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

Chapter 72 The Master Was Beaten into a Pig's Head

Led by the waiter, the master walked downstairs with steady steps. He had a calm expression and a firm gaze, and was not affected at all.

When he stepped into the hotel lobby, he immediately spotted Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji standing in the center. He was slightly startled, having expected Flanders to arrive, but unexpectedly, it was Zhao Wuji. However, this did not shake his confidence in the slightest. He continued to stride forward with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

The master walked up to the two of them, his eyes swept over Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji, and then he asked fearlessly, "Where is your dean, Flanders? Why are you here?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an innate majesty, and it was clearly heard by everyone in the noisy hall.

Hearing the voice, Zhao Wuji turned around and was slightly stunned when he saw the master. He first looked the master up and down with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Before he could speak, Dai Mubai hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhao, it wasn't him who hit me, it was his disciple."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's originally doubtful eyes instantly turned fierce. He snorted coldly and said, "Alright, since my apprentice hit my student, I'll beat him, the teacher, first."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and the soul power in his body began to surge slowly. The air around him became oppressive. His burly body leaned forward slightly, like a beast ready to pounce on the master at any time.

Seeing Zhao Wuji's oppressive hands gradually clenched, and the soul power around him became more and more turbulent, it was obvious that he was determined to attack him. The master's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the calmness on his face instantly collapsed, replaced by a trace of panic that was difficult to conceal.

He involuntarily took a small step back, his voice trembling as he said, "Wait! I'm a close friend of your dean, Flanders. If you dare to attack me, I'll never forgive you when Flanders comes back!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji was stunned at first, then he threw his head back and burst into laughter, his laughter so loud that the chandelier in the lobby shook slightly.

"Hahahaha, you said you were the dean's friend? I've been at Shrek Academy for over ten years, how come I've never seen you before? You still call me friend? I think you're just a charlatan. Today I'm going to beat you into a pig's head and see if you dare to pretend to be the dean's friend again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his right foot on the ground, and his already burly body seemed to swell a little more in an instant. The whole person rushed towards the master like a moving mountain.

Seeing this, the master was horrified. In his panic, he had no time to think and subconsciously used all his soul power to its full potential.

In an instant, his martial soul Luo Sanpao was released.

A flash of light appeared, and a small animal resembling a pig and a dog appeared beside the Master. At the same time, two bright yellow spirit rings swirled up from under the Master's feet, illuminating his slightly frightened face.

However, the master's martial spirit had just appeared, and before he could react, Zhao Wuji had already rushed in front of him.

Zhao Wuji's strong right hand was like a huge pair of pliers, grabbing the master's collar from behind. With a little force, the master's relatively thin body was easily swung up and dangling in the air.

The master's feet left the ground, his hands waving wildly in the air, trying to grab something to steady himself, and he kept shouting, "You're crazy! Let me go!"

Zhao Wuji grabbed the master by the back of his collar and hung him in the air like a chicken, with the mocking sneer on his face becoming more and more obvious.

Then, he raised his palm-leaf fan-sized hand high, drew a sharp arc in the air, and with a slap, slapped the master's face heavily.

The slap was so powerful that the master's head was instantly tilted to one side. A red palm print instantly appeared on his face, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"what!"

The master let out a shrill scream, and the entire hotel lobby echoed with his painful voice. Before he could recover, Zhao Wuji's second slap came like a storm.

"Snapped!"

The slap caused the master's body to shake violently in the air. His eyes were filled with fear and pain, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Please, stop fighting!"

The master cried out for mercy, his voice filled with despair.

But Zhao Wuji seemed to be blinded by anger and had no intention of stopping.

He continued to wave his powerful big hand, slapping the master in the face again and again. With each slap, the master's face swelled up a little more, and his originally regular facial features gradually became distorted. It was really as he said before, he was beaten into a pig's head.

"I told you to pretend to be the dean's friend and to instigate my apprentice to beat up my students!"

Zhao Wuji roared as he fought.

The master had no power to resist in his hands and could only beg for mercy, his body struggling helplessly in mid-air.

Everyone else in the hotel lobby was stunned by this scene. Some covered their eyes and dared not look, while others looked terrified and dared not even breathe.

Dai Mubai stood aside, watching the master being beaten, with a look of relief on his face, as if he was taking revenge for the humiliation Tang San had brought upon him before.

