Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 114 The Carefree Fire Dance

In the backstage medical room, the treatment had just ended.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, his face ashen.

The medical soul master said in a heavy tone, "Master Yu, I'm sorry, Huo Wu's flames are too domineering. Half of Tang San's lower abdominal organs have been burned and necrotic. We have no choice but to remove them, otherwise it will cause illness."

"What?" Yu Xiaogang swayed and almost fell over.

Looking at Tang San's pale face, he felt both heartache and anger at his lack of ambition.

Tang San, still unconscious, had a furrowed brow, as if he were still enduring the pain of being burned alive.

He had no idea that this arrogant defeat would not only make him famous in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, but also bring him eternal infamy.

The part he lost will become an indelible scar in his heart.

Outside the arena, as the sun set, the Shrek team members, dragging their battered and bruised bodies, silently headed towards their accommodations.

This victory brought no joy, only a heavy sense of oppression.

The medical hall in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City was filled with the aroma of medicine.

Tang San lay on the soft hospital bed, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. After being unconscious for a whole day, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

"You're awake, mistress?"

Meng Yiran, who was guarding the bedside, had dark circles under her eyes, and her originally delicate face showed obvious signs of haggardness.

In Meng Yiran's heart, Tang San, though not as good as Xuan Ye, was indeed the boyfriend she had personally acknowledged.

Seeing that the other person was so badly injured, even if the other person had done such a shameful thing, she would not abandon him in his most difficult time.

"How are you feeling? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Tang San's consciousness was still somewhat hazy, and waves of burning pain washed over his entire body, especially in the empty area of ​​his lower abdomen, where a strange numbness and stinging sensation came from.

He turned his neck with difficulty, looked into Meng Yiran's bloodshot eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Yiran, what... what's wrong with me?"

She bit her lip and said softly, "The medical soul master said that Huo Wu's flames are too domineering, and part of your body... has become necrotic and can only be removed."

"A portion?"

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked down at his lower abdomen. When the area wrapped in thick bandages and clearly sunken came into view, fragmented memories instantly flooded back.

The excruciating pain of being burned alive, the scorn of the audience, and the cold scalpel of the medical soul master.

"mine....

'

Tang San's voice trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He suddenly raised his hand to try to pull back the covers, but Meng Yiran held him down firmly.

"Don't move! The healing-type Soul Master said you can't move around yet," Meng Yiran said urgently.

But those words completely shattered Tang San's mental defenses.

He was a dignified successor of the Tang Clan, the future heir to the God King, yet he lost the most important part of his manhood in a competition, all because of his own arrogance and hubris.

Overwhelmed by immense humiliation and despair, Tang San suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft," staining the white sheets in front of him red.

"Xiao San, what's wrong with you?" Meng Yiran exclaimed in surprise, quickly pressing the call button by the bedside. "Don't get agitated! The medical soul master said that as long as you rest properly, you'll get better..."

"It'll get better?" Tang San gave a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with self-mockery. "I've become a crippled person, how can I be worthy of you? How can I face our teachers and brothers?"

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and Ye Xuan, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and others walked in.

Seeing Tang San coughing up blood on the hospital bed and Meng Yiran with tears streaming down her face, everyone's expression darkened.

"Little San, don't overthink it." Dai Mubai stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "That match wasn't your fault. The Blazing Fire Academy's flames did exceed expectations. And we won, Xuan Ye, he..."

"Xuan Ye won?" Tang San looked at Ye Xuan suddenly, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

He naturally knew that Xuan Ye was powerful, but when he heard that the other side had led his team to a pyrrhic victory, a sense of defeat surged in his heart like a tidal wave.

If he hadn't been so greedy and reckless, taking the hit of Huo Wu's fourth soul skill head-on, the team wouldn't have paid such a heavy price, and Xuan Ye wouldn't have had to fight while injured.

"It's the result of everyone's hard work," Ye Xuan said calmly, without any hint of taking credit.

He could see the guilt and inferiority in Tang San's heart, so he didn't mention the details of the competition. He simply handed over a porcelain bottle and said, "Here, this is for reducing inflammation and pain. It will help with your recovery. Take it first."

Tang San looked at the porcelain bottle Ye Xuan handed him, and then at the bandage wrapped around his arm.

That was to protect his teammates, he bravely endured the wounds left by Mai Shiranui's attack.

A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and the barrier created by his previous frustration instantly vanished. He took the porcelain bottle and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"We're all brothers, no need to be so polite." Oscar patted Tang San on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Once you're better, we'll fight side by side again! Besides, with such a wonderful girl like Meng Yiran by your side, you'd better get better quickly and not keep her worrying."

Meng Yiran's expression became somewhat unnatural, but she still nodded: "I will stay with you until you recover."

Looking into Meng Yiran's sincere eyes, Tang San felt a mix of emotions, including guilt, gratitude, and relief.

He nodded solemnly.

Over the next two days, Meng Yiran frequently visited Tang San's ward to bring him food.

Tang San's emotions gradually calmed down, and he began to rest and recuperate. However, when he occasionally looked at his lower abdomen, a shadow would still flash in his eyes.

Ye Xuan took advantage of the postponement of the competition to "recover and heal" in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

He was dressed in a light blue outfit, his tall and handsome face attracting the attention of many passersby.

His arm injury has mostly healed, but he still needs to avoid strenuous exercise.

That evening, Ye Xuan strolled along the commercial street of the imperial city.

Just as he was about to turn around and return to the accommodation area, a pretty figure suddenly blocked his way.

"Xuan Ye!" Huo Wu was wearing a fiery red dress, with a white bandage wrapped around her wrist, the mark of the punch Ye Xuan had given her last time.

She wore a bright smile, showing no sign of defeat, and instead looked at Ye Xuan with burning eyes.

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "Captain Huowu, what are you doing here?"

"Of course I came here specifically to see you."

Huo Wu approached without any hesitation, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafted over.

She looked Ye Xuan up and down, her eyes full of admiration.

"You were really amazing in that match. Even though your soul power level was about the same as mine, you were able to withstand my flames and still beat me. I really admire that kind of fierce and domineering power."

Her tone was bold and direct, without the slightest hint of girlish shyness.