Douluo Continent: Invincible Physical Body, I Became a God with a Mortal Form

The argument erupted in the classroom, attracting a crowd of students who gathered around, their faces filled with onlookers. They hadn't expected Wang Shuo to dare to contradict Yu Xiaogang to his face.

Yu Xiaogang was so angry that his face turned ashen, his fingers trembling slightly as he pointed at Wang Shuo's nose and said with icy sarcasm:

"You ignorant fool! Your martial spirit is mediocre, yet you dare to spout such nonsense. I think you'll only ever be a piece of trash! Trash!"

The word "waste" exploded in Wang Shuo's mind like a thunderclap, completely igniting his long-suppressed anger.

He took a sudden step forward, his eyes blazing with anger, staring intently at Yu Xiaogang, and shouted through gritted teeth, each word distinct and forceful:

"I think you're the real loser! You rely on a bunch of theories to belittle others' efforts. You're nothing but a loser who'll never break through level 30. You have no right to laugh at anyone who works hard!"

These words were like the sharpest dagger, piercing Yu Xiaogang's most sensitive and painful spot.

His own martial soul mutation failed, and he was stuck at level 29 for life. He hated it most when others said that he was only good at theory and incompetent.

"You...you..."

Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he trembled all over, his chest heaving violently, and he almost couldn't catch his breath and his vision went black.

He barely managed to stand by holding onto the edge of the table, and a faint trace of blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth. He was so angry that he had suffered a stroke.

"presumptuous!"

A furious shout suddenly rang out, and Tang San's figure instantly blocked Yu Xiaogang's path. His usually calm eyes were now completely filled with icy killing intent.

He regarded Yu Xiaogang as his teacher and father, and could not tolerate anyone insulting his teacher like this. His soul power surged quietly, and his Blue Silver Grass martial soul was activated.

Before Wang Shuo could react, Tang San leaped towards him, his eyes icy and his tone filled with killing intent: "You insulted my teacher, you must pay the price today!"

"Stop it, mistress!"

Xiao Wu was so anxious that she stomped her feet, but she knew that Tang San was worried about protecting his master, so she didn't step forward to stop him. She just stared nervously at the scene.

Wang Shuo looked at Tang San, who was charging towards him with murderous intent, but there was no fear in his eyes, only a burning fighting spirit.

He had been cultivating tirelessly for the past year, honing his soul power to an unparalleled level, and his physical body far surpassed that of a first-ring soul master. He was already harboring a deep resentment, and now that Tang San had come knocking on his door, he naturally wouldn't let himself be manipulated.

"Want to stand up for your teacher? Then try my fist!"

Wang Shuo let out a low shout and took the lead in stepping forward. He unleashed his level nine soul power without reservation, and his fist, accompanied by a strong wind, smashed straight into Tang San's face.

His punches were steady and powerful, each strike carrying the explosive force honed through years of practice. They were unpretentious yet incredibly powerful.

Tang San frowned and immediately raised his hand to block, but as soon as they made contact, the force of Wang Shuo's fist made his arm go numb and he had to retreat repeatedly.

He was shocked, never expecting that Wang Shuo's seemingly ordinary martial spirit would actually possess such formidable physical strength.

"Eight Extremes Heavenly One Style, Explosive Foot!"

Wang Shuo vanished from his spot in an instant, and a fast-moving afterimage rushed towards Tang San, accompanied by a fierce punch.

"Wow, that's fast!"

Tang San had no time to sigh and immediately used his Ghost Shadow Steps to dodge the attacks.

Wang Shuo, unleashing his full power with his explosive kick, could not possibly evade it using mere footwork.

Every time Tang San dodged, he was struck by Wang Shuo's fist wind, which had an extremely wide attack range and was exceptionally powerful.

After dodging several times, Tang San had already taken several heavy punches. At this moment, he was being beaten back step by step and was in a disadvantageous position.

The surrounding students were all stunned; no one had expected that Wang Shuo had become so powerful.

When Tang San realized that he couldn't gain any advantage in a direct confrontation, his eyes turned cold, and he stopped holding back.

With the activation of the Purple Demon Eye, Wang Shuo's terrifying speed instantly slowed down considerably. At the same time, he waved his left hand, and several Blue Silver Grasses suddenly sprouted from the ground.

Like a venomous snake, it coiled around Wang Shuo's limbs. The Blue Silver Grass was still surrounded by a faint dark purple venom, which was the deadly poison of the Datura snake.

At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and a hidden weapon flew out from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night. Taking advantage of the moment when Wang Shuo broke free from the Blue Silver Grass, the hidden weapon shot out and went straight for Wang Shuo's shoulder.

Wang Shuo's pupils contracted as he struggled to break free from the Blue Silver Grass's entanglement and dodged the hidden weapon.

However, the venom of the datura snake had already seeped into the body through the skin, and a numb sensation instantly spread through the limbs, causing the movements to slow down slightly.

In that tiny gap, Tang San had already closed in. He used his Ghost Shadow Step to its fullest extent, and a short dagger appeared in his right hand. With a flash of cold light, he slashed mercilessly toward Wang Shuo's chest!

Tear!

The sound of tearing fabric rang out, and Wang Shuo felt a sharp pain in his chest as blood splattered and stained his clothes red.

A deep wound, about an inch deep, appeared on his chest. He groaned in pain and staggered back several steps before he could barely stand.

He clutched his bleeding chest, his forehead covered in cold sweat, yet he still held his head high, staring intently at Tang San, his eyes showing no sign of submission, but rather burning with an even more frenzied flame.

"That's enough!"

At this moment, a roar filled with powerful soul force resounded throughout the room; it was Director Su who had arrived.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Director Su's appearance calmed Wang Shuo down, who was about to fight to the death. Tang San, on the other hand, also put away his hidden weapon and stared at Wang Shuo with cold eyes.

Tick ​​tock!

Blood dripped onto the ground. Wang Shuo gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse but resolute: "I, Wang Shuo, will remember this humiliation! Sooner or later, I will avenge it with my own hands!"

After saying that, he didn't linger. Clutching his wound, he straightened his chest, which was already soaked in blood, and left the room step by step, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Tang San gripped the dagger, his eyes still cold. He turned to look at the still angry Yu Xiaogang, quickly sheathed his weapon, and rushed forward to help him up: "Teacher, are you alright?"

Yu Xiaogang, supporting Tang San's arm and panting heavily, looked in the direction Wang Shuo had left, his eyes extremely gloomy, and coldly uttered a few words:

"You who show no remorse will pay the price for everything you've done today sooner or later!"

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang angrily left with Tang San.

Xiao Wu glanced in the direction Wang Shuo had left and sighed softly. She knew that after this, Wang Shuo had completely broken with them. She then turned around and left with Tang San.

As Director Su gazed at Wang Shuo's resolute back, his expectations for him grew even stronger; it was as if he were witnessing the rise of a powerful figure.

At this moment, Wang Shuo walked alone on the road, his body covered in blood, but he paid no attention to it, his eyes filled with rage.

He was determined to prove with his strength that his efforts were never wrong, and he wanted to repay the humiliation with his fists.

"Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, you just wait and see. Fortune changes every thirty years."