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Wuji finally had enough. He was panting, his forehead covered with sweat, his chest heaving violently. He glared fiercely at the master who was beaten beyond recognition, then turned to Dai Mubai and said in a commanding tone:

"Xiaobai, keep going. If this old man's apprentice dares to touch you, his master won't have an easy time either. After we finish dealing with him, we'll go upstairs and find his two ignorant apprentices."

As Zhao Wuji spoke, he tossed the master aside like trash. The master's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud. Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with excitement and a sense of revenge when he heard Zhao Wuji's words.

He licked his lips, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he walked step by step towards the master lying on the ground.

At this time, the master's face was swollen and his facial features were almost invisible. He kept groaning in pain and his body was still twitching slightly.

Dai Mubai walked to the master's side, squatted down, pinched the master's chin with his hand, lifted his head abruptly, and sneered:

"Old man, isn't your disciple very powerful? Now you know how powerful I am."

After saying that, Dai Mubai suddenly swung a punch, hitting the master's stomach hard.

The master suddenly hunched over, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing onto Dai Mubai's hand.

Dai Mubai didn't care at all. He stood up, raised his foot, and kicked the master's body hard. With every kick, the master's body rolled on the ground with the impact.

The master was so weak that he could barely utter a single sound, only letting out a few faint sobs, and his pleas for mercy became intermittent. The atmosphere in the hotel lobby was extremely oppressive, and everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

At this moment, Tang San and Xiao Wu sat opposite each other in the room, closing their eyes and cultivating their soul power.

In the quiet atmosphere, a subtle but strange sound, like a discordant note, quietly entered their ears.

Tang San opened his eyes first, a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes. He frowned slightly and listened carefully. Xiao Wu also opened her eyes, her face full of confusion.

"Third brother, did you hear that? It sounds like someone is calling for help." Xiao Wu said softly, with a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

She stood up and slowly approached the door, trying to catch the source of the sound.

"Why does this voice sound familiar?"

Xiao Wu suddenly slapped her head, as if she remembered something, and the confusion on her face became even stronger.

"Third brother, why has the master not come up for so long? He said he was going to beat up the dean of Shrek Academy. I seemed to hear someone calling for help just now. Could it be that the master is beating up the dean of Shrek Academy and the dean is calling for help?" Xiao Wu asked doubtfully.

"This sound... seems to be a little wrong."

Memories of the past surged in Tang San's mind like a tide.

He was very clear about the strength of Shrek Academy's Dean Flanders. How could the master be Flanders's opponent? The master had been out for so long and hadn't returned. Obviously, something had happened.

After realizing that something was wrong with his master, Tang San stood up without hesitation and rushed towards the door like a black lightning.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu didn't dare to delay even a moment and followed him closely. The two of them flashed across the room, bringing with them a breeze that rustled the papers on the table.

They walked quickly down the stairs, their footsteps quick and heavy.

Just when they were halfway up the stairs, a fat middle-aged man suddenly rushed out from the corner.

The man was bloated, his clothes were tattered and stained with blood. His clothes were stretched so tight that they seemed about to burst at any moment. His face was covered in tears, and he rushed towards Tang San sobbing, shouting loudly:

"Xiao San, you are finally here, you must avenge me!

Tang San was startled by this sudden situation. He subconsciously took a step back, his eyes full of vigilance. Before the man could get close, Tang San reached out his hand, pushed him away, and asked sternly: "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

The fat on the face of the seemingly obese man trembled even more violently when he heard Tang San's doubts. He was extremely anxious and quickly stretched out his short, thick fingers, pointing at his swollen face. His voice was filled with tears and he said anxiously:
"Xiao San, I'm Yu Xiaogang, your teacher! Why don't you recognize me?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer, his eyes wide and full of anxiety to be recognized.

Upon hearing this, the doubt on Tang San's face not only did not decrease, but became even more intense. He frowned tightly and looked up and down at the man in front of him who claimed to be a master, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"My teacher? My teacher is not as fat as you." Tang San's voice was still cold, with a hint of unquestionable certainty.

In his memory, the master was thin and elegant, but the bloated and obese man in front of him was very different from the impression he had of his teacher.

When the master heard Tang San's words, he felt a surge of blood rushing to his head and almost fainted. He shook his body and finally managed to steady himself, his eyes full of helplessness and grievance.

"My face is swollen from being beaten!"

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