Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 175 Tang San bangs his head on the ground
"Sharp-tongued, that little rabbit used its charm soul skill to attack an opponent whose spiritual power level far exceeded its own, and then it walked right into the knife rack and even blamed the knife itself."

Not to mention Yu Xiaogang, who was stating the facts and calling it an insult.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. Those who cannot distinguish right from wrong may appear pure and innocent, but are actually narrow-minded and prejudiced.

"That person really has a good son, just like him, so much so."

Dugu Bo spoke without any mercy, his voice loud, as if he were deliberately speaking to Tang Hao, who was secretly watching them.

After saying that, he released his pressure on Tang San. So what if he bullied your son? He still doesn't dare to come out.

I may not be as strong as you, but you can't kill me instantly. A fight to the death is not what you, a stray dog, want to see right now. From now on, I'll bully your son every time I see him.

Flander and Liu Erlong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the other party withdrew the pressure. Otherwise, if they had continued to endure it, Tang San might have suffered irreversible damage.

The two quickly stepped forward, shielding Tang San behind them, and warily watching Dugu Bo, fearing that he might cause trouble again.

Tang San struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Ling Qianyao with resentment. "Ling Qianyao, you only managed to undergo some transformation of your martial soul by taking advantage of the immortal herb."

It's just that their own soul power level and soul skills happen to counter our martial soul characteristics.

Aside from those foreign things, you are nothing in yourself. If I were to challenge you to a contest of pure martial arts skills, would you dare?!

Ning Rongrong rubbed her slightly sore abdomen and scoffed, "It seems that Ling Qianyao used a self-created soul skill just now. I wonder whose teacher is always coming to me asking for methods to control distractions, and they're unwilling to offer anything good in exchange."

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened. Tang San turned to look at him, only to see that the other man's face was ashen.

So what? How can they be the same?

The teacher humbled himself to seek the method of distraction control so that he could better teach his students. This was clearly a far-sighted and selfless act!
"Enough with the nonsense, Ling Qianyao. Do you dare to accept the challenge? Are you afraid of me and just hiding behind others to bully me?"

"Oscar, throw a few sausages into his mouth."

"Huh? Oh, oh." Oscar was taken aback. After searching for the source of the voice for a while, he realized that it was Ling Qianyao speaking to him. Looking into the other's eyes, he shivered and subconsciously made a few recovery sausages, which he then tossed to Tang San.

After realizing what had happened, even he felt ashamed that he had acted on what the other person said.

"Lingling, treat him."

"No need!" Tang San refused coldly, sat cross-legged, chewed the recovery sausage with big bites, and said through gritted teeth, "Ling Qianyao, don't think that this little favor will make me grateful to you. I, Tang San, will not accept charity."

“Heh,” Ling Qianyao shook his head, “Ah San, you’re just like Yu Xiaogang, all you have left is your stubbornness.”

Tang San stood up, his eyes turning purple, and his hands transformed into jade shapes. "Then let's give it a try."

Ling Qianyao remained silent, but slowly walked towards him step by step.

Seeing this, Tang San's anger intensified. Did Ling Qianyao look down on him? His defenses were wide open, full of flaws. How confident was he to dare to be so contemptuous of him?

You have to understand, this is not just about simple fist and foot skills. He has Tang Clan's unique techniques, Ghost Shadow Steps, Jade Hand, Purple Demon Eye, and many other methods. What makes him so arrogant!
"hateful."

His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding together, his eyes blazing with purple light, and he used the Ghost Shadow Step to its fullest extent as he charged toward Ling Qianyao, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Ling Qianyao and struck Ling Qianyao's Tanzhong acupoint with his Xuan Yu hand, the palm wind whistling.

"Eyes, footwork, jade-like arms, a unique way of circulating soul power—this is my disciple's self-created soul skill. In terms of fists and feet alone, Ling Qianyao is simply..." His words abruptly stopped.

As if he had anticipated this, just as Tang San's Xuan Yu hand was about to touch his Tanzhong acupoint, he flashed like a ghost and avoided the fatal blow by brushing against Tang San's palm wind.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbed Tang San's wrist with his backhand, and twisted it forcefully.

"what!"

Tang San felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it were about to be broken.

