Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

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A tiny, exquisite golden light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, shot out from Tang San's palm!

The golden light was so fine that it was almost invisible in the dimly lit hotel lobby.

It was too fast, faster than sound, leaving only a pale golden afterimage in the air.

Zhao Wuji never expected that a Soul Venerable who should have been unable to move under his Soul Saint pressure could launch such a fierce and bizarre attack.

By the time he noticed the golden light, the Dragon Beard Needle had already flown three feet in front of him.

"what?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply. His instinct as a Soul Saint made him react instantly, his protective soul power instinctively gathering, while his body tried its best to dodge to the side.

But it was too late!

The Dragon Beard Needle was originally a hidden weapon specifically designed to break through protective qi. In addition, Tang San's attack gathered all his anger and soul power, and its speed and penetrating power reached his current peak.

puff!

A faint, almost inaudible thud.

That golden light, like a hot knife through butter, easily pierced through Zhao Wuji's hastily assembled soul power defense, precisely entering his body, leaving only a barely perceptible golden tail before disappearing completely.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.

The moment the Dragon Beard Needle entered his body, Tang San cut off the supply of soul power.

The needle suddenly lost its support inside Zhao Wuji's body and instantly returned to its original curled state.

Imagine several fine, yet incredibly strong gold needles, inside a person's chest cavity, close to the heart and vital meridians, suddenly twisting, entwining, and coiling into a ball.

puff!

The muscles on Zhao Wuji's chest bulged and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something alive was struggling and writhing wildly beneath his skin.

An indescribable, excruciating pain, like thousands of red-hot steel needles, simultaneously exploded and churned inside his chest cavity!

That wasn't just a simple flesh wound; it was torture that directly affected the nerves, the meridians, and the nodes where soul power operated.

"My...my chest! What's that! What's inside!"

Zhao Wuji's massive body crashed to his knees, his hands gripping the front of his clothes tightly, wanting to tear it open to check, yet he dared not exert any force. His face was contorted with extreme pain, the veins on his forehead and neck bulging like dragons, and sweat poured down his body like a waterfall, instantly soaking through his clothes.

He could no longer maintain that terrifying Soul Saint aura.

It vanished with a roar.

Cinderella felt a sudden lightness in her body, as the force that had been crushing her abruptly departed. Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground, but luckily she managed to grab onto the table in time. She gasped for breath, her pale face showing the exhaustion of surviving a close call.

The pressure on Zhu Zhuqing completely disappeared. She stood quietly, looking at Zhao Wuji kneeling on the ground howling in agony. A hint of surprise flashed in her cold eyes, and then her gaze fell on Tang San, filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible vigilance.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar were already stunned by the series of changes.

They watched as Teacher Zhao, who had been so imposing and like a god of war just moments before, now knelt on the ground, howling and rolling around like a dying wild dog. His chest bulged and twisted strangely, and his shrill screams sent chills down their spines and made them feel a chill run down their spines.

This...this was done by Tang San?

Tang San, who is usually taciturn and indifferent to everyone except his sister.

What methods did he use to inflict such pain on a Soul Saint?

Looking at Tang San's still upright back, pale-faced but with cold eyes, Dai Mubai felt a genuine sense of apprehension, even fear, towards this peer for the first time.

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he shrank back, covered his still swollen cheek, and subconsciously took two steps back, as if staying away from Tang San would make him safer.

Oscar's mouth dropped open, oblivious to the half-eaten sausage falling to the ground.

Chapter 279 Prestige

Tang San stood there, breathing heavily.

That attack just now almost drained all his soul power, leaving his body empty and his meridians aching.

But he still stood straight, like a drawn sword, coldly watching Zhao Wuji writhing in pain on the ground.

There was no triumph, no pleasure of revenge in his eyes, only indifference.

It was as if that blow, which had just been enough to make a Soul Saint wail, was merely the casual swatting of a buzzing fly.

"Teacher Zhao!"

Dai Mubai was the first to react and rushed forward to help Zhao Wuji, but he didn't know how to do it and could only call out anxiously.

"Teacher Zhao, how are you? Tang San! What did you do to Teacher Zhao?"

Tang San didn't even glance at him.

His gaze remained fixed on Zhao Wuji.

He is waiting.

