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

Chapter 138 Blackened Prison 3

The scene on the street just now—the mockery, the insults, the pointing fingers—rushed back into his mind like a tidal wave.

How could he explain? Explain that he possessed the memories of becoming a god, and that Xiao Wu was supposed to be his wife?

He explained that he didn't mean to expose Xiao Wu's identity, but it was just a momentary impulse.

These words, if spoken aloud, would only be dismissed as the ramblings of a madman, and would only make people despise him even more.

Tang San shut his mouth, silently walked to his seat and sat down, burying his head even lower, not daring to look into anyone's eyes.

"Tang San, where did you go? What happened?" Dai Mubai asked, frowning.

His tone was somewhat serious; as Tang San's brother, he needed to know about the team members' situation.

Especially with the finals approaching, Tang San, as the core of the team, absolutely cannot afford to make any mistakes.

Tang San remained silent, only shaking his head.

His silence made the atmosphere in the hall even more oppressive.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head, his face full of impatience: "Hey, Xiao San, say something! You look like you've lost your soul, what's wrong? Did you run into someone from the Spirit Hall?"

Jiangzhu sat to the side, her face cold and silent, but the worry in her eyes betrayed her.

Although she didn't have a good impression of Tang San either, he was still her teammate, and seeing him like this, she couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

Flander and Zhao Wuji stood to the side, their expressions grave.

They had just heard some things, that a teenager had caused trouble in public near the central square and was being mocked and insulted by the crowd, apparently it was Tang San. But they weren't sure, and didn't want to believe it.

"Tang San," Flander's voice was low and serious, "were you the one who publicly slandered the Spirit Hall's Holy Son and exposed a young woman's identity near the central square just now?"

Upon hearing Flander's words, Tang San's body stiffened abruptly.

He knew that this matter could not be kept secret in the end.

He slowly raised his head, looking at Flander and Zhao Wuji, his eyes filled with a struggle: "It's...it's me."

"You!" Dai Mubai suddenly stood up, pointed at Tang San, his face full of disbelief and anger.

"Tang San, have you gone mad? What kind of place is the Spirit Hall? What is the status of the Spirit Hall's Holy Son? How dare you provoke them?"

"Have you forgotten that we're about to participate in the finals? What you're doing will not only ruin your own career, but also drag the whole team down!"

Dai Mubai's words acted like a fuse, igniting everyone's emotions.

"Yeah, mistress! How could you be so impulsive?" Oscar chimed in.

"The Spirit Hall is a powerful force; we are no match for them. Aren't you just courting death?"

"And you even exposed the girl's identity. No matter what, that's just too unfair!" Ma Hongjun chimed in.

Tang San lowered his head, letting them criticize him without refuting or defending himself.

He knew he had indeed made a mistake this time, a huge mistake.

Just then, Meng Yiran, who was in the corner, suddenly spoke up. Her voice was icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Tang San, you don't need to explain, I know everything."

She slowly raised her head and looked at Tang San, her eyes filled with coldness and disappointment: "I never thought you were this kind of person. Hypocritical, selfish, and fickle."

"You couldn't win over Ning Rongrong, so you came after me. Now you've set your sights on the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. Tang San, you disgust me."

Meng Yiran's words were like the sharpest knife, piercing Tang San's heart.

"Yiran, it's not what you think!" Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with urgency.

"It's not what you think between Xiaowu and me! Let me explain!"

"An explanation?" Meng Yiran sneered. "What's there to explain? You publicly said that Xiao Wu was your wife, that Ye Xuan stole her away, and then presumptuously exposed her true identity."

"Is all of this fake? Tang San, you have disappointed me greatly. From today onwards, we have nothing to do with each other."

After saying that, Meng Yiran stood up, didn't look at Tang San again, and walked straight towards the stairs.

Jiangzhu quickly followed.

"Still!" Tang San wanted to chase after him, but Dai Mubai stopped him firmly.

"Tang San, don't go!" Dai Mubai said.

"Meng Yiran is angry right now. If you go now, you'll only make her angrier."

Tang San watched Meng Yiran's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, his heart filled with endless regret and pain.

He knew that this time, he had truly lost Meng Yiran.

Flander and Zhao Wuji looked at the scene before them with expressions of helplessness and worry.

They never expected things to develop this way.

In a corner of the hall, a figure was looking down, but a faint smile was playing on his lips.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

Ever since Bibi Dong crippled his cultivation and turned him into a cripple, Yu Xiaogang's mentality has become increasingly distorted.

Looking at Tang San's current predicament, he felt no sympathy whatsoever, but instead felt a morbid pleasure.

He hates Tang San.

He hated Tang San's extraordinary talent, hated that Tang San obtained the twin martial souls he had always dreamed of, hated that Tang San gained Bibi Dong's attention, and hated that Tang San possessed everything he did not have.

Now, seeing Tang San abandoned by everyone, blamed by all, dumped by his girlfriend, and become a laughing stock, Yu Xiaogang felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

"Hahaha..." Yu Xiaogang laughed silently in his heart.

"Tang San, you've finally met your match! Weren't you incredibly talented? Weren't you so powerful? Now you're just like me, with nothing to your name!"

His eyes were filled with jealousy and resentment, and a hint of mad pleasure.

He even thought that it would be even better if Tang San were to become discouraged and underperform in the finals, causing the Blue Tyrant Academy team to lose the match.

In that case, Tang San would become a complete failure, just like him.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, concealing the madness in his eyes; no one could discern his true thoughts at that moment.

Inside the hall, the accusations continued.

Tang San stood there, enduring everyone's accusations and strange looks, feeling a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

His father was humiliated, his lover left him, his teammates criticized him, and he became a laughing stock.

All the misfortunes seemed to have befallen him at that moment.

His eyes grew increasingly empty and filled with despair.

He didn't know what to do, nor did he know what reason he had to continue.

finals?

revenge?

He can't even protect himself now, so what's the point of talking about the finals? What's the point of talking about revenge?

Tang San slowly walked to the corner of the wall, squatted down, buried his head in his knees, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

The accusations in the hall gradually subsided.

Everyone was looking at him, their faces filled with complex expressions.