He was shocked and reacted quickly, turning his body and turning his other hand into a fist, which, carrying immense soul power, blasted towards Ling Qianyao's temple.

However, before his fist could even reach the target, Ling Qianyao had already seized the opportunity. His left hand transformed into a claw, precisely grabbing Tang San's arm as he threw his punch. Using the force, he flung Tang San to the side.

Tang San tumbled several times in the air before finally regaining his balance. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Ling Qianyao appeared before him.

"Too weak, a useless martial spirit, a useless soul master, and the ones he teaches are also useless."

Tang San's pupils contracted, and he retreated using the Ghost Shadow Steps. However, every time he dodged, Ling Qianyao followed closely, the overwhelming sense of oppression making it almost impossible for him to breathe. It was as if the ever-changing Ghost Shadow Steps had been seen through; every movement and every turn was anticipated by Ling Qianyao.

Tang San was horrified.

How could this be? My Tang Sect's techniques are unparalleled. In the more than ten years I've spent in Douluo Continent, I've deeply realized the absolute advantage of the Tang Sect's techniques here.

Unless the opponent's realm is two or three major realms higher than his, it's impossible to see through his footwork! What's wrong with Ling Qianyao!

A radiant light flashed behind Tang San, indicating that he was about to use the Eight Spider Lances.

"Humph."

How could Ling Qianyao give him that chance? Even without using soul skills and soul bones, the amplification he received from the reshaping of his star caves would still exist.

In terms of physical strength alone, some low-level Soul Saints might not even be as strong as Ling Qianyao at this moment.

Without any unnecessary movements, he simply threw a punch, which landed directly on Tang San's abdomen.

Faced with the time-gap prediction of the Heavenly Pivot Divine Eye, opponents of the same level have absolutely no chance of resistance.

"puff--"

Tang San didn't even have time to react before Ling Qianyao punched him away.

While he was still gliding in the air, Ling Qianyao had already appeared above Tang San, stepped on Tang San's back, and slammed him hard to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Tang San's head with one hand and slammed it hard against the ground.

"boom!"

A tremendous roar resounded as Tang San's head violently collided with the ground. Blood gushed from his forehead, staining the ground red, and the hearts of everyone present trembled in unison.

Tang San fainted immediately.

"Ah, Third Brother!"

Xiao Wu's shrill scream shattered the suffocating silence as she rushed towards Tang San without hesitation. The Shrek Academy members also quickly arrived at Tang San's side.

Xiao Wu checked his breathing and felt a little relieved. Thank goodness, he wasn't dead and could still be used.

"Ling Qianyao, I'm not done with you yet!" Xiao Wu shouted angrily while hugging Tang San.

"How could this be? The difference is so huge." Yu Xiaogang stood still, his eyes unfocused. His prized disciple, who could clearly rival any Soul Master of the same level with his self-created Soul Skills, was completely helpless against Ling Qianyao.

The last shred of pride and confidence was shattered at this moment.

Ling Qianyao walked away slowly, looked at Yu Tianheng who had also run over, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Yu Tianheng trembled all over, so shocked that he stopped in his tracks and dared not move.

"Tianheng, take care, and don't regret your decision."

"Gulp." It wasn't until Ling Qianyao had walked quite a distance that he came back to his senses and looked in the direction where the Royal Fighting Team had left. A sense of regret inexplicably arose in his heart.

Tiandou Royal Academy.

After telling Ling Qianyao about Tang Hao, Dugu Bo left.

A flash of blue light appeared in Ling Qianyao's arms, and Ah Yin's figure appeared beside him. Her eyes were very complicated. She was already able to use the Blue Silver Domain to receive the memories of the Blue Silver Grass.

She was fully aware of what had just happened. When Dugu Bo said that Tang Hao had personally admitted to keeping that 100,000-year-old soul beast, the last trace of affection she had for Tang Hao vanished.

Tang San's many abnormal self-created soul skills and his extremely hypocritical and sneaky behavior caused her even more heartache.

"He is definitely not my son. The Blue Silver Clan is inherently kind; how could such a soul be born?"

She pursed her lips and said to Ling Qianyao, "Qianyao, take me somewhere."

(End of this chapter)