Beating the Master and Disciple to a Pulp!

Bang! Tang San was struck by Chu Fan's fist and sent flying three or four meters away, crashing to the ground in a sorry state.

At that moment, three small, finely crafted iron arrows shot toward Chu Fan's throat.

Tang San struggled to his feet, enduring the pain as he swallowed the blood in his mouth. Staring at the completely uninjured Chu Fan, his face filled with shock. "Impossible. At that distance, there's no way you could have dodged my Silent Sleeve Arrows."

It turned out that all of Tang San's preparations had been for those final three arrows. This showed just how deeply calculating he was.

At the very last instant, Chu Fan swiftly pulled back his other hand and firmly caught the sleeve arrows Tang San had fired. That was how he avoided having his throat pierced.

Chu Fan said coldly, "Tang San, don't use your ignorance to measure someone else's abilities."

Chu Fan walked up to Tang San. Tang San still had not recovered from what had just happened. His eyes were vacant and full of disbelief, and he still could not understand how Chu Fan had evaded his Silent Sleeve Arrows.

Chu Fan gathered his strength, concentrating a trace of Soul Power in his palm. Suddenly, a small Azure Lotus appeared in his hand.

Anyone could sense the Soul Power contained within that Azure Lotus. It was likely enough to match a Soul Ancestor's full-strength strike.

Chu Fan lightly pushed forward with his right hand, and the Azure Lotus immediately flew toward Tang San.

At once, the terrifying pressure radiating from the Azure Lotus was like the aura of death, slowly engulfing Chu Fan.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"A fart booms like thunder, shaking heaven and splitting earth—Ruo San Pao!"

With a puff, a stream of pale-purple Soul Power separated from Grandmaster's palms, and a creature appeared before him.

The strange creature stood in front of Tang San, trying to block the Azure Lotus Chu Fan had released.

That was right, it was a creature. It looked rather like a dog, but its size was closer to that of a pig. It was already over one and a half meters long, and its waist was probably about as wide.

Its entire body was covered in pale-purple fur. Two small ears drooped from its head, while a pair of large dark-blue eyes blinked furiously. Its fat body twisted from side to side, making its plump rear sway back and forth. With four short, thick legs, it was hard to imagine just how slow its movements were.

Tang San saw two rings rise beneath Grandmaster's feet and circle around his body. Both rings were yellow, clearly hundred-year soul rings.

Hearing that voice, Chu Fan knew the person who had arrived was that detestable Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang—Tang San's teacher. The creature blocking Tang San was Grandmaster's martial soul, Ruo San Pao.

"A mere mutated martial soul dares to try and block me?" Chu Fan shouted.

With a loud clang, Grandmaster's martial soul, Ruo San Pao, was sent flying more than ten meters away. Damage to a martial soul would also be reflected upon its Soul Master. Grandmaster immediately tasted blood, and a trickle of it ran from the corner of his mouth.

The knocked-back Ruo San Pao weakly ran toward Grandmaster, rubbing its large head against his leg. It let out two angry grunts at Chu Fan.

If that Azure Lotus came again, San Pao likely would not be able to endure it. Damage to a martial soul was a serious injury that was difficult to repair. As expected of someone with Innate Soul Power at level twenty. Such a simple, casual strike had actually erupted with such terrifying power.

"Chu Fan, this is a school. Are you trying to violate the school rules?" Grandmaster snarled, forcing down the blood in his mouth as he endured the pain.

"If this school teaches people how to strike from the shadows, then it might as well be destroyed," Chu Fan shouted.

Grandmaster naturally understood what Chu Fan meant. He had seen Tang San's actions clearly, and in his heart, he had tacitly approved of them. Faced with Chu Fan's accusation, he was left speechless.

"I tried to kill you only to protect myself. What did I do wrong?" Tang San roared hoarsely, struggling to his feet and walking over to Grandmaster.

"And that is your reason for striking from the shadows?" Chu Fan questioned.

Chu Fan did not think there was anything wrong with eliminating dissidents. However, using despicable methods to achieve one's goals was what he despised most.

"Hahaha!" Tang San suddenly burst into laughter, but his gaze abruptly turned sinister. "A Hidden Weapon is merely a way of killing. Are there really good and bad ways to kill someone?"

"They're both killing. What difference is there between killing someone head-on and killing them in secret?" Tang San roared, nearly crazed.

These were the things Tang San had learned in the Tang Sect of another world, the beliefs he clung to. He did not think there was anything wrong with what he had done tonight. He only hated that he was not capable enough and had failed to create a more powerful Hidden Weapon. If he were given another chance, he would still choose to use Hidden Weapons.

Hidden Weapons were weapons used in secret, capable of swiftly and effectively eliminating enemies. Especially when facing someone stronger than oneself, Hidden Weapons could greatly make up for the gap in strength. Tang San knew that in terms of Soul Power Level alone, Chu Fan was twice as strong as him, and on Douluo Continent, one's Soul Power Level determined the extent of one's strength.

If he challenged Chu Fan openly, he would certainly gain no advantage in his current state. Only by using Hidden Weapons could he achieve his goal. Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward oneself. If he could not kill his enemy, then he would live forever in that enemy's shadow. Tang San firmly believed this.

Chu Fan lifted Tang San up and struck him with another palm. He roared, "There may indeed be no distinction between good and bad methods of killing, but the way a person kills reveals that person's character."

"Someone like you only knows how to hide in the shadows and hurt others. That alone proves just how dark your heart is."

"Wounding people with hidden arrows, launching sneak attacks—if you aren't a despicable wretch, then what are you?"

Tang San's words enraged Chu Fan even further. Clenching his fists tightly, he slowly walked toward Tang San.

Tang San saw icy coldness in Chu Fan's eyes. Under the moonlight, waves of killing intent surged forth. As Chu Fan struck out with his palm, even the surrounding air became restless and rushed forward.

Seeing this, Grandmaster hurriedly summoned Ruo San Pao. Even if his martial soul was damaged, he had to block this attack. After all, Tang San was his disciple. He knew that Chu Fan's palm strike was not something San Pao could withstand.

"A fart booms like thunder..."

Before Grandmaster could finish, a middle-aged man in his forties suddenly appeared, standing with his hands behind his back before Tang San and Grandmaster as he released his martial soul.

Immediately, with a series of chimes, two yellow and two purple soul rings appeared around him.

Chu Fan glanced at him and said, "Interesting. A mere Soul Ancestor dares to resist me?"

"Dean!" Grandmaster shouted. It was as though he had grabbed hold of a lifeline, and a flash of hope immediately appeared in his eyes. With the Dean here, Chu Fan surely no longer had the strength to make things difficult for Tang San.

The Dean met Chu Fan's palm force head-on. With a bang, he was forced back five or six meters before he managed to steady himself. Waves of numbness spread through his hand, as if it had been struck by ocean waves.

The Dean shook his hand, easing the numbness from the collision. Surprise rose in his eyes. If Chu Fan is truly enraged, I'm afraid even I wouldn't be able to withstand a full-strength punch from him.