Tang San VS Wang Xiao: One Move, and the Outcome Was Decided?

When facing Wang Xiao, who was even stronger than himself, Tang San felt more than admiration—he was unconvinced and unwilling to accept it.

After all, among the children of Holy Spirit Village before this, he had never thought much of any of them.

He had been somewhat arrogant.

But now, there was another formidable child, one stronger than him. And he had cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill for five years—how could he possibly accept this?

What could he do if he refused to accept it?

Of course, fight and determine who was stronger.

"Brother Wang Xiao, how about we have a fight?" Unable to hold back any longer, Tang San finally proposed this way of settling things.

Hehe!

So Tang San had moments when he could not keep his cool too.

Although he was a transmigrator, he still retained some of a child's competitive spirit.

Then there was no need to be polite.

Wang Xiao smiled to himself. After all his training these past days, beating Tang San was no longer a problem!

Of course, he still had to watch out for Tang San's Hidden Weapons.

Though Tang San cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, after several years, he had only reached the first level.

With the Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart as his trump card, taking him down was no problem at all.

Hehe~

Wang Xiao smiled. "All right, Little San."

"But let me make this clear first. This is a fair match. You have to be able to accept defeat and let it go. Don't go crying to your dad and tattling after you lose and get hurt, understand?"

"Tattling?" Tang San did not quite understand the term.

"Oh." Wang Xiao coughed, remembering that Tang San had transmigrated from an ancient-style world and was different from him, so naturally he would not understand the word "tattling."

He had probably never heard it before either. "It means complaining to your dad, then having your dad come trouble me. Do you understand that explanation?"

"Oh." Tang San's face darkened after hearing that.

Brother Wang Xiao really looks down on me, Tang San, too much. "Fine! I never tattle."

Tang San was not lying about that. He would not tattle.

Otherwise, if Tang San's old man, Tang Hao, stepped in, Wang Xiao truly would not be able to beat him!

Wang Xiao remembered a plotline from the Douluo Continent novel. When Tang San took the entrance test for Shrek Academy, the instructor Zhao Wuji got too carried away and hit Tang San too hard, only for Tang Hao, who had followed him there, to secretly witness it.

The outcome was that Zhao Wuji was intercepted by Tang Hao in a small grove and beaten badly.

Even Dean Flender could only watch from the side, not daring to step forward and help.

In the end, Zhao Wuji was forced to kneel and apologize. It was utterly humiliating.

Knowing that plotline, Wang Xiao naturally did not want to experience what Zhao Wuji had experienced.

No one knew what Zhao Wuji went through that night.

Tang Hao had probably tortured him terribly, or he would not have begged for his life in the end.

Although Tang Hao probably would not attack a child, it was better to be safe than sorry.

After all, Tang Hao got drunk every day. If he ever had a screw loose, anything was possible.

One could never be too careful.

Though Wang Xiao had a cheat system, he was not powerful enough to challenge a Titled Douluo yet.

What was more, Tang Hao wielded a hammer.

Back then, he had killed Qian Xunji, the former Pope of Spirit Hall. At his peak, even Bibi Dong was probably no match for him.

It had to be said that he was a big shot capable of fighting enemies above his level.

But one man could not fend off many hands. Faced with Spirit Hall's fierce assault, he could only retreat into the mountains and drown his sorrows in drink.

Wang Xiao truly could not afford to provoke him yet.

"Then let's fight!" Wang Xiao said no more. He raised his hand and punched Tang San in the face.

Tang San was caught off guard and took the hit squarely, falling to the ground.

Looking aggrieved, he said, "Brother Wang Xiao, was that a sneak attack?"

Wang Xiao merely smiled. "Little San, enemies will not give you time to prepare. Learn from this. I just taught you a lesson for free. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Tang San had grievances he could not voice, but he could not refute the fact that Wang Xiao had a point.

He could only nod, climb to his feet, and say, "Thank you for your guidance, Brother Wang Xiao!"

"Mhm, as I should."

Wang Xiao greatly enjoyed Tang San's admiration.

Only someone who had experienced it personally could understand how wonderful it felt for a supporting character to crush the protagonist.

This time, Tang San had learned his lesson. Before Wang Xiao could make another move, he threw a punch at Wang Xiao's face first.

