Chapter 74 Zhao Wuji, who enjoys being beaten by the Tang family!
Chapter 74 Zhao Wuji, who enjoys being beaten by the Tang family!
Chapter 74 Zhao Wuji, who enjoys being beaten by the Tang family!
"boom!"
The next second, a loud bang suddenly rang out on the night market street.
The Blue Silver Grass that had completely enveloped Tang Chuan's body suddenly expanded violently, then exploded in an instant, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.
Before Tang San could react, a blue figure suddenly burst out from the explosion.
In the blink of an eye.
Tang Chuan had already broken through the distance of more than ten meters and was heading straight for Tang San's face!
"What?"
"How can he be so fast?"
A flash of golden light appeared before Tang San's eyes, and his heart tightened. He froze on the spot. He tried to use Ghost Shadow 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 seemed to be flying, even faster and more terrifying than some agility-type Soul Masters and Soul Kings that Tang San had seen!
The next second, Tang San stood frozen in place.
"Bang!"
Tang Chuan's fist came hurtling down, striking Tang San squarely in the face.
"ah--"
With a scream, Tang San's vision went black, blood gushed from his nose, and he was knocked back, his head spinning, making it difficult for him to even stand up straight.
Before Tang San could react, he heard a voice filled with anger and disappointment ring in his ears:
"Why are your first three spirit skills from your Blue Silver Grass spirit exactly the same?"
"The first soul skill is Entanglement. The second soul skill, Parasite, also aims to entangle the opponent. And the third soul skill, Spider Web Binding, isn't it still about entanglement and control?!"
"A martial soul can absorb a maximum of nine soul rings, and you've already wasted three slots. Who taught you this stupid method? That idiot who taught you is probably trying to lead you to your doom!"
"Today, I'll teach your good-for-nothing son a lesson on behalf of your father!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San felt that the words sounded strangely familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before, and he was stunned for a moment.
However, before he could think further...
The blue-clad boy wearing a straw hat threw another punch.
Tang San was startled and was about to use Ghost Shadow to dodge, but the next second, his expression suddenly changed. He saw that the other person's other hand had already firmly clamped his arm, as immovable as an iron clamp, and he could not break free at all.
"Bang!"
The fist fell again, slamming hard into Tang San's face, producing another dull thud, and Tang San's body swayed violently.
Before Tang San could even catch his breath, another punch came hurtling towards him.
"ah--"
With a scream, he was knocked back and could no longer regain his balance.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Every punch lands squarely, showing no mercy.
In just a few breaths, Tang San was knocked to the ground by Tang Chuan's punches, his face bruised and battered, curled up on the ground with his hands tightly protecting his head, panting heavily.
"No! Third Brother!"
Upon seeing this scene, Xiao Wu's expression changed drastically.
With a gasp, she was about to rush forward to help Tang San when she suddenly felt a sharp gaze sweeping towards her.
Subconsciously looking up, Xiao Wu saw Xiao Ruier staring coldly at her not far away. Her eyes were incredibly cold, as if she would devour Xiao Ruier if she dared to take a single step.
"Waaah—"
Xiao Wu felt a chill in her heart, and though she wanted to cry, she couldn't. Her body trembled violently, and she involuntarily took a few steps back, hiding behind a nearby stall. Her face was deathly pale, and she dared not move.
Just then, Dai Mubai arrived quickly with Zhu Zhuqing.
As soon as they stepped into the night market, they saw Tang San being brutally beaten with punches not far away. He seemed powerless to fight back, lying on the ground curled up, clutching his head.
"You mistress! Are you alright?"
"You little brat, you're asking for death! How dare you hit someone from Shrek Academy!"
Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically. He shouted angrily and was about to step forward to help, but his steps suddenly stopped.
A golden figure suddenly appeared before them—it was Xiao Ruier.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Dai Mubai's pupils contracted, and the terrifying scene from not long ago flashed through his mind. He had been blasted away by this savage woman's punch, powerless to fight back. The intense pain and the churning blood in his chest seemed to still linger in his bones.
"you…"
His throat tightened, and Dai Mubai involuntarily took two steps back, his anger turning into hesitation and fear.
