Battle Against Tang Hao

Ye Feiyang knew full well that this man had come to seek justice for his son, but he had never deliberately targeted his son, had he?

Could he have noticed Xiao Wu's unusual behavior?

That was indeed possible. Perhaps he wanted to issue a warning, or perhaps he intended to take his life?

Before the other man could put on airs, Ye Feiyang beat him to it, sneering teasingly. "Old man, deliberately luring me out means you owe me a service fee!"

The man before him was a genuine Titled Douluo.

Ye Feiyang could vaguely sense the immense aura surrounding him. He was the strongest person Ye Feiyang had encountered so far.

Yet not only was he unafraid, an uncontrollable surge of excitement and fighting spirit rose within him.

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

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

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

Ye Feiyang curled his lip. "Go on, what do you want with me? And do you have any money on you? Consultation fee, guide fee, emotional damages—settle them, please."

The visitor was naturally Tang Hao.

His purpose in seeking out Ye Feiyang was simple.

Beat him up, force him to admit his mistake, and make him leave Suotuo City so he would stop affecting his son's state of mind and cultivation.

He was not certain whether Ye Feiyang knew Xiao Wu's secret, but since this man's appearance had shaken Xiao Wu's disposition and even made her seem inclined to drift away from Tang San, he had to be taught a lesson.

If necessary, he would not mind killing him.

They were in the city now, so killing was inconvenient. His aim was merely to give Ye Feiyang a profound lesson.

"Hahaha! You ignorant brat, you're young and know nothing of the world's dangers. You'll have to pay the price!" Tang Hao's voice turned cold as he slowly advanced toward Ye Feiyang.

His footsteps were as heavy as mountains. His gaze was hidden beneath the deep shadow of his hood, yet it radiated brutal chill.

Naturally, Ye Feiyang would not underestimate him.

Rather than passively taking blows, he might as well strike first!

He loosely clenched his right hand, Soul Power surging as an emerald-green longsword swiftly condensed in his grasp.

From hilt to blade to razor-sharp tip, it gradually solidified into clarity, emitting a faint glow in the dim alley that made it particularly conspicuous.

Tang Hao had expected this young man not to surrender without a fight, but he had not expected him to draw his sword so decisively and strike first!

At the same time, his intuition that this youth was anything but ordinary grew even stronger.

At some point, the Clear Sky Hammer that had once shaken the continent had silently appeared in Tang Hao's hand. Its black hammerhead emanated a heart-palpitating sense of power.

The two seemed to share an unspoken understanding. Neither wanted to make too much of a commotion in the city and invite unnecessary trouble.

Then, in the next instant, they clashed at close quarters!

"Bang—"

A dull yet immensely forceful impact exploded through the alley!

The sevenfold combat boost granted by Ye Feiyang's martial soul was fully revealed in that plain, head-on collision!

After one exchange, their bodies touched and separated, already having switched positions.

The hand holding Ye Feiyang's sword trembled slightly, while numbness spread through the web between his thumb and forefinger.

Across from him, Tang Hao's arm holding the Clear Sky Hammer was trembling as well.

Ye Feiyang grinned, his confidence soaring. This can be fought! It seemed that even a Titled Douluo was not unbeatable with his current strength!

But Tang Hao's heart was roiling with shock and disbelief!

How could a youth so young possess such terrifying physical strength and explosive force in a clash?

For that instant, he had nearly thought he was exchanging blows with a Soul Master of the same level!

The battle that followed suddenly took on a completely different tone, resembling the ultimate close-quarters combat from some action movie!

Neither of them used soul skills. They relied solely on physical ability, combat instinct, and exquisite techniques to fiercely battle within arm's reach.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, sword spines, hammer handles...

Every part of their bodies became a weapon, while the sounds of collision and tearing wind rang without end.

Had they used soul skills, this alley and the surrounding buildings would likely have long since been reduced to rubble.

Just as their blood surged from the fierce battle, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from the alley entrance, accompanied by a somewhat familiar female voice. "Lord Soul Master! This way! I just saw people fighting here—it looked like someone was about to die!"

Both Ye Feiyang and Tang Hao paused.

Tang Hao shot Ye Feiyang a vicious glare, then swiftly wiped away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with resentment and fury.

He had not expected to suffer at the hands of a junior.

Ye Feiyang merely grinned at him, flashing a mouthful of white teeth with considerable smugness.

In their exchange just now, he had clearly held the upper hand with his younger body and agile footwork. He could always evade the strongest attacks and leave many of Tang Hao's heavy blows striking empty air.

