bdsm-fiction Chapter 65 Tang Hao's Impotent Rage!
Chapter 65 Tang Hao's Impotent Rage!
Chapter 65 Tang Hao's Impotent Rage!
That night, the bright moon hung high in the sky.
Inside a room at Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King who had been seriously injured during the day, was resting when a clear and powerful voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Zhao Wuji, come out here!"
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically. This powerful voice could actually enter his ears directly, as if it were exploding right next to his ears. What level of cultivation would it take to do that!
His first reaction was to run away, but then he thought that there were so many teachers in the academy, and even if he was no match for them in a fight, Flander and the others could come running after them by following the sounds of the fighting.
So he walked towards the direction the sound came from, and arrived at the grove of trees behind the academy. His eyes scanned the surroundings warily, and he shouted in a deep voice:
"Who is it? I'm here! Get your ass out here!"
These arrogant words infuriated Tang Hao, who was hiding in the shadows. He snorted coldly, stepped through the air, and stared at Zhao Wuji with icy eyes, saying in a deep voice:
"Zhao Wuji, you dare to bully the weak, so I won't hold back. You beat the young one, so the old one will naturally come to demand an explanation!"
Zhao Wuji was completely dumbfounded. When he saw Tang Hao, dressed in black robes, walking through the air, a terrifying thought instantly appeared in his mind: the other party was actually a Title Douluo!
The domineering and arrogant tone Zhao Wuji had displayed earlier vanished instantly, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
"Your Majesty, you...you must have the wrong person. When did I ever bully the weak? Could it be those three little brats from earlier today?"
Seeing that he seemed to have remembered something, Tang Hao put in more effort, slowly raised his right hand, and a black light condensed in his hand, turning into a giant hammer. At the same time, a total of nine spirit rings quietly appeared one by one under his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!!!
Tang Hao suddenly exuded a terrifying aura, making the surrounding air incredibly viscous.
Zhao Wuji stared at the nine spirit rings on the black-robed man's body, especially the last blood-red spirit ring. He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and he couldn't help but shiver. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he was almost kneeling down.
"Zhao Wuji, do you recognize the hammer in my hand?"
Tang Hao asked domineeringly.
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in shock as he suddenly realized that Tang San, who had attacked him ruthlessly earlier that day, had also pulled out a small, black hammer that was exactly the same as the large hammer in the hands of the Title Douluo before him.
"Boss Fufu, help me!"
Zhao Wuji frantically cried for help.
Flander, who had been hiding in the shadows, had no choice but to show himself when he heard Zhao Wuji's plea for help.
With a flash, Flander appeared beside Zhao Wuji. The invisible pressure forced him to release his own martial soul. A pair of huge wings grew from his back, his whole body was covered with a layer of feathers, his orange-yellow eyes turned into vertical pupils, and seven soul rings of the same color as Zhao Wuji pulsed on his body.
Flander bowed respectfully to Tang Hao and said:
"Your Majesty, Zhao Wuji is a teacher at our academy. He was merely assessing the students today. Although he was a bit heavy-handed, he meant no harm. Besides, he has suffered quite a bit today. We hope Your Majesty will forgive him this time!"
Tang Hao said indifferently:
"Stop talking nonsense and stand aside. If you dare to say another word, I'll beat you up too! Zhao Wuji, I'll give you a chance. I won't use my martial spirit. If you can last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll leave immediately. Otherwise, you must do something for me."
As he spoke, Tang Hao indeed withdrew his martial soul, and the nine soul rings that exuded a terrifying aura instantly disappeared into his body.
Flander, who was standing next to Zhao Wuji, stepped aside and gave Zhao Wuji an encouraging look!
Large beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Wuji's forehead, and his face was contorted with grief, his expression as grim as if a loved one had died.
He knew he couldn't avoid this beating, and he deeply regretted his impulsive actions today. At the same time, his hatred for Tang San, that ruthless student, grew even stronger!
Tang Hao, having retracted his martial spirit, gave him no time to delay and arrived in front of him in the next instant.
He swung his fist, as big as a sandbag, and smashed it into that rugged face.
boom! ——
boom!--
ah!--
The sounds of hitting, crashing, and screaming rose and fell in the small grove, creating a terrifying and chilling atmosphere.
Flander turned his head away, unable to bear looking at Zhao Wuji. Although Zhao Wuji often said that those who dared not cause trouble were mediocre, Flander said that it depended on the situation.
Those who are afraid to cause trouble when they encounter someone weaker than themselves are mediocre; those who recklessly cause trouble when they encounter someone stronger are also mediocre! Facing a Title Douluo, even if you are killed, it is a pointless death. When it is time to follow your heart, you must follow your heart!
Zhao Wuji was beaten for a short time, less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, only ten breaths.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji's head was swollen all over, his eyes had turned black, and there was a lot of blood around his mouth and nose. He was lying on the ground, panting heavily.
At this moment, Tang Hao adopted the demeanor of a senior expert and said calmly:
"Zhao Wuji, do you understand now?"
Zhao Wuji nodded vigorously and said:
"I understand, I understand."
In truth, he had no idea what he understood, but he didn't dare to be foolish enough to ask.
After being reprimanded, the hatred he harbored for Tang San was dispelled by Tang Hao's iron fist, and he couldn't help but think:
"Tang San, you're like my own father! I'll never dare mess with you again. The younger ones are not to be trifled with, and the older ones are even more dangerous! Why was I so impulsive?!"
Seeing that Zhao Wuji understood, Tang Hao gave the two of them some more instructions before suddenly soaring into the sky and flying away into the distance.
He was now eager to get back to the waterfall, the valley, and the cave behind the waterfall, a feeling of unease lingering in his heart.
After Tang Hao walked away, Zhao Wuji mumbled a complaint to Flander beside him:
"Flander, you're no brother at all! I've called you 'Boss Flander' for so many years, and you're so disloyal! You're really killing me!"
"What can I do?"
Flanders said helplessly:
"Even if the two of us combined, we're still not qualified for Your Majesty to awaken your Martial Soul!"
"Of course I know, I just wanted to vent, is that not allowed?"
As soon as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, a sharp pain struck him instantly, making him wince in pain.
Afterwards, Flander helped Zhao Wuji, and the two walked back to Shrek Academy step by step, with Zhao Wuji constantly complaining to Flander along the way.
Tang Hao returned to the valley and waterfall and rushed into the cave without waiting.
He immediately noticed the lead box lying on the ground and the empty mound of earth.
In that instant, Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot, and a terrifying killing intent surged from his body as all nine spirit rings appeared simultaneously.
"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the entire waterfall valley was instantly shrouded in dust.
Immediately afterwards, a furious roar erupted from within the smoke and dust:
"Spirit Hall! You damned bastards!"
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the original waterfall and valley had vanished, replaced by a huge, bottomless pit.
(End of this chapter)