Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 110 Dugu Bo violently beats Tang San

Tang San turned around abruptly and saw that Dugu Bo was already standing less than three zhang behind him.

The old monster's eyes were like lightning. Although the azure phosphorus poison surrounding him was not released outwards, it filled the air with a nauseating, sweet and pungent smell.

He subconsciously hid the freshly picked herbs in his robes, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "Senior, you misunderstand. I lost my way in the forest and stumbled upon this place by accident."

"A lucky accident?" Dugu Bo scoffed, his withered finger pointing at the slightly bulging Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at Tang San's waist. "Then what are you hiding in your bosom? Do you think I'm blind?"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of Tang San.

Tang San felt a green shadow flicker before his eyes, and then a burning pain shot through his cheek. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily onto the rocks by the cold pool.

"Ah!" Tang San screamed in agony, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

He struggled to get up, but saw Dugu Bo walking slowly towards him, each step feeling like it was treading on his heart. Before he could even stand up, another slap landed hard on his other cheek.

The force of the blow was astonishing. Tang San felt stars flashing before his eyes, his teeth were almost knocked out, and blood gushed from his nose, dripping down his chin onto his clothes.

"You little liar!" Dugu Bo grabbed Tang San by the collar with his left hand, lifted him up, and slapped him across the face like raindrops with his right hand.

"Wrong way? What do you take this place for? Someone you can just come and go as you please?"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The sound of slaps echoed in the valley. Tang San's cheeks swelled up rapidly, his mouth was torn, and blood gushed out along with broken teeth.

Tang San felt his head buzzing and his vision blurring. But a sliver of hope remained in his heart, and he endured the excruciating pain, crying out, "Senior! Senior, spare me! I really just got lost..."

However, he was met with even more ferocious beatings. Dugu Bo's palms seemed to contain immense force, each blow causing him to see stars and hear a deafening roar.

"Spare me? Now you know how to beg for mercy?" Dugu Bo sneered, showing no mercy whatsoever. "Dare to touch my treasure? If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'm not a Dugu!"

With that, he slammed Tang San to the ground and kicked him hard in the stomach several times. Tang San curled up, letting out a painful groan, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Tang San finally broke down, tears streaming down his face as he begged for mercy, "Senior, I was wrong! I shouldn't have stolen the herbs, please forgive me!"

But Dugu Bo ignored him, grabbed his hair, and slammed his face against the pebbles by the cold pool. "You know you're wrong? Too late! I won't be satisfied until I've crippled your hands today!"

As he spoke, he raised his foot and stomped hard on Tang San's hand.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and Tang San let out a shrill scream, feeling as if his fingers were being crushed like dry twigs.

The excruciating pain nearly made him faint, but Dugu Bo's torture was not over. The old monster flipped him over and continued to slap his face with his palms, each slap filled with undisguised killing intent.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang San's consciousness began to blur, and all that remained in his ears was a buzzing sound.

His face was swollen beyond recognition, his eyes were bruised, his lips were cracked, and his body was covered in wounds.

"Pfft—" Tang San was thrown against the scorching lava wall again, the burning pain in his back and the swelling in his cheeks almost made him lose consciousness.

Dugu Bo's veined hands, like iron clamps, gripped Tang San's neck and lifted him up. The emerald poisonous mist seeping from between his fingers burned fine bloodstains on Tang San's skin.

"You little bastard, still dare to talk back?" Dugu Bosen's cold breath hit Tang San's face, and killing intent surged in his turbid eyes. "You stole my immortal herb, and now you want to beg for mercy with lies?" His five fingers suddenly tightened, and Tang San's face instantly turned liver-colored, and his feet kicked futilely in the air.

"Senior...Senior..." Tang San managed to squeeze out a few words, his throat feeling like it was stuffed with red-hot coals, "I...I can help you detoxify..."

These words caused Dugu Bo to freeze in mid-air. The surging of the Azure Phosphorus Poison around him abruptly ceased, and his hawk-like gaze fixed intently on Tang San's swollen and deformed face. "What did you say?"

His voice was terrifyingly low, with a tremor he himself didn't even realize.

Tang San coughed violently, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto Dugu Bo's hand. He forced himself to endure the excruciating pain and said in a hoarse voice, "You...you're surrounded by poisonous gas, yet you can't control it freely. This is a sign of the poison backlash...I...I have a way..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dugu Bo grabbed his hair with his other hand and lifted his face up.