"What are you looking at? Still not convinced? Come again! Next time you come looking for me, remember to bring money!" Ye Feiyang lowered his voice and deliberately provoked him.

Damn it, during their struggle, he had secretly felt Tang Hao all over, only to find not even a single copper coin!

What a pauper!

No matter. He could settle this debt with Tang San later!

A father's debt was paid by his son. That was only natural!

Tang Hao snorted coldly, and with a flicker of his body, vanished like a ghost into the deeper shadows of the alley.

Yet anyone could see that his departing figure was suppressing towering rage.

Only then did Ye Feiyang look toward the alley entrance.

The beautiful purple-haired receptionist was hurrying over with several uniformed city guard Soul Masters.

"Why was it her?" Ye Feiyang was somewhat surprised.

As it turned out, the receptionist was thoughtful and observant. She had noticed Ye Feiyang and another mysterious person leaving the Soul Arena one after another with strange expressions.

Already utterly infatuated with Ye Feiyang, she feared something might happen to him. So she had secretly followed him and happened to see the two fighting in the alley.

Afraid that Ye Feiyang's handsome face would be ruined, she immediately ran back to fetch the city guard Soul Masters patrolling nearby.

The city guard Soul Masters saw Tang Hao's rapidly retreating figure and instinctively identified the guilty-looking fleeing Tang Hao as the one who had started the trouble.

Ye Feiyang briefly described how an unknown person had followed him, lured him here, and attacked him. Then he easily got himself out of it.

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

Ye Feiyang looked at the receptionist, whose cheeks were flushed from running and whose eyes were filled with concern. His feelings were a little complicated.

"Ah? I-I-I was just passing by! I only saw you by accident!"

The receptionist hurriedly waved her hands, her face growing redder as she nervously explained, "I absolutely wasn't following you! It really was a coincidence! Absolutely a coincidence!"

Seeing how nervous she looked, Ye Feiyang almost wanted to laugh.

The receptionist gathered her courage, stepped forward, and cautiously raised a hand, intending to use her sleeve to wipe away the dust and sweat on Ye Feiyang's forehead.

Ye Feiyang instinctively wanted to dodge, but when he saw the timid concern in her eyes, he allowed the slightly intimate gesture.

"You really don't need to explain."

Ye Feiyang's tone softened. "Still, thank you."

"I-It's nothing!"

Seeing that Ye Feiyang did not reject her, the receptionist's eyes lit up. "Um, do you need treatment? I know a very skilled healing-type Soul Master..."

Ye Feiyang hurriedly waved a hand. "I'm not the one who got the short end of the stick. Do I look like I'm hurt?"

He truly had not suffered much injury. He had not held back just now, and had even enjoyed the fight a little.

The thought that Titled Douluo were nothing special had even crossed his mind.

However, based on what he knew of Tang Hao, this matter probably would not end so easily. That old schemer would definitely come looking for trouble again.

What he did not know was that if Ye Feiyang had used soul skills, that would have been Tang Hao's real nightmare.

"I-Is that so? That's good..."

The receptionist patted her chest, and her ample bosom swayed along with the motion, drawing the eye.

Ye Feiyang was distracted for a moment, and she noticed.

Without drawing attention to it, the receptionist subtly straightened her waist, making the sight even more striking.

The lovestruck expression returned to her face as she asked with deep concern, "Then, would you like me to walk you back?"

Ye Feiyang did not know how to deal with such excessive enthusiasm for a moment.

"No need."

He shook his head. "My two disciples are still in the Soul Arena. Sigh, after being delayed for so long, their matches may already be over. And the bets I placed..."

Thinking of missing the best chance to make a fortune through betting, anger flared up inside him again.

"Damn it, Tang Hao! You made me lose so much money..."

He cursed viciously in his heart. Just wait! If you dare show up without money again next time, you can forget about keeping your right leg!

Tang Hao, already several streets away, suddenly shivered for no apparent reason. He even felt a faint phantom pain in his right leg.

His face was frighteningly dark. He had never expected to run into such a tough opponent—powerful and utterly unreasonable!

Fortunately, he had never exposed his identity. The other party should not know Tang San was his son, or it would be disastrous if he went looking for trouble with Tang San.

Thoughts of revenge circled in his mind, and a gloomy gleam flashed through his eyes.

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

Keeping a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in captivity was not much of a challenge for him.

In the end, under the receptionist's insistent demands, Ye Feiyang was still supported back to the Soul Arena by her.

