Battling Tang Hao

Ye Feiyang knew perfectly well that this person was here to demand an explanation for his son, but he hadn't intentionally targeted the kid.

Could it be that he'd noticed Xiao Wu's unusual behavior?

This possibility certainly existed. Perhaps he intended to issue a warning, or perhaps he planned to take his life?

Before the other party could posture, Ye Feiyang spoke first, his voice laced with mockery. "Old man, you're going to have to pay a consultation fee for luring me out like this!"

The person before him was a genuine Titled Douluo.

Ye Feiyang could vaguely sense the immense aura emanating from the other party, the strongest person he had ever encountered.

Yet, far from being fearful, his heart surged with an irrepressible excitement and fighting spirit.

"Little brat, you've got some nerve."

A hoarse, oppressive voice came from beneath the hood. "It was indeed me who lured you out."

"Oh? I thought you were going to deny it!"

Ye Feiyang curled his lips. "Speak, what do you want with me? Also, did you bring money? Consultation fee, travel expenses, emotional distress compensation, please settle up."

The visitor was, of course, Tang Hao.

His purpose in seeking out Ye Feiyang was simple.

Beat him up, make him admit his mistake, and force him to leave Suotuo City, so he wouldn't continue to affect his son's state of mind and cultivation.

He wasn't sure if Ye Feiyang knew Xiao Wu's secret, but since this person's appearance had shaken Xiao Wu's temperament, even subtly pushing her away from Tang San, he had to be taught a lesson.

If necessary, he wouldn't hesitate to kill.

However, killing someone in the city right now was inconvenient. His goal was merely to give Ye Feiyang a profound lesson.

"Hahaha~ You ignorant brat, you don't know the dangers of the world at such a young age, and you'll have to pay the price!" Tang Hao's voice turned cold as he slowly advanced on Ye Feiyang.

His steps were heavy as mountains, his gaze hidden beneath the deep shadow of his hood, yet it exuded a brutal chill.

Ye Feiyang, naturally, wouldn't be overconfident.

Rather than passively receiving the attack, it was better to strike first!

He clenched his right hand, Soul Power surging, and a verdant longsword quickly condensed in his hand, taking shape.

From the hilt to the blade's edge, it gradually became solid and clear, emitting a faint, radiant glow in the dim alley, particularly striking.

Tang Hao had expected that the young man before him wouldn't surrender meekly, but he hadn't anticipated that he would dare to draw his sword so decisively first!

At the same time, his intuition that this kid was by no means simple grew even stronger.

At some point, the Clear Sky Hammer, which had once shaken the continent, had quietly appeared in Tang Hao's hand, its dark hammerhead exuding a heart-palpitating sense of power.

Both of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, not wanting to cause too much of a commotion in the city and attract unnecessary trouble.

Thus, in the next instant, they clashed!

"Bang--"

A dull yet powerful sound exploded in the alley!

The seven-times combat power boost granted by Ye Feiyang's Martial Soul was fully displayed in this unadorned, head-on collision!

With a single blow, their figures separated upon contact, having already swapped positions.

Ye Feiyang's sword-wielding hand trembled slightly, a tingling sensation running through his tiger's mouth.

And Tang Hao's arm, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, was also shaking uncontrollably.

Ye Feiyang grinned, his heart settling: This was going to be a good fight! It seemed that even a Titled Douluo wasn't invincible against him at his current strength!

Tang Hao, however, was experiencing a tempest in his heart, disbelief washing over him!

How could such a young man possess such formidable physical strength and brute force in a clash?

In that last exchange, he almost felt like he was fighting against a Soul Master of the same level!

The battle that followed took a sharp turn, resembling the extreme close-quarters combat seen in certain action movies!

With remarkable tacit understanding, neither of them used any Soul Skills, relying purely on their physical prowess, combat instincts, and exquisite techniques to fiercely contend within a small space.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, the flat of the sword, the handle of the hammer...

Every part of their bodies became a weapon, the sounds of impact and the whistling of air filling the alley.

If they had used Soul Skills, this alley and even the surrounding buildings would likely have been leveled long ago.

Just as their Blood Essence was surging from the intense battle, hurried footsteps and a somewhat familiar female voice suddenly echoed from the alley entrance: "Lord Soul Master! It's this way! I just saw people fighting here, it looks like someone's going to die!"

Both Ye Feiyang and Tang Hao froze.

Tang Hao glared fiercely at Ye Feiyang, raising his hand to quickly wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

He hadn't expected to suffer a disadvantage against a junior.

Ye Feiyang, on the other hand, grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, appearing quite smug.

