Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 323, Section 342: Ah San, why don't you just bear with it?
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to call out to Bibi Dong, he suddenly felt a murderous intent directed at him, as if he would be beheaded the moment he spoke.

Yu Xiaogang swallowed hard. He was willing to gamble on his position in Bibi Dong's heart, but if the price was his own life, then... I'm sorry, little mistress, I can only ask you to put up with this for now. It's not that your master doesn't want to help you!
Now it was Tang San's turn to be anxious. He looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting to the side with his head down like a partridge, and then at Bibi Dong on the stage, who didn't even glance at Yu Xiaogang. He was dumbfounded.

Gangzi, why did I become your disciple? Was it because of your nonsensical theories, your laughable pig-like martial soul, or your ever-unbearable level 29 soul power? None of those. What I saw was your status as Bibi Dong's old flame, understand? You're just a chamber pot. Now that your Uncle Tang needs it, why the hell are you no longer effective?

"You savage orc, you seem to have no idea what rules are. Let me, Yue Guan, teach you what rules are." Yue Guan raised his hand and exerted force suddenly.

In an instant, Tang San felt a soul force as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down on him, and he was forced to his knees without any reaction.

At this moment, Tang San knelt on both knees, his two excessively long arms pressed against the ground to support his body. From a distance, he looked like a silverback gorilla.

Our proud, stubborn boy—oops, orc—finally had his knees slammed to the ground by gravity this time.

At this moment, Tang San lowered his head, his eyes were red, he was panting heavily, and his dark body was trembling violently.

Damn it, Chrysanthemum Douluo, you damned ant! In my past life, I addressed you respectfully as "Senior," allowing you to die with dignity and grace. Is this how you treat me, Tang San? You've already chosen your own path to death. Just wait! When I deal with you in the future, I won't let you die so easily. I'll make you suffer humiliating torment before sending you to hell. And Gangzi, you incompetent Feiwu! You can't even be a proper chamber pot!

"You've got guts, huh? Well then—" Chrysanthemum Douluo instantly raised his soul power suppression level to the Soul Saint level.

Tang San had originally planned to summon the Clear Sky Hammer to withstand the attack, but this time he didn't even have a chance to activate his martial soul. He was directly pressed to the ground, his hands, knees, and head hitting the marble slab.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't bear to see this scene. He turned his short hair aside and said in a low voice, "Xiao San, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's just that the Spirit Hall tells you to kneel down, so just kneel down. It's not like they're going to make you lose two ounces of flesh. Why are you being so stubborn? Forget it, this is a trial you have to go through to grow. Why don't you just bear with it for now?"

"Spirit Hall, how dare you!" From afar, Tang Hao saw this scene and immediately stood up, his eyes red and panting heavily. He was about to summon the Clear Sky Hammer to rescue his son, but just as he was about to use the Clear Sky Hammer, he suddenly realized that he no longer had the Asura God backing him up.

My current strength is indeed quite good, but when facing the Spirit Hall, which is full of powerful figures, the only option left is to take Tang San and fly away.

Ah Yin's soul bone and her life seed are still in the hands of the Spirit Hall, so he can't act rashly.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao immediately held back. He turned his head away from Tang San and said with a guilty tone, "Little San, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that you can't miss this Soul Master Competition. If I help you, then Ah Yin's soul bone will never be recovered. This is all for your future. Don't worry, you are the boy chosen by the God of Asura. This is a trial given to you by the God of Asura. You will definitely be alright. Just bear with it for now."

Yue Guan looked at Tang San, who was prostrate on the ground like a dead dog, and snorted coldly, saying, "I told you to shout 'Long live the Pope' three times and bow to His Holiness the Pope, but you refused. So don't blame me. First, kowtow three times to me in this noble Papal Palace square."

As he spoke, Yue Guan raised his head, lifting Tang San's head high with invisible soul power. Then, Yue Guan swung his hand down, and with a thud, Tang San's head slammed heavily onto the marble slab, creating fine spiderweb-like cracks. Then, he raised his head, kowtowed, raised his head, kowtowed—repeatedly three times. After Tang San's head slammed three times on the floor, he was pressed down there like a dead dog.

Bibi Dong looked at everyone around her and said, "Except for that orc, everyone else may dispense with formalities."

Everyone on the scene stood up, leaving only Tang San pinned to the floor like a dead dog.

Humiliation. At this moment, Tang San felt extremely humiliated, but the sound of Xiao Wu's voice in his ear diluted part of the humiliation in his heart.

Xiao Wu said in a gentle and concerned tone, "Ah San, are you alright?"

"No, it's alright, Little Wu." Tang San's head was pressed firmly to the ground, blood flowing out, and he struggled to move his lips to speak to Little Wu.

"Actually, you don't have to do this, A-San-GieGie. There's nothing I can do, you just have to bear with it for now," Xiao Wu said helplessly.

“Yes, Ah San, the Spirit Hall has this rule, why do you have to argue with it? Look at you now, sigh~” Dai Mubai said with a sigh of disappointment, “You can only bear with it for now.”

“Ah San, it’s not that we don’t want to help you, it’s just that we have no other choice. Why don’t you just bear with it for now?” Ma Hongjun said.

“Ah San, why don’t you understand the principle that rigidity leads to breakage? You have to be more flexible and adaptable. You didn’t want to kneel before the Pope, but you still did. Sigh…” Oscar sighed and said, “There’s nothing I can do. Just bear with it for now.”

"Young Master, seeing you in so much pain is agonizing to me. I wish I could take all the suffering upon myself for you." Tyrone clutched his chest and said, "But there's nothing I can do. Why don't you bear with it for now?"

Hearing the comforting words behind him, Tang San's eyes reddened, and he gasped for breath, gritting his teeth as he said, "Fine, I'll endure it, I'll endure it!" Originally, in Tang San's mind, the list of those who chose death included Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, Er Ming, Dai Mubai, Davis, and others, while the Spirit Hall was ranked very low. But at this moment, in this instant, the Spirit Hall's ranking in Tang San's mind soared to first place.

In the distance, Tang Hao couldn't help but clench his fists tightly as he looked at Tang San, who was being forced to kneel on the ground. In the end, he let go and said, "Little San, remember this humiliation. When you have the strength in the future, take revenge on the Spirit Hall."

On the other side, Yu Xiaogang also said shamelessly in a low voice, "Little San, may this moment of humiliation become your motivation, and strive to become an unparalleled expert, so that your master can follow you to make a name for yourself."

(End of this chapter)