When Zhao Wuji's pain reaches a certain peak, when the arrogance of this Soul Saint teacher is completely crushed.

then……

Cinderella caught her breath and walked over to Tang San, gently tugging at his sleeve.

Her face was still pale, but her eyes had regained their clarity.

She looked at Zhao Wuji's appalling state on the ground, then at Tang San's expressionless face, a complex sense of pleasure flashing in her azure eyes.

She certainly knew the power of the Dragon Beard Needle, and she also knew Tang San's anger at this moment.

but……

As per Tang Hao's request, they would have to stay at Shrek Academy for quite some time.

If things are really pushed to the extreme, leaving Zhao Wuji with irreversible serious injuries or even death, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Shrek Academy will not let them off the hook, nor will Zhao Wuji's friends and acquaintances.

More importantly, it would completely disrupt Tang Hao's plans.

Cinderella took a deep breath, suppressing her lingering fear and resentment towards Zhao Wuji, and spoke softly, her voice still weak, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"The mistress... never mind."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Wuji's contorted and pained face.

"Teacher Zhao... must have already learned his lesson. After all, we are still students, and he is the teacher."

That's a very clever way of putting it.

On the surface, it was an attempt to persuade Tang San to back down and give Zhao Wuji a way out.

In reality, it was a reminder to Zhao Wuji that as a teacher, it was wrong of him to use such harsh methods against his students. Now that he was reaping the consequences, he should wake up to reality.

At the same time, it also tells others that Tang San's counterattack was a last resort of self-defense.

Sure enough, upon hearing Cinderella's words, the expressions on Dai Mubai and the others' faces became even more complicated.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji no longer cared about saving face or maintaining the dignity of a teacher.

The excruciating pain, as if countless blades were spinning and cutting inside his body, had completely shattered his will.

Hearing Cinderella's words, he grasped at a last straw like a drowning man, enduring inhuman pain, and forced out broken, almost pleading words through gritted teeth:

"Stop...stop...Tang San...I...I admit defeat...Quickly...quickly get that thing...out...ah!!"

Another violent spasm ensued.

Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji's appearance, and the coldness in his eyes finally melted a little.

He knew that the time was almost right.

If this continues, the Dragon Beard Needle might actually damage Zhao Wuji's heart or vital meridians, which would be a huge problem.

He glanced at Cinderella and saw the comfort and approval in his sister's eyes.

That's it.

Since his sister offered him a way out, Zhao Wuji also learned his lesson...

Tang San stepped forward and walked up to Zhao Wuji.

Dai Mubai instinctively wanted to stop him, but Tang San froze him in place with a cold look in his eyes.

Tang San squatted down, extended his right hand, and quietly activated his Xuan Yu Hand, turning his palm as white as jade.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and precisely aimed at the bulging, twisted spot on Zhao Wuji's chest.

The Xuan Tian Gong internal energy was slowly injected, like the most skillful key, carefully touching and wrapping around the tuft of dragon whiskers that were twisting wildly in the muscles and tendons.

Zhao Wuji's body stiffened abruptly, then he felt a gentle yet resilient force surge into him. The thing wreaking havoc within him seemed to be gently grasped by an invisible hand, and then...

It slowly stretched out and became straight again.

Immediately afterwards, a suction force came.

puff!

A tiny ray of golden light burst forth from beneath Zhao Wuji's chest skin, carrying a wisp of blood, and fell into Tang San's palm.

These were several blood-stained dragon whisker needles.

Tang San flicked his fingers, wiping away the bloodstains on the golden needle, and returned it to the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Bright Moon.

The whole process was as fast as lightning.

Zhao Wuji felt the terrifying pain in his chest, which had tormented him to the point of ecstasy, recede rapidly like a tide.

Instead, there is a numbness following the intense stinging pain, and a feeling of exhaustion after surviving a near-death experience.

He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat as if he had just been pulled from the water, his eyes unfocused, filled with fear and lingering dread.

Those few dozen breaths just now were a hundred times more terrifying to him than escaping from the jaws of a soul beast!

What the hell is that thing?

It was able to easily break through his Soul Saint defenses, penetrate his body, and cause indescribable pain!

Zhao Wuji raised his head and looked at Tang San, who was staring down at him expressionlessly.