In the previous exchange, relying on his younger body and agile footwork, he had clearly gained the upper hand, always managing to avoid the brunt of the attacks and causing many of Tang Hao's powerful strikes to miss.

"What are you looking at? Don't like it? Come again! Next time you come looking for me, remember to bring money!" Ye Feiyang lowered his voice, deliberately provoking him.

Damn it, during the struggle just now, he had already secretly searched Tang Hao all over, but he didn't even find a single copper coin!

What a pauper!

It's fine, I'll settle this debt with that kid Tang San later!

A son pays his father's debts, it's only natural!

Tang Hao let out a cold snort, his figure flickered, and he merged into the shadows deeper in the alley like a ghost, disappearing quickly.

Anyone could tell from his retreating back that he was suppressing a surge of furious rage.

At this moment, Ye Feiyang finally looked towards the alley entrance.

He saw the beautiful purple-haired receptionist, along with several uniformed city guard Soul Masters, rushing over in a hurry.

"Why is it her?" Ye Feiyang was slightly surprised.

It turned out that the thoughtful receptionist had noticed that Ye Feiyang and another mysterious person had left the Soul Arena with unusual expressions.

Already infatuated with Ye Feiyang, she was worried about him and had secretly followed him, just in time to see the two of them fighting in the alley.

Fearing that Ye Feiyang's handsome face would be disfigured, she immediately ran back to find the patrolling city guard Soul Masters nearby.

The city guard Soul Masters saw Tang Hao's rapidly retreating figure and instinctively identified him as the one responsible for starting the trouble, fleeing guiltily.

Ye Feiyang simply narrated the incident of being followed by an unknown person and lured to this spot to be attacked, and easily got away.

"Why did you come here? And how did you know I was here?"

Ye Feiyang looked at the receptionist in front of him, her cheeks flushed from running, her eyes full of concern. He felt a complex mix of emotions.

"Ah? I, I, I was just passing by! I accidentally saw you!"

The receptionist quickly waved her hands, her face turning even redder, and she nervously explained, "I definitely wasn't following you! It was a coincidence! Absolutely a coincidence!"

Seeing her nervous demeanor, Ye Feiyang almost felt like laughing.

The receptionist mustered up her courage, took a step forward, and cautiously raised her hand, wanting to use her sleeve to wipe away a speck of dust and sweat on Ye Feiyang's forehead.

Ye Feiyang instinctively wanted to dodge, but seeing the hesitant concern in her eyes, he tacitly allowed the slightly intimate gesture.

"Actually, you don't need to explain."

Ye Feiyang's tone softened. "But, thank you anyway."

"N-no problem!"

Sensing that Ye Feiyang wasn't rejecting her, the receptionist's eyes lit up. "Do you need treatment? I know a very powerful healing-type Soul Master..."

Ye Feiyang quickly waved his hands. "I'm the one who benefited, not suffered. Do I look like I'm hurt?"

He indeed wasn't injured. He hadn't held back at all just now; in fact, he had enjoyed the fight.

He even had the thought that Titled Douluo were nothing special.

However, based on his understanding of Tang Hao's character, this matter probably wouldn't end here. That old schemer would definitely come looking for trouble again.

But he didn't know that if Ye Feiyang had used his Soul Skills, that would have been Tang Hao's true nightmare.

"I-is that so? That's good then..."

The receptionist patted her chest, her ample bosom swaying, which was quite eye-catching.

Ye Feiyang was momentarily dazed, and she noticed it.

The receptionist subtly straightened her posture, making her curves even more prominent.

The infatuated expression returned to her face, and she asked with full concern, "Then, do you want me to escort you back?"

This left Ye Feiyang unsure how to handle such excessive enthusiasm.

"No need,"

He shook his head. "My two disciples are still at the Soul Arena. Sigh, I've been delayed for so long, their matches might already be over, and the bets I placed..."

Thinking of missing the best opportunity to bet and get rich, his anger flared up again.

"Damn it, that son of a bitch Tang Hao, making me lose so much money..."

He cursed fiercely in his heart. "Just you wait! Next time we meet, if you dare to come without money again, you can forget about your right leg!"

Tang Hao, who was already several streets away, inexplicably shivered, even feeling a phantom pain in his right leg.

His expression was terrifyingly grim. He never expected to encounter such a tough and unreasonable opponent.

Fortunately, he hadn't revealed his identity from beginning to end. The other party should not know that Tang San was his son, otherwise, going to trouble Tang San would be disastrous.

The thought of revenge swirled in his mind, a flash of sinister light in his eyes.

