it.
Notting Junior Academy was located in the west of the city, and the carriage quickly arrived at the side gate.
Enrollment at the main gate had already ended, and work-study students couldn't enter.
The carriage stopped by the roadside, attracting a lot of onlookers, a rare sight in this small city.
Tang Chen didn't get out of the car, letting Old Jack and Tang San negotiate.
He wanted to see if Grandmaster would show up; that guy's theoretical knowledge was amazing.
He definitely wouldn't become Grandmaster's disciple; no one in Douluo Continent was qualified.
However, he would be suitable for Tang San, able to help him greatly develop his martial soul. Besides, the Golden Iron Triangle was good;
Akatsuki needed many fighters to develop.
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