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

"A genius? This is the genius Soul Master that everyone at Notting Academy admires? Innate full Soul Power? Is that all the strength he has?"

Wang Shuo spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice hoarse yet every word piercing the heart.

"Heh, Tang San, so you've finally met your match? Back then, you killed me to protect Yu Xiaogang. Did you think I'd always be an ant under your feet, someone you could bully at will?"

Wang Shuo staggered forward, his body unable to support his movements any longer, but he persisted:

"Your Blue Silver Grass and your hidden weapons are nothing but a joke in my eyes! You tried your best to kill me, but in the end, I broke your ribs, and you're lying here like a dead dog."

You're so protective of Xiao Wu? Do you even have the ability? You're a piece of trash who can't even protect yourself, how dare you talk about protecting others?

Hahaha, how laughable, how ironic! You stabbed me a few days ago, and today I return the favor! From this day forward, all ties between us are severed; we shall be strangers if we ever meet again!

Every word Wang Shuo uttered severely irritated and humiliated Tang San's self-esteem.

"Wang Shuo...you just wait!"

At this moment, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaved violently, and he could no longer suppress the blood rising in his throat.

puff!

He spat out another mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen, his breath growing weaker, the killing intent in his eyes almost overflowing, yet he couldn't muster even the slightest strength to resist.

Wang Shuo took in his reaction and let out his pent-up frustration, but reason kept reminding him.

They must not be killed! They absolutely must not be killed!

At this moment, he could clearly sense that a terrifying aura, so powerful it made his soul tremble, was faintly locking onto this place from the distant mountains and forests.

The aura was heavy and violent, like a sleeping prehistoric beast. If he had any motive to kill Tang San, the owner of that aura would crush him instantly.

This is Tang San's father, the youngest Title Douluo on the Douluo Continent, Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

Although Tang San was truly intent on killing him when he attacked just now, the destructive power of the Zhuge Crossbow could easily kill him.

But if Wang Shuo dared to kill him, he would be the one to die in the next second.

He knew a thing or two about Tang Hao's terror from his memories after transmigrating; Tang Hao was a being that even the Spirit Hall feared.

With his current meager strength, he's not even worth mentioning as an insect in front of Tang Hao.

Spare Tang San's life; it's his only way to survive.

Wang Shuo glanced at Tang San one last time, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at a utterly defeated clown:

"Tang San, do you still dare to say my martial soul is a useless one? Your teacher is a short-sighted good-for-nothing. Theory is only a prerequisite for cultivation; it doesn't determine everything!"

After speaking, he didn't look at Tang San again. He forcibly suppressed the internal injuries churning within him and dragged his bloodied and swaying body, taking one difficult step after another towards the back of the mountain.

With each step he took, a bloody footprint was left on the ground. Exhaustion and excruciating pain almost overwhelmed his reason, but he still forced himself to stay upright and not bend over.

Tang San, standing under the tree trunk, watched Wang Shuo's departing figure, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood flowing down between his fingers.

Humiliation, anger, and resentment intertwined, transforming into the most intense obsession, burning in his chest and constantly stimulating him.

"I will avenge this humiliation! Wang Shuo, I will kill you next time we meet!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and let out a low, angry roar.

He could only let that figure disappear into the depths of twilight, deeply engraving the day's defeat and humiliation into his mind.

Despite his severe injuries, Wang Shuo mustered his last bit of strength and squeezed through a gap in the secluded wall behind the mountain.

He dared not linger for a moment, staggering as he plunged deeper into the dense forest outside the academy, until he found a cave that was difficult for ordinary people to find, at which point he completely collapsed and slumped to the ground.

The excruciating pain swept over his entire body like a tidal wave, and his soul power was already exhausted.

Wang Shuo leaned against the cold stone wall, his heart pounding wildly, not from the excitement of defeating Tang San, but from the extreme fear of Tang Hao's terrifying aura.

He clenched his fists tightly, focusing intently on everything around him. Even the slightest rustle of wind could instantly make him tense up.

He feared that the aura that could easily crush him would descend at any moment and completely obliterate him.

For the next few days, Wang Shuo stayed in the cave, barely surviving on the small amount of healing herbs and dry rations he carried with him.

He carefully circulated his soul power to heal his injuries while remaining vigilant and alert to his surroundings.

He held his breath during the day and dared not sleep deeply at night, his mind always on high alert, fearing that Tang Hao's revenge would come suddenly.

For several days in a row, apart from the sounds of birds and beasts, there was no other killing intent in the mountains and forests, nor did the aura that made his soul tremble approach.

Wang Shuo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally began to settle down.

He leaned against the stone wall, took a deep breath, and quickly sorted out the reason in his mind.

Perhaps Tang Hao never intended to kill him in the first place; perhaps Tang San had spent most of his time on blacksmithing and making hidden weapons over the past year.

Tang Hao must be anxious about the slow progress in his soul power cultivation.

His appearance, with absolute strength, defeated this arrogant genius, crushing his pride underfoot. This great humiliation would become Tang San's greatest motivation to cultivate with all his might.

Tang Hao is using himself as a whetstone to force Tang San to grow.

Once Wang Shuo understood this, his tense expression completely relaxed, and the fear of the past few days vanished, replaced by a sense of relief and enlightenment.

Not only did he not have to die, but he also became Tang San's destined opponent, a realization that gave him even more confidence.

A few days later, after Wang Shuo's injuries had mostly healed, he put on a new set of clothes and returned to Notting College.

Wang Shuo ignored everyone and went straight to the Academic Affairs Office to submit his graduation application.

Notting College no longer offers him any reason to stay.

There are no opponents here who can fight him again, and there is no reason for him to stay any longer.

The academic affairs teacher stared blankly at Wang Shuo, whose demeanor had changed drastically and whose eyes were sharp as knives, for a long time before finally silently stamping the approval.

The moment he received his graduation certificate, Wang Shuo looked up in the direction of Dormitory 7 and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Tang San, focus on healing your injuries and cultivating. I look forward to our next meeting. At that time, I will once again trample you under my feet and thoroughly humiliate Yu Xiaogang."

Wang Shuo didn't look back. With his simple bag on his back, he strode out of the gates of Notting College.

"Give me a few more years, and I'll make sure everyone remembers my name!"