If he couldn't directly deal with Ye Feiyang, perhaps he could only start with that disobedient little rabbit.

Raising a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was not difficult for him.

In the end, at the receptionist's strong insistence, Ye Feiyang was escorted back to the Soul Arena by her.

Ye Feiyang certainly wouldn't object; this young lady had secretly touched his abs nine times and his chest muscles ten times.

He was generous and considerate of the young lady's dignity, not exposing her.

The receptionist felt a sense of satisfaction, and in return, he would occasionally give her a warm embrace.

Actually, the receptionist hadn't finished her shift yet; she had just been too flustered earlier to care about anything else.

Now, she returned to the front desk and continued working.

Ye Feiyang said goodbye to her and entered the competition venue.

He thought: Tang Hao moving from the shadows into the open might not be a bad thing.

It's better for him to target me directly than to scheme against me from the shadows.

As soon as he stepped into the noisy passageway of the arena, three figures rushed towards him with a fragrant breeze.

It was Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu.

Before Ning Rongrong even arrived, her crisp, slightly anxious voice preceded her: "Master! Where did you go? Did you miss our match?"

Xiao Wu also pouted, her large eyes filled with grievance as she looked accusingly at Ye Feiyang.

Zhu Zhuqing, as usual, was more observant and composed than the other two.

She noticed that Ye Feiyang's hair was a bit messy, and his collar and cuffs were stained with dust and dirt.

And there were a few tears in his clothes.

These were clearly signs of a hasty cleanup after a fight.

She immediately stepped forward, her tone filled with obvious concern: "Master, are you alright? Did something happen just now? Are you injured?"

These words made Ye Feiyang glance at Zhu Zhuqing again.

This girl has such meticulous observation skills. I thought I had dealt with it, but she still noticed something.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were also taken aback by her words, realizing instantly that their Master hadn't left for no reason but had gone to fight.

"Wuwuwu~ Master, I'm sorry!"

Ning Rongrong's thought process was always unique. She immediately went into character, throwing her arms around him with a tearful voice, wanting to give him a warm embrace.

"I didn't know what you were doing just now, and I was even cursing you in my heart..."

Xiao Wu's grievance about Ye Feiyang not keeping his word and not watching her match vanished instantly.

She also instinctively wanted to get closer, but realizing she didn't have as much right as Ning Rongrong, she stayed put, her eyes fixed on Ye Feiyang.

Ye Feiyang, caught between laughter and tears, tried to pry Ning Rongrong off him: "Stop, stop, stop! My clothes are dirty, don't get any dust on you. Are the matches over? How did they go? Didn't embarrass me, did you?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, a hint of youthful pride on her usually cool face: "We won."

Ning Rongrong quickly chimed in, her chin held high: "Of course, we won! Anyone who dared to approach this young lady is now lying on the ground reflecting on their actions!"

Xiao Wu opened her mouth, wanting to say that she had also won and fought brilliantly, but the person she most wanted to see hadn't been there.

She swallowed her words, her gaze becoming even more resentful.

Ye Feiyang nodded with satisfaction; the outcome was as he expected.

He then asked, "What about the duo match? Did you fight that too?"

"We did, we did!"

Ning Rongrong eagerly replied, gesturing animatedly as she spoke: "Same old strategy, I provide support, and Senior Sister Zhuqing does the heavy lifting! The opponents didn't even know what hit them before they were down! It was a complete rout!"

She expected to receive great praise from her Master, but to her surprise, Ye Feiyang's face instantly showed extreme distress after hearing this.

"What a loss! What a loss! I didn't get to bet on you guys! Huge loss! My gold coins!"

The three girls were stunned at first, then exchanged glances, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Thinking about it, this reaction was exactly in line with their Master's true nature!

Ye Feiyang reached out and affectionately ruffled Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's hair: "Alright, you performed well. It wasn't a waste of my efforts. Extra chicken legs tomorrow!"

He didn't ignore Xiao Wu, who was watching with expectant eyes, and smiled at her: "Xiao Wu, you also did great. Although I didn't earn much tonight, I still made some profit. Come on, I'll treat you to a late-night snack! Oh, wait for me, I need to go cash in my bets first!"

With that, he turned and rushed towards the betting counter.

"Ah! Wait!"

Xiao Wu suddenly remembered that she had also placed a bet: "I, I want to cash in too!"

She immediately chased after him like a happy little rabbit, hopping along.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a smile, seeing the same sense of helplessness and warmth in each other's eyes.

They felt that having such a Master brought not only leaps in strength but also endless joy.

"Come on, let's hurry and follow them!"