A malicious smirk flashed through Wang Xiao's eyes. This is what happens when you fight me—there will be no good ending.

The moment I appear, you are doomed to lose!

Wang Xiao spun three hundred and sixty-five degrees, easily dodging Tang San's strike.

Then, while Tang San's rear was left undefended, he casually used Monkey Steals the Peach, striking straight at another vital area and landing a direct hit.

Tang San only had time to cry out, "Wah!" before collapsing to the ground, clutching his crotch...

Wang Xiao had learned this move from a certain martial arts master who was a gaming influencer.

It was incredibly powerful and nearly unbeatable in the ring.

Even world boxing champions were rookies before him.

Though he had lost to his own disciple.

Truly, the new waves of the Yangtze River drove the old ones forward, each wave stronger than the last.

"Little San, this move is called No Poison is Not a Husband. I taught you another move for free. See? Your big brother treats you well, doesn't he?"

Ah~

Tang San stared at him with wide eyes. He was furious, yet unable to refute him.

"All right!" Wang Xiao grabbed Tang San and pulled him up, putting on the air of a teacher.

"By the way, Little San, have you finished the hammer weighing ninety-nine jin, nine liang, and nine qian that I ordered from your house?"

Tang San nodded. "Yes, Brother Wang Xiao. My dad forged it for you overnight yesterday. Do you want to pick it up now?"

Wang Xiao nodded firmly. "Of course I do!"

"Then let's go!" Having lost today, Tang San was in no mood to keep cultivating. He turned and climbed down the small hill.

Little San, I'm sorry!

As the saying went, one mountain could not hold two tigers unless one was male and the other female.

Likewise, one plot could not accommodate two protagonists. If I did not crush you, then you would have to crush me!

I'm helpless too...

I guess I'm stuck with you now. Until the very end of the plot, Little San, don't even think about shaking me off.

After Wang Xiao went to Tang San's house to retrieve the hammer, he set up a forging post in Pang Ergou's backyard, bought several pieces of pig iron, and began learning blacksmithing.

There were three purposes for doing this: first, to train his physical endurance; second, to build arm strength; third, to practice using a hammer.

Wang Xiao had a Thunder God Hammer martial soul within him, so learning blacksmithing also counted as learning how to use a hammer.

Tang San had learned blacksmithing from Tang Hao since childhood and had already achieved modest success. He could strike iron ten thousand times.

He could hammer a large block of iron into refined iron no bigger than a fist.

Wang Xiao had no choice but to work hard. So what if Tang San can strike iron ten thousand times?

I'll strike more than him. If ten thousand isn't enough, then twenty thousand. Thirty thousand.

And I'll do it without my heart racing, without gasping for breath, without even turning red. Let's see who is stronger.

Who was the true protagonist of Douluo Continent?

That night, the sound of hammering echoed through Pang Ergou's backyard all night long.

The boy forging iron was none other than Wang Xiao.

To surpass the protagonist Tang San, he was giving it everything he had, striving upward every day and hammering iron in the dead of night.

He had to become the fiercest guy in Douluo Continent.

Three days later.

Wang Xiao found Tang San once again on the small hill by the village. Tang San had only climbed halfway up, so Wang Xiao used Internal Force to rush to the top.

Before long, he had passed Tang San and reached the summit.

Then he sat in the spot where Tang San often sat, waiting for him to climb up.

Tang San had only reached the middle of the hill when he felt a gust of wind sweep past him. Looking up, he saw Wang Xiao's back.

Since Wang Xiao climbed the hill so quickly, Tang San could only watch helplessly from behind.

The main reason was that his Mysterious Heaven Skill had made no progress. After cultivating for so many years, he was still only at the first level.

If he broke through, he would definitely challenge Wang Xiao to another fight.

Little San, you can never surpass me. Never. Stop struggling and give up on that dream. If you're willing to be my little brother, then I won't fight you over that rabbit.

But Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena, and the rest are quite to my taste!

Wahahahaha~

Thinking of this, Wang Xiao could not help letting out another demonic laugh.

His laughter was so demonic that Tang San, who had just climbed halfway up the hill, was caught off guard and nearly lost his grip and fell. It was truly a close call.

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