"How did you know I was poisoned?" Dugu Bo's pupils shrank to pinpoints as a murderous intent surged within him. "Who told you? Was it...?"

Tang San is unaware that Huo Yuhao had already cured Dugu Bo of the poison in his body.

Tang San's consciousness was already somewhat blurred, but he still forced himself to explain, "I... I judged it from my martial soul and aura... Blue Silver Grass can sense poison..."

"Nonsense!" Dugu Bo roared, slamming Tang San to the ground.

His leather shoes mercilessly crushed Tang San's fingers, and amidst the cracking sound of bones breaking, he grabbed the boy's collar and attacked him from both sides.

"Not telling the truth? I'll make you wish you were dead!" The sound of a slap mixed with a muffled groan echoed through the valley. Tang San's cheeks quickly swelled up like steamed buns, and blood gushed from his nose, blurring his vision.

"Ah!" Tang San screamed and curled up as he took another heavy kick to the abdomen.

Dugu Bo's attacks rained down, his shoe tips kicking Dugu Bo's ribs and back, each blow carrying the force to crush him.

"Speak quickly! Who told you I've been poisoned?"

"I don't know..." Tang San whimpered in agony, blood seeping from the torn wound at the corner of his mouth. "Really... I just..."

"Still dare to argue!" Dugu Bo completely lost his patience, his withered hand pinching Tang San's temple, the Azure Phosphorus Poison flowing into his meridians through his fingertips.

Tang San's body instantly curled up like a shrimp, and excruciating pain surged through his entire body like an electric current, every nerve screaming that it was about to explode.

"Speak! Or I'll crush your head right now!"

Tang San's consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse. Images of the Tang Clan's poison techniques from his previous life flashed before his eyes, along with the image of Dugu Bo suffering from the backlash of poison.

He wanted to explain that he knew this from a future memory, but his throat was so eroded by the toxin that he couldn't utter a complete syllable, and could only repeat intermittently, "I...I can cure...I can cure..."

"You're courting death!" Dugu Bo was completely enraged. He lifted Tang San above his head and slammed him heavily onto the rocks by the cold pool.

With a muffled thud, Tang San's forehead struck the sharp edge of the stone, and blood flowed down his cheek.

The old monster grabbed his legs again and held him upside down, immersing him in the edge of the scalding lava.

"Last chance!" The scorching heatwave burned Tang San's skin, and Dugu Bo's voice seemed to come from hell, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll throw you in and let the lava burn you to ashes!" Meanwhile, on the other side.

The autumn wind, carrying withered leaves, swept past the majestic vermilion gates of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy. More than a dozen young people dressed in pale yellow school uniforms leaned lazily against the gilded stone lions, the jade pendants at their waists, symbols of their noble status, jingling as they swung their legs.

The young man at the head of the group was none other than the Third Prince, Xue Beng. He was playing with a cufflink inlaid with emeralds, and the upturned corners of his eyes carried an innate arrogance.

"Stop! Where are you from?"

Avalanche casually raised his hand, blocking Shrek Academy's group as they walked towards the academy.

He squinted and looked the travel-worn group of people up and down: Flander's faded coarse cloth robe was patched, Zhao Wuji's sword at his waist was wrapped with faded strips of cloth, and the Shrek Seven Devils' clothes were covered with the dust of their journey.

Flander straightened his slightly disheveled collar and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant, "We are from Shrek Academy, and we have been invited by your esteemed institution to conduct exchanges. Please lead the way."

"You think you're good enough?" Xue Beng sneered, the jade ring reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight. "Which mountain ditch did you come from, beggars? You think you're worthy of entering the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy? I think you should just go back to the mud and dig for food."

His entourage erupted in laughter, their voices filled with contempt and mockery.

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting the anger of the Shrek members.

The air around Dai Mubai suddenly froze, his muscles tensed, and his oppressive aura was like dark clouds before a storm.

As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he had been accustomed to the arrogance of nobles since childhood, but such blatant insults, especially in front of his teachers, still enraged him.

"Can you say that again?"

Dai Mubai's voice was low and cold, each word sounding as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

His pupils began to contract, transforming into the vertical pupils unique to the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, and his soul power surged like a tide.

