Why Are You Still So Weak!

"Yo, keeping busy?"

After Zhu Rong kicked open the door to the Seventh Dormitory, he found the atmosphere inside somewhat strange.

A group of children lay on the floor, groaning in pain. Not far from the door lay a little girl who looked filthy, her entire body covered in ketchup.

Wait, why did this little girl look somewhat familiar?

"Isn't this fucking Xiao Wu?"

Zhu Rong had nearly failed to recognize Xiao Wu in her current state!

Zhu Rong swallowed, shifting his gaze away from Xiao Wu and toward Tang San, who was making his bed.

"Zhu Rong?!"

When Tang San saw the door being kicked open and recognized Zhu Rong, he stopped what he was doing.

Rage instantly surged through him as he glared at Zhu Rong.

"What are you doing here? You're not welcome here!"

Without a second thought, Tang San roared at Zhu Rong.

He had completely treated the Seventh Dormitory as his own territory, forgetting that Zhu Rong was also a Work-Study Student...

The moment he saw Zhu Rong, Tang San remembered the humiliation he had suffered after obtaining his soul ring.

Day after day, Zhu Rong had gone to his house and kicked down the door. After beating him up, his father, Tang Hao, had not only failed to get angry, but had even taken the initiative to teach Zhu Rong blacksmithing!

This was his family's ancestral craft, yet his father, Tang Hao, had simply taught it to Zhu Rong!

"Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!"

At first, Zhu Rong had not planned to learn it. This hammer technique was merely a method for stacking power, and it was rather troublesome to use in battle.

Wouldn't directly equipping Cursed Rope's Blade of Fury be far stronger than this so-called Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer? It also suited Zhu Rong's martial soul better.

But Zhu Rong suddenly recalled Gao Zu's relic—the book Soul Tools: From Beginner to Burial.

To forge Soul Tools, while the blacksmithing step could be handed off to others, what they made might not necessarily be what he wanted.

After thinking it over carefully, Zhu Rong had decided to learn the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

Tang Hao: ...

Tang San's furious roars had long since made Zhu Rong's ears calloused. He felt no stir in his heart.

"Foolish Tang San, with your family's circumstances, you definitely don't have any decent bedding, right? Here, consider it a reward from yours truly!"

Without changing expression, Zhu Rong walked past Xiao Wu and entered.

He casually placed the quilt and pillow in his hands onto an empty bed.

Tang San felt terrible at the sight. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his body trembled with rage as he shouted, "Take them away! I, Tang San, don't need your pity!"

The first money he had ever earned had been snatched away by this person, and now he was pretending to be kind by bringing him a quilt and pillow.

Didn't he have those things himself? He did!

Little Flathead had brought them to him!

Everyone in the dormitory was stunned by this scene.

Xiao Wu blinked in confusion, unable to understand what was happening.

She had seen this person before. She had even asked him for directions.

But her instincts had told her that he was extremely dangerous!

That was why she had run away.

Why did Tang San, who had defeated her and all the other children, lose control of his emotions upon seeing this person, yet still not dare to make a move?

The other Work-Study Students had some discernment. One look at Zhu Rong's clothes told them they were expensive.

"Boss, this guy is also a Soul Master!"

"Yeah, Boss. This noble is a Soul Master too. Look at his Soul Master Medal!"

Though they lay on the floor, they did not forget to talk. Once their attention was diverted, the pain in their bodies lessened somewhat.

"If you don't want them, I'll leave them here. Whoever wants them can take them."

Zhu Rong shook his head and turned to leave.

His goal had already been achieved. Just as he had guessed, Tang Hao was outside the window, watching everything unfold.

That old bastard is probably wondering who Xiao Wu's soul ring and Soul Bone should go to. No need for you to decide—you won't live that long!

"Zhu Rong, take your things away!"

Tang San said coldly. He would absolutely not accept anything from Zhu Rong!

If not for him, he would not have achieved so little by now, nor would he have suffered such humiliation...

With a smack, Tang San's left cheek snapped to the side. His whole body spun half a circle to the right before he collapsed onto the floor.

Without giving Tang San any chance to react, a sharp slap rang out against his right cheek...

Nearly five minutes passed before Zhu Rong finally withdrew the Blade of Sanction.

He said coldly:

"Tang San, the weak have no chance to resist. You can only accept things passively. What I give you, you may choose not to use—but you must take it."

"If you want to resist, then become stronger. Right now, you're weak as a chicken."

After beating Tang San for five minutes, even Zhu Rong's hands, which had been gripping the holy sword, felt somewhat tired.

Tang San was sprawled on the floor, his face flushed and several sizes "fatter."

"Hiss..." xn

"Terrifying indeed!" xn

At that moment, the Seventh Dormitory was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

How strong was Tang San?

Out of everyone there, even if they all joined forces, they still would not be able to defeat him.

Yet Zhu Rong had beaten Tang San into this state without breaking a sweat!

Xiao Wu, Wang Sheng, and the others could hardly believe their eyes!

A sword martial soul could actually attack from range? With a wave of his hand, Tang San more than ten meters away got beaten up.

When had they ever seen anything like this?

And this noble named Zhu Rong actually knew Tang San? What exactly was their relationship?

"Tang San, I'm leaving first. Think things over properly."

After saying that, Zhu Rong ignored everyone's gazes and walked straight out the door.

The moment he left the Seventh Dormitory, Zhu Rong turned a corner. In a spot hidden from those in the dormitory but visible to Tang Hao, he punched the wall and murmured with a somewhat "pained" expression:

"Why! Why are you still so weak!"

"No, you can't keep slacking off like this! Otherwise, who will accompany me to the peak of Title Douluo!"

Wearing a "mask of pain," Zhu Rong headed toward his own dormitory.

Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, shook his head and sighed.

"Ah, this kid!"

Tang Hao did not think much about why Zhu Rong had suddenly become so rich...

Because he knew that some time ago, Zhu Rong had dug up a treasure chest from the place where Tang San often trained!

That matter had given both him and Tang San quite a headache...

After calming himself down, the corners of Tang Hao's lips rose slightly, and light returned to his confused eyes.

He muttered to himself:

"The first soul ring for Zhu Rong's Clear Sky Hammer has been taken care of."

"If Little San's talent were a little better... forget it. With Zhu Rong around, the Clear Sky Sect will surely rise again!"

"As for Little San, I'll do my best to give him some resources Zhu Rong doesn't need..."

"Should I take away that hundred-thousand-year-old transformed soul beast now, or..."

"That Yu Xiaogang—having Little San take him as his master and coax out the secret of Twin Martial Souls absorbing soul rings from him wouldn't be bad either. Zhu Rong will need it too when the time comes..."

Tang Hao knew Yu Xiaogang.

After all, he was the son of the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the world's number one beast martial soul.

How could Tang Hao, once the first-in-line heir of the Clear Sky Sect, not know about Yu Xiaogang and the Spirit Hall Saintess...?