Tang San lay on the ground, his cheeks as red as a monkey's bottom, blood streaming from his nose, his body covered in bruises, and he was almost fainting. But just as he was about to be knocked over by another punch, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Dai Mubai standing not far away.
"Mu Bai! Save me!" Tang San shouted hoarsely and urgently.
However, all he received in response was a deathly silence.
Tang San's expression changed drastically, and with a hint of panic, he shouted again:
"Boss Dai! Help me, please!"
Tang San's voice echoed through the night market streets, but no one came forward.
Dai Mubai stood there, his fists clenched, his face full of struggle. Under Xiao Ruier's cold gaze, he didn't dare to take even half a step.
Tang San's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his chest heaving violently, almost panting heavily. The fear and anger in his eyes intertwined and finally coalesced into a raging inferno.
"hateful……!"
"I see you're already courting death!"
With a low growl, Tang San suddenly stretched out his right arm to block the falling fist, and his left hand suddenly rose, revealing a small, black hammer in his palm.
At the same time, his robes billowed slightly, and the Eight Spider Spears were about to be unleashed.
Just as Tang San was about to use the Clear Sky Hammer and Eight Spider Lances to counterattack, a loud shout suddenly came from mid-air, as loud as thunder, shaking all directions:
"Boy! How dare you hit someone from Shrek Academy!"
The moment the voice fell, a tall figure burst through the night, bringing with it a tremendous shockwave, and crashed straight down on Tang San's location!
"Um?"
Seeing this, Tang Chuan frowned slightly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his body swayed like a phantom, instantly disappearing from Tang San's sight before retreating rapidly behind him.
"boom!!"
The next second, the figure crashed heavily to the ground, like a meteorite falling to earth, stirring up dust and debris, plunging the entire street into chaos.
Amidst the smoke and dust, a burly figure slowly emerged. His aura was as steady as a mountain, his muscles were bulging, and seven soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—spun upwards beneath his feet, revealing him to be a Soul Saint.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Tang San frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He then slowly stood up, looking at the newcomer with a sense of relief, and said breathlessly:
"Teacher Zhao, you've finally arrived..."
"If it had been any later, you probably wouldn't have seen me."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's expression turned slightly awkward. He slowly raised his hand and waved it lightly at Tang San, his voice low and confident as he said:
"Tang San, step back. Leave the rest to me."
"Don't worry, he hit you today, I'll make him pay double!"
Upon hearing this, Tang San nodded and staggered backward.
"Are you alright, mistress?"
At this moment, Dai Mubai finally dared to step forward. He walked quickly over, his eyes filled with anxiety, and reached out to support Tang San's arm.
However, Tang San suddenly swung his arm and flung Dai Mubai's hand away.
He swayed slightly, then regained his footing. A clear look of displeasure crossed his face. He glanced coldly at Dai Mubai and let out a cold snort.
Dai Mubai was slightly taken aback, his face darkened, and he stood still without moving forward.
.........
Xiao Ruier glanced at Zhao Wuji, her brows furrowing slightly, a look of seriousness flashing in her eyes. She then moved swiftly, quietly appearing beside Tang Chuan, and said in a low voice:
"A Soul Saint has arrived; he'll probably be difficult to deal with."
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan's gaze darkened slightly, but he didn't show much fear. He simply nodded and replied 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 join forces, we have nothing to fear from him."
Xiao Ruier nodded without saying much after hearing this.
The next second, a golden light burst forth from her body.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic golden dragon phantom roared and appeared behind her, along with four spirit rings that rose up, yellow and purple, instantly spreading out a terrifying pressure.
This aura instantly caught Zhao Wuji's attention. He crossed his arms, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips, and scoffed.
"Two mere fourth-ring Soul Masters dare to swagger in front of me, the Immovable King? I won't even bother releasing my Martial Soul to deal with you."
At that moment, on the roof of a dilapidated house not far away, a tall and burly figure stood quietly. He was wearing a tattered gray robe and did not make a sound. He simply raised the rough pottery wine jar in his hand and took a sip of wine.
"First I got beaten by my son, then by my father... and now I'm getting beaten by my son again."
"interesting…"
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