Before the avalanche could react, a white blur had already swept past.

Dai Mubai's speed was astonishing. Everyone only heard a muffled thud as Xue Beng crashed heavily onto the white marble steps three zhang away, like a kite with a broken string. His school uniform was torn open by sharp claws, revealing purplish-blue wounds, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Open the martial spirit!"

The avalanche's followers then realized what was happening and, in their panic, summoned their respective martial spirits.

However, when they saw the three spirit rings flashing on Dai Mubai's body—two yellow and one purple—many of them turned deathly pale. It's important to understand that most of these people were still in their twenties, facing a Soul Master in his thirties; the difference in strength was like an insurmountable chasm.

Dai Mubai wouldn't give the other party a chance to breathe.

He let out a low growl, and a white tiger protective barrier lit up around him, its sharp claws gleaming coldly. His figure moved like a ghost through the crowd, each claw strike leaving a trail of blood.

Screams rose and fell, and those pampered noble children were now like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to fight back.

Avalanche struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with terror and rage: "How dare you hit a prince! Do you know the consequences?"

"as a result of?"

Dai Mubai sneered and flashed to Xue Beng's side. He grabbed Xue Beng by the collar and lifted him up to eye level: "In front of me, you are nothing."

Before he could finish speaking, a heavy punch slammed into Avalanche's abdomen.

The avalanche suddenly bent into the shape of a shrimp, and stomach acid mixed with fresh blood gushed out of its mouth.

Dai Mubai did not stop. He slammed Xue Beng heavily to the ground, then used his knee to pin the other man's back, his claws pressing against the back of his neck.

"Remember, not all nobles are as useless as you."

With that, he exerted all his strength and pressed Xue Beng's face into the rubble on the ground.

Blood mixed with mud left hideous wounds on Avalanche's face.

Flander frowned, not because Dai Mubai had made a move, but because the scene before him was truly astonishing. These students, touted as the future pillars of the Heaven Dou Empire, were so utterly vulnerable to attack.

Some fled in panic, some hid behind stone pillars trembling, and some even began to cry and beg for mercy, showing no trace of their former status as Soul Masters.

"That's enough, Mu Bai," Flander interrupted. "If this continues, someone will really die."

Dai Mubai then released his grip, and Xue Beng scrambled to his feet, his face filled with humiliation and fear: "You wait! This is a provocation against the Empire! I will make you pay the price!"

Flander snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain: "You've certainly put a lot of pressure on me, but unfortunately your strength doesn't match your arrogance. Go and call your academy's teachers out."

He turned to look at Zhao Wuji and said with a wry smile, "These are the elites of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy? I'm starting to doubt whether this decision was right."

Looking at the groaning noblemen on the ground, Zhao Wuji shook his head helplessly: "The Royal Fighting Team that we fought last time wasn't like this. It seems that even the most glamorous places have rotten apples."

The area in front of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy was still in a mess. Grandmaster suddenly pushed through the crowd and walked to Flander's side, his brows furrowed in a deep knot: "That mistress has been gone for so long, and we haven't even heard from her."

Flanders patted his old friend on the shoulder, trying to ease the tense atmosphere:

"Don't scare yourself. It would be difficult for any Soul Master below level 60 to hurt him. Maybe he encountered something rare in the city and forgot the time."

Meanwhile, inside the Yin-Yang Well, Tang San's cloak was tattered and corroded by the poisonous mist, and his face was so swollen that his features were almost unrecognizable.

He knelt on one knee on the scorching lava rock, his left hand protecting his right hand, which was being trampled and deformed, a broken groan escaping his throat. Dugu Bo's leather shoes slammed heavily into his back, the violet-purple poison seeping into his skin through the seams of his clothes, burning out fine blisters.

"Still being stubborn?" Dugu Bo grabbed his hair and yanked him back violently. "Tell me! Who told you I was poisoned?"

Tang San's vision blurred, and amidst the excruciating pain, he suddenly remembered his father Tang Hao's formidable reputation. Gathering his last ounce of strength, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "I... my father is Tang Hao... you killed me... he won't let you get away with this..."

These words caused Dugu Bo to abruptly stop in his tracks.

He squinted, staring at Tang San's blood-stained face, the name that had once struck fear into the hearts of the Spirit Hall flashing through his mind.

"Are you Tang Hao's son?"

(End of this chapter)