Ye Feiyang certainly did not object. The receptionist had secretly touched his abs nine times and his chest muscles ten times already.

He was generous and considerate of the receptionist's dignity, so he did not expose her.

The receptionist was rather satisfied, and in return, he occasionally gave her soft, fragrant hugs.

Actually, the receptionist had not even finished work yet. She had simply been too anxious to care about anything earlier.

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

Ye Feiyang bade her farewell and headed into the competition area.

He thought, Tang Hao stepping out of the shadows into the open might not be a bad thing.

It was better for Tang Hao to target him openly than hide in the dark and scheme over how to deal with him.

The moment he entered the noisy arena passage, three figures rushed toward him at top speed, carrying a fragrant breeze.

They were Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu.

Before Ning Rongrong even arrived, her clear yet anxious voice reached him first. "Master! Where did you run off to? Did you miss our matches?"

Xiao Wu puffed out her cheeks as well, her large eyes full of grievance as she silently accused Ye Feiyang.

Zhu Zhuqing had always been more attentive and steady than the other two.

She noticed that Ye Feiyang's hair was somewhat disheveled, while his collar and cuffs bore traces of dust and grime.

And there were several tears as well.

Those were clearly signs of someone who had fought and hastily tidied himself up afterward.

She immediately stepped forward, obvious concern in her voice. "Master, are you all right? Did something happen just now? Were you hurt?"

Her words made Ye Feiyang glance at Zhu Zhuqing again.

This girl's powers of observation were truly meticulous. He had obviously cleaned himself up, yet she had still spotted the clues.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were both stunned when they heard that. They instantly realized that Master had not left for no reason—he had gone out to fight?

"Wuwuwu, Master, I'm sorry!"

Ning Rongrong's train of thought was always unusual. Instantly getting into character, she rushed forward with a sob in her voice, trying to offer a soft embrace.

"I didn't know what you had gone to do just now. I was even cursing you in my heart..."

The grievance Xiao Wu had felt because Ye Feiyang had broken his promise and missed her match instantly vanished.

She instinctively wanted to move closer too, but realized she did not have as justified a position as Ning Rongrong. She could only remain where she was, her gaze fixed tightly on Ye Feiyang.

Ye Feiyang did not know whether to laugh or cry as he tried to peel Ning Rongrong off himself. "Stop, stop, stop! My clothes are dirty. Don't get dust all over yourself. Are you all done? How were the results? You didn't embarrass me, did you?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, a young girl's pride appearing on her cool face. "We won."

Ning Rongrong immediately fought to answer, lifting her chin high. "Of course we won! Everyone who dared try to get close to this young lady is lying on the ground peacefully reflecting on their mistakes now!"

Xiao Wu opened her mouth, wanting to say that she had won too, and that she had fought brilliantly. Unfortunately, the person she most wanted to see it had not been there.

In the end, she swallowed her words, and her gaze only grew more resentful.

Ye Feiyang nodded in satisfaction. The outcome was exactly as he had expected.

He asked again, "What about your two-person team match? Did you fight that too?"

"We did, we did!"

Ning Rongrong rushed to answer, gesturing vividly as she spoke. "Same old strategy: I handled the cackling, and Senior Sister Zhu Qing handled the slaughter! Before they even understood what was happening, they dropped after one exchange! It was utterly overwhelming!"

She had expected Master to lavishly praise her, but after hearing her out, Ye Feiyang's face instantly showed extreme pain.

"What a loss! What a terrible loss! I didn't have time to bet on you! A total loss! My Gold Coins!"

The three girls were initially stunned, then looked at one another before bursting into laughter.

Come to think of it, this reaction suited their Master's true nature best!

Ye Feiyang reached out and affectionately rubbed Ning Rongrong's and Zhu Zhuqing's heads. "All right, you did well. My efforts weren't wasted. Extra drumsticks tomorrow!"

He did not neglect Xiao Wu, who was watching expectantly from the side. Smiling, he said, "Xiao Wu, you did great too. We may not have made much tonight, but money is money. Come on, I'll treat you to supper! Oh, wait for me—I need to collect the winnings from the bets I placed earlier first!"

With that, he turned and hurried toward the betting counter.

"Ah! Wait!"

Only then did Xiao Wu suddenly remember that she had placed bets too. "I-I need to collect my winnings too!"

She immediately bounced after him like a cheerful little rabbit.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged smiles, each seeing the same helplessness and warmth in the other's eyes.

Having a Master like this brought not only leaps in strength, but endless joy as well.

"Come on, let's hurry and catch up!"

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