Douluo: I Have an Unnamed Law

Chapter 395 Tang San: How about we make a bet?

"Ah."

Facing Dai Mubai's aggressive charge, Gu Nanfeng smiled contemptuously.

"Your pace is swift, but your trajectory is predictable. If you were invincible in strength, no one could stand against you, but you are not."

"Whether it works or not, we'll find out soon enough!"

Dai Mubai roared, the word "no" was the last thing he could hear. He pushed off with his feet, leaped into the air, and clenched his right fist, aiming for Gu Nanfeng's face.

Gu Nanfeng calmly twirled his sword, then reached out with his left hand, easily bypassing Dai Mubai's fist, grabbing his wrist, and pulling with the opponent's strength, instantly flinging Dai Mubai away.

With a thud, Dai Mubai crashed heavily to the ground, his face grim. He gritted his teeth as he got up, glaring angrily at Gu Nanfeng.

"Kid, don't go too far!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, getting anxious already. Genius, my foot! You hairless tiger, if you can't beat him, you can't beat him. Why are you saying that Brother Nanfeng is going too far?"

Ning Rongrong wouldn't let this opportunity to sarcastic remarks slip by, and immediately launched into a tirade that left Dai Mubai with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily, and pointing angrily at Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, you pfft!!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Nanfeng lunged forward again, the Xuan Shuang sword reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight.

Before Dai Mubai could react, the palm-width blade of the sword struck his face, sending him spinning 3,600 degrees through the air like a top. He landed precisely in a nearby trash can, his body limp, and he immediately passed out.

Gu Nanfeng craned his neck to take a look, then turned around and bowed slightly to the crowd.

"Accurate hit, please don't idolize me."

"Great, well done! You were amazing!"

Ning Rongrong was a very competent atmosphere-maker, and immediately clapped and cheered.

Although Zhu Zhuqing wasn't as outgoing as Ning Rongrong, she still clapped along.

"Basic operation, basic operation."

Gu Nanfeng waved his hand without any modesty.

The Shrek team, however, was a different story. Their faces were all ashen, and Flander's eyelids twitched.

Tang San stepped forward and said, "Brother, sparring is one thing, but treating Dai Mubai like this is going too far. This is no longer sparring, it's an insult."

Gu Nanfeng blinked, looked at Tang San, and said, "What's wrong? He can swear, but I can't beat him up?"

"Hmph, why didn't you say anything when Ning Rongrong was verbally abusing us?"

Xiao Wu also came up at this moment to support her three friends.

"If any of you are capable of getting past me, then go and beat her up. What are you doing talking to me about?"

Gu Nanfeng held his sword horizontally, his aura rising, his whole being like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Fatty, Mistress, this can't be tolerated! We can't let Boss Dai be insulted for no reason!"

Oscar stared intently at Gu Nanfeng. Although he didn't know where this guy came from, the way Rongrong addressed him so intimately meant he couldn't be a good person.

“Every time, we Shrek students share both glory and shame, we must teach him a lesson!”

Ma Hongjun had long been annoyed by Gu Nanfeng's arrogant attitude.

Xiao Wu also flexed her wrists and pointed at Gu Nanfeng.

"You're too arrogant. Today, Sister Xiaowu will teach you a lesson!"

Tang San also stepped forward, stood in the center, looked at Flander and said, "Dean, please be the referee. I want to fight this guy one-on-one."

"Third Brother, this kid is tough to deal with. We should go together."

"Fatty, ganging up on the weak isn't our style. You guys go down first. If I lose, then you can come up."

Tang San interrupted Ma Hongjun's words and glanced at Xiao Wu: "Xiao Wu, you too, if I lose, it's not too late for you to go up."

"Hmph, you're lucky!"

Xiao Wu still listened to Tang San, pointing at Gu Nanfeng as if she would let him off the hook for the time being.

Oscar didn't say much, but handed Tang San two grilled sausages. "Little San, take these. After all, his level is higher than yours."

"Thank you."

Tang San did not refuse and accepted the sausage.

He walked up to Gu Nanfeng, his bright blue eyes revealing a hidden ruthlessness and the complexities of adulthood.

The opponent is a three-ring Soul Master, and all of them have thousand-year Soul Rings. They must have cultivated some special meditation method. I am only a Great Soul Master now. Competing in Soul Skills is definitely comparing my weaknesses with the opponent's strengths. I must think of a way.

Thinking of this, Tang San gave a polite smile, his left hand behind his back and his right hand slightly outstretched forward.

"Brother Gu, how about we make a bet?"

"Let's make a bet. Tell me, how do we play?"

If it were anyone else who wanted to make a bet with him, Gu Nanfeng would definitely refuse. But the person in front of him was Tang San, the future God King that Zhu Zhuqing had mentioned. He definitely had extraordinary abilities and was absolutely confident in his own strength, so he did not refuse.

"Took the bait."

Tang San's lips curled up slightly, and then he said, "My name is Tang San, my spirit is Blue Silver Grass, I am 12 years old, a level 29 control-type Great Spirit Master. In terms of spirit power and spirit rings, I admit that I am no match for you, but in that case, it would be unfair for you to win."

"How about we be fair and not use soul skills, just compete in terms of physical strength?"

Gu Nanfeng's lips curled into a confident smile.

"Alright, let's have a skills competition then."

What a joke! I've been training in martial arts since I was a child, following my father around. Even without using my soul skills, how many of my peers could last three moves against me?

Upon hearing this, Oscar and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance and revealed smiles of anticipation.

"This kid is in trouble for daring to compete with Third Brother in skills."

"Hehe, let's just wait and see the show, and then give him a good roasting."

The two men grinned slyly, already mentally preparing their sarcastic retorts.

Little Wu, that silly rabbit, didn't think that far ahead and shouted, "Brother, beat him up!"

Gu Nanfeng sheathed his Xuanshuang Sword and assumed the starting stance of Tai Chi.

"please."

Tang San's eyes flickered slightly. The Tang Sect era he lived in was still several hundred years before Zhang Sanfeng's time, so naturally they didn't recognize Tai Chi.

Tang San's eyes were serious, his Purple Demon Eye activated, and he stared intently at Gu Nanfeng's every move.

After returning the greeting, he activated the Ghostly Shadow Steps technique, his figure moving like a ghost, seemingly phantoms, and quickly rushed towards Gu Nanfeng.

Xuanyu hand!
Tang San's hands became as white as jade and extremely hard, allowing him to catch many powerful hidden weapons with his bare hands.

"interesting."

Gu Nanfeng became slightly more serious. Although Tang San's movement technique was not as good as the one his father had taught him, it also contained the principles of Bagua. His movements seemed to be unpredictable, but in fact, ordinary people did not understand the principles, which was why they could not figure out his movement technique.

But Gu Nanfeng was different. He had learned a lot from his father since childhood and was also proficient in many strange arts. Tang San's movement techniques were hard to fathom in the eyes of others, but in his eyes they were traceable.

He also used a special footwork technique to strike the air with his palm, which contained a bone-chilling coldness.

Sure enough, Tang San appeared within the attack range of his palm the next moment.

"what!"

Tang San was secretly shocked. Ghost Shadow Steps was the top movement technique of the Tang Clan, and his opponent had actually seen through his movement technique.

Without time to think, Tang San quickly channeled his soul power and met the attack with his right palm.

With a muffled thud, Tang San was no match for the opponent and staggered back five or six meters, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How did you see through it?"

It looks as if Tang San deliberately bumped into it, but only Tang San himself knows the truth.

(End of this chapter)