Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Under Ye Qiu's unwavering gaze, Xiao Wu nodded somewhat dejectedly.

I should have slept in a little longer this morning. What's the harm in going through the pain again?

Thinking of these things, her face flushed, and she hugged Ye Qiu's arm tightly.

"Then, let's hurry and go buy things, so we don't delay..."

"Okay! I'll buy you some of your favorite foods!"

Ye Qiu chuckled, put his arm around her waist, and continued to wander the streets.

If these three level 96 titled Douluo were to engage in battle...

The level of danger was unimaginable.

Even the aftershocks of the battlefield would likely leave Ye Qiu with patches of skin all over his body.

Ye Qiu dared not cause any trouble with Xiao Wu.

Moreover, she is still somewhat immobile and needs his help to walk.

……

Soto, to the south.

Shrek Academy, bathed in bright sunshine.

Oscar was taking care of Tang San, who was still unconscious, in the dormitory.

Although Dai Mubai had regained consciousness, he was still weak and was leaning against the bed contemplating life.

His facial expressions kept changing.

He was not wearing any clothes, and his entire right hand was wrapped in bandages, with traces of bright red blood seeping out.

From the grove where Zhao Wuji was being hammered, screams of agony rang out once more.

However, this time the screams were much hoarser and more suppressed than the last one.

The man, as sturdy as a city wall, stood bowing to one side.

Watching his friend being ravaged.

Seeing that the other party had stopped.

Still bruised and battered, Zhao Wuji immediately stepped forward and helped Flander up.

At this point, Flander was not in good condition; his black-rimmed glasses, which he always wore, had been smashed.

Apart from that, there weren't many wounds on his face.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Beneath the clothes covering his body were patches of bruises, purple spots, and black marks.

The internal organs also suffered some damage.

Standing before the two of them was none other than Haotian Douluo—Tang Hao!

Nine soul rings floated beneath his feet, rising and falling.

He held a jar of cheap beer in one hand and a Haotian hammer about the size of Flander's face in the other.

He reeked of sour and alcoholic odors, his hair was a mess, and his beard was unkempt.

His clothes were tattered and covered in clumps of mud, indicating they hadn't been washed in a long time.

His eyes were cloudy and yellowish, and his voice was deep.

"Flander, this is your punishment for failing to protect your students! I'm only giving you some face because you're the head of the college!"

"Flanders thanks Your Majesty for showing mercy!" Flanders pushed away Zhao Wuji, who was supporting him, and bowed to Tang Hao, his body swaying slightly.

His long, disheveled hair obscured his face, making it impossible to see his features.

"Alright, now you can tell me why the mistress fainted!"

Tang Hao didn't care about these things; in his eyes, these people were just bigger grasshoppers.

He doesn't have a good temper either, and I've only been gone for one night.

When he returned, he only saw Tang San lying on the bed, unconscious and unable to take care of himself!

This is the anger of a father!

"Your Majesty, according to the fellow students, Tang San was defeated by a young man named Ye Qiu, which should be a kind of mental attack soul skill..."

"..."

Flander lowered his head and truthfully recounted Oscar's account of the situation to him.

"A peer? Ye Qiu...? Suspected to be from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

As his imposing aura dissipated, Tang Hao frowned and put away the large hammer in his hand.

"Since it was done by someone of the same generation, then let it go..."

After saying that, he gulped down several mouthfuls of liquor.

Tons, tons, tons!

"Uh..." He let out a burp, shook the bottle in his hand, but made no sound.

His brows furrowed even deeper.

Bang! Frustrated, he threw the jar in his hand to the ground.

Patiently, they continued to inquire about Tang San's situation.

"How is the mistress doing now?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Tang San is fine. He's just suffered from excessive mental exhaustion. He'll be alright after a few days of rest!"

"Hmm!" Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction upon hearing Flander's reply.

"what?"

Just as they were about to inquire about the whereabouts of the little girl who had transformed from a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

But then he suddenly let out a soft exclamation.

Tang Hao turned around and glanced in the direction behind him.

He actually had a feeling of being watched.

"Your Majesty?"

Flanders slightly lifted his eyelids and looked at him strangely.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now! You all remember this... Xiao San, he's my son, Tang Hao's son!"

"Take care of yourself!"

call out!

Tang Hao's figure vanished instantly, soaring into the sky.

The only words left behind were "Take care of yourself," which echoed in the ears of Flanders and Zao Wou-Ki.

"Pah! What kind of bullshit Haotian Douluo is he! Is he Tang San's father or one of us? This son of a bitch...!"

Zhao Wuji spat fiercely in the direction Tang Hao had left.

"You cowardly bully, you didn't utter a single word when you heard about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Hiss!"

If I speak a little louder, a sharp pain will strike my mouth and face.

This time, Flander did not stop him from hurling insults at Tang Hao.

"Heh... This is the world of Soul Masters... the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest! Before I even asked why, they'd already given me a beating!"

Flander straightened his back with difficulty, took off the glasses still hanging on his face, and slowly shook off the remaining shards of glass.

The shrewd man no longer wore his cunning smile; instead, his face was full of bitterness, making his already unattractive long face even more unsightly.

"Let's go!"

With a sigh, he placed his hand on Zhao Wuji's shoulder, and together they left this place of sorrow.

……

Hundreds of meters away.

Ye Qiu was dressed in a black robe and wore a swirling mask on his face.

He is using the Sharingan's X-ray vision to spy on Tang Hao.

"Damn! That's fast..."

Ye Qiu was startled as he watched Tang Hao disappear from his sight.

He immediately picked up a small flowerpot from his arms, took off running, and ran towards the desolate wilderness.

He was certain that Tang Hao had already detected his location and was approaching him.

However, he was not too flustered.

This situation actually saved him a lot of trouble.