Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Chapter 282 Bruised and Swollen

The man in black raised his foot and stepped on Zhao Wuji's left knee.

"Crack!"

Another sound of bone cracking.

Zhao Wuji's left knee was crushed.

"This leg is too tiring to stand and bully people during the day, it's better to break it."

The figure in black appears to be stating a trivial fact.

Zhao Wuji was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, his body was soaked in cold sweat, and his face was covered with tears, snot, and blood.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but the intense pain prevented him from speaking; he could only gasp for breath.

Too bad!

This person is ruthless!

He is not only terrifyingly strong, but his methods are also shockingly cruel.

Zhao Wuji had no doubt that if the other party wanted to kill him, he would have died ten or eight times over.

This is clearly torturing him, making him suffer, and showing him in the cruelest way what the consequences will be if he harms those two children.

"Remember the pain of today."

The figure in black bent down, leaned close to Zhao Wuji's ear, and said coldly in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Remember this: if I find out again that you dare to bully them, even if it's just touching a single hair on their head..."

His voice paused, then his tone suddenly turned icy cold:

"I will show you what it truly means to be worse than dead."

Zhao Wuji trembled, his eyes filled with extreme fear.

He knew the other party wasn't just talking.

This person is absolutely capable of doing it.

"I...I've got it..."

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Wuji managed to speak with difficulty.

"I swear... I swear I will never touch them again... I swear on my martial spirit..."

The figure in black straightened up and looked at him coldly.

"Your martial spirit is worthless."

He paused, then continued:

"Tomorrow, you will take them to hunt for spirit rings."

"You know exactly how to guide and teach him."

"If those two children were to lose even a single hair in the Star Dou Great Forest..."

The figure in black didn't finish speaking, but Zhao Wuji already understood what he meant.

"I...I understand..."

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Wuji nodded repeatedly.

"I will... I will definitely protect them... I will protect them with my life..."

The figure in black fell silent.

He gave Zhao Wuji one last cold look, then turned and disappeared into the dark forest like a ghost, as if he had never been there.

Only Zhao Wuji was left, sprawled in a pile of dead leaves, covered in blood and in a wretched state.

The night wind rustled through the forest, making the leaves whisper in the breeze.

The low growls of the soul beasts came from afar, but to Zhao Wuji they sounded like the mockery of death.

He lay on the cold ground, feeling the excruciating pain throughout his body, his heart filled with endless regret and fear.

If he had known... if he had known that Tang San and Cinderella had such powerful backers, how could he have been so stupid as to bully them?

Although Zhao Wuji is muddle-headed and has a bad temper, he's not stupid!

Offending a Title Douluo, especially one with such ruthless methods and such intense killing intent, is simply courting death!

What Zhao Wuji couldn't understand even more were those two little monsters. Since they were descendants of Title Douluo, why did they want to join Shrek Academy, which had nothing?

With their backgrounds and talents, wouldn't the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant School all be vying for them?

Why come to this wretched place to suffer?

Could it be... that they're here to experience life?

Or... is there some ulterior motive?

Zhao Wuji couldn't understand it, and dared not think about it any further.

He now has only one thought: tomorrow, he must treat Tang San and Cinderella like ancestors!

We absolutely cannot let them suffer any injustice!

Otherwise, that black-clad Title Douluo would have made him wish he were dead.

Thinking of the terrifying pressure and cruel methods just now, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but shudder.

He struggled to sit up, took out healing medicine from his storage soul tool, stuffed it haphazardly into his mouth, and then used his soul power to wrap around the broken bones, barely stabilizing his injuries.

Then, dragging his broken body, he limped toward the hotel.

With every step I took, I felt excruciating pain all over my body.

But Zhao Wuji dared not stop.

He had to get back before dawn, and he couldn't let anyone else find out that he was so badly injured, especially Tang San and Cinderella.

Otherwise... how would he explain it?

Is it true that he was beaten up by a mysterious Title Douluo?

Wouldn't that expose what happened tonight?

No, absolutely not.

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and moved forward step by step.

The moonlight shone on his disheveled figure, casting a long, distorted shadow.

This once infamous Fudo Myoo is now like a stray dog, utterly miserable.

But he didn't dare harbor even a trace of resentment in his heart.

All that remained was endless fear and regret.

I regret being so impulsive during the day.

She regretted why she had bullied those two children.

If time could be reversed, Zhao Wuji swore that he would treat Tang San and Cinderella like ancestors and would never harm a hair on their heads.

Unfortunately, there's no going back.

He could only drag his broken body forward with difficulty in the night, praying in his heart that the black-clad Title Douluo would never come looking for him again.

……

The next morning, when the Shrek Academy students gathered in the hotel lobby to prepare for their departure, the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

When Zhao Wuji came down the stairs, everyone was stunned.

The imposing Fudo Myoo who was so majestic yesterday is now bruised and swollen, with his left cheek swollen high, a trace of blood still remaining at the corner of his mouth, and a dark bruise under his right eye, as if he had been punched hard.

“Teacher Zhao, what is this…” Oscar was the first to exclaim, his eyes wide open.

Dai Mubai frowned and took two steps forward: "Teacher Zhao, what happened last night? Your injury..."

Ma Hongjun instinctively covered his chubby face. The injury on Zhao Wuji's face reminded him of the slap he had received yesterday, and his small eyes were filled with lingering fear and confusion.

Zhu Zhuqing merely glanced at him coldly before looking away, as if Zhao Wuji's transformation was none of her concern.

Tang San and Cinderella stood side by side at the back of the crowd. They exchanged a glance and both had their own guesses.

Zhao Wuji felt extremely uncomfortable under everyone's gaze, especially when his eyes swept over Tang San and Cinderella. His heart skipped a beat, and the terrifying experience from last night resurfaced like a nightmare.

He forced down his fear and humiliation, and waved his hand with feigned composure, his voice carrying a deliberately feigned ease: "It's nothing, it's nothing. I got up to use the bathroom last night, and in the dark I couldn't see where I was going and accidentally bumped into the table. Sigh, I'm getting old, my eyesight isn't what it used to be."

That was an extremely perfunctory statement.

How could bumping into a table result in such even bruises and swelling?

Chapter 283 Star Dou Great Forest

Everyone present was a Soul Master, and every single one of them possessed exceptional insight.

Zhao Wuji's excuse was full of holes.

Dai Mubai frowned even more, but seeing that Zhao Wuji was unwilling to say more, he did not press further, though his mind was filled with doubts.

Ma Hongjun muttered under his breath, "Can hitting a table cause this much damage? How much force did Teacher Zhao have to use to do that..."

Oscar clearly didn't believe it either, but he wisely didn't press the matter further. Instead, he cautiously handed over a large sausage, saying, "Teacher Zhao, why don't you have a sausage to calm your nerves?"

Zhao Wuji's face darkened further as he looked at the steaming sausage.

The last thing he wanted to see right now was sausages. Last night, when that black-clad Title Douluo crushed his wrist, he was in so much pain that he almost vomited his intestines out.

But in front of so many students, he couldn't refuse Oscar's offer, so he could only take the sausage with a dark face, stuff it into his mouth haphazardly, and chew it with a crunching sound, as if he were chewing the bones of his enemy.

In fact, after a night of cultivation and healing, Zhao Wuji's injuries had mostly healed.

The Soul Saint's self-healing ability far surpasses that of ordinary people. In addition, with the high-quality healing medicines he kept in his storage soul tool, his broken sternum and wrist bones have been set, and his internal injuries have been stabilized.

The only thing that bothered him was the injury on his face.