Teacher, You're the Worst

With his Martial Soul Avatar activated, Lin Feng's attributes immediately surged severalfold!

He now looked like a god descending from the heavens, looking down upon Tang Hao.

With every gesture, Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air and rushed toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao had long since lost his initial composure. His already tattered clothes were now even more shredded, leaving him in an utterly miserable state.

He had never imagined things would turn out like this.

He finally shattered the domain and endured the pain as he wildly swung his hammer. It looked chaotic, but he was secretly gathering strength.

This was one of his Ultimate Skills: Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!

Lin Feng raised a brow and used One Sword Severing Dharma again. "Old bastard, let me show you what 'Inch Stop' means!"

Tang Hao's Soul Power stalled again while he was gathering strength. The stacking process was interrupted once more, and he directly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared at Lin Feng as though he were looking at a Monster.

His clenched teeth and trembling body made his fury abundantly clear.

He simply could not understand why that Sword Qi was so fast and accurate. He wanted to dodge, yet he could not evade it at all, much less defend against it.

Even now, he had not managed to get close to Lin Feng, while he himself had already suffered wounds all over his body and was covered in blood.

He raised his hammer and roared:

"Eighth Soul Ring, explode!"

Forced into a desperate situation, Tang Hao used the ultimate secret of the Great Sumeru Hammer—Explode Ring!

His strength instantly soared. He swung the Giant Hammer straight at Lin Feng's face, only for Lin Feng to easily evade it with an eerie movement technique.

His powerful strike felt as though it had landed on cotton, nearly making him lose his composure.

"Ah! Where did you get such a wicked movement technique?"

He was panicking. He really was panicking. He had never fought such a frustrating battle before.

Lin Feng did not forget to mess with his mindset and teased him, "Want to learn it? Call me Dad... and I'll teach you!"

He truly knew how to infuriate people.

Tang Hao was pushed nearly insane by the provocation. Ignoring his injuries entirely, he launched another fierce assault.

He wanted nothing else now. He only wanted to hit Lin Feng once.

As long as he landed a single blow, Lin Feng would either die or be crippled.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng was no fool. Why would he give Tang Hao that chance?

He was the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, yet he had been forced into such a state by a Soul Saint. Where would he put his reputation if word got out?

His pressure was ineffective, his domain was suppressed, his Soul Skills were repeatedly interrupted, and Lin Feng's movement technique was as elusive as Gui Mei...

This nearly shameless fighting style was simply enough to drive anyone into despair.

He could not hit him. He simply could not hit him.

For close-combat Soul Masters like them, this was far too difficult.

Not only that, Lin Feng's attacks were exceptionally fierce, capable of piercing through defenses and striking the flesh directly.

Lin Feng dodged while mocking him. "Old bastard, you came looking for trouble when you don't even have money? Then leave one of your legs behind..."

He was not joking. He truly intended to remove one of Tang Hao's legs.

That way, Tang Hao would stop hopping around in front of him all the time.

Tang Hao's mentality was indeed close to collapsing. A vague sense of unease rose in his heart. If this continued, he would undoubtedly lose.

He instinctively glanced at his right leg, and a chill shot up his spine.

He had even exploded a ring, yet he still could not defeat Lin Feng. How was he supposed to keep fighting?

"Brat, I acknowledge your strength. But don't get cocky. I'll be back!"

Tang Hao had already begun to consider retreating and prepared to escape.

Lin Feng saw that he wanted to run. How could he allow that?

"Trying to run? I told you, don't even think about leaving without paying! Leave your leg behind..."

Lin Feng roared as Soul Skills flew at Tang Hao like they cost nothing, harassing him as he tried to flee.

However, Tang Hao was focused solely on escaping, and the flight-speed advantage of a Titled Douluo was fully displayed.

Although Lin Feng's movement technique was exquisite, he could not remain in the air for long. In the end, it was difficult for him to catch up.

"You bastard! Gutless coward! Just wait, I said you'd pay the price!"

Lin Feng cursed at the retreating figure. "Fuck, you made me come all this way for nothing! Next time we meet, I'm definitely chopping off your right leg! Damn it!"

Still grumbling curses, he returned to Supreme Academy.

This chase had lasted more than two hours.

When he returned to the small courtyard, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were both waiting there, worry written across their faces.

"Huh? Why are you two standing around here instead of sleeping?"

Lin Feng said irritably, "Want extra training? Fine, a thousand squats each. Don't sleep until you finish!"

He had made a wasted trip and even lost "potential income." Not making money was the same as losing money, and he was in a terrible mood.

Ning Rongrong hurried over and cautiously asked, "Teacher, what did you go out so late for?"

After looking him over from head to toe, Zhu Zhuqing said, "Teacher, did you get into another fight?"

Those words jolted Ning Rongrong awake.

She had thought that since Teacher had not returned late at night, perhaps he had gone to meet the Receptionist in secret...

"Hm? So Teacher went to fight, not to 'fight'?" Her tone became strange.

With the two Maidens surrounding him and examining him, much of Lin Feng's irritation dissipated.

But his mouth remained stubborn. "Sigh, I lost money. I'm unhappy!"

Ning Rongrong burst out laughing.

Lin Feng irritably gave the back of her head a light smack. "Laugh, laugh, laugh! You're the one with too much to say! A thousand squats! Now! Immediately! At once! Little Zhu Qing, watch her do them! She dared laugh at Your Master, so she must be punished!"

After saying that, he huffed and returned to his room.

The two girls exchanged smiles and began doing squats.

"Rong Rong."

As she exercised, Zhu Zhuqing softly said, "Don't laugh at Teacher in the future. Teacher is still young and cares about his pride."

Ning Rongrong wanted to laugh even more upon hearing that. She tried hard to hold it back. "Mm-hm, got it~ Zhu Qing, do you know Teacher's birthday? I want to give him a whole chest of Gold Coin and buy him some happiness."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled bitterly and shook her head. Only Ning Rongrong could come up with such an idea.

She truly knew nothing about Lin Feng's past.

The only thing she knew was that he must have had a difficult childhood.

In Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, Teacher's fondness for Gold Coin might not be a hobby. It was more likely a source of security. Perhaps he had truly been terrified by poverty.

Thoughtful people could always precisely glimpse the hearts of others.

A thousand squats were no longer difficult for them.

They completed them with ease, then each returned to her room to rest.

The small courtyard beneath the night sky returned to its tranquility.

Early Morning the next day, before the sky had fully brightened, Lin Feng was already awake.

The more he thought about it the previous night, the angrier he became. The angrier he became, the less he could sleep.

After thinking it over, he felt that even if he really stole Tang San's belt, it would not be enough to compensate for the mental damage Tang Hao had caused him yesterday.

If the father was so poor, how much money could the son possibly have?

Thus, a plan took shape in his mind.

He was going to raid Tang San's old home and destroy his spawn point.

This would kill two birds with one stone. Not only would it make Tang San miserable, it would also force Tang Hao to come looking for him.

Otherwise, if a Titled Douluo was determined to hide, where was he supposed to get money from?

"Zhu Qing, Rong Rong..."

He summoned his two disciples and got straight to the point. "You two guard the academy. Your Master will be away for several days."

Ning Rongrong immediately grabbed his sleeve and coquettishly pleaded, "Teacher, where are you going? Take me with you! Take me! I'll cover all the expenses along the way!"

Zhu Zhuqing also looked at him expectantly.

But when she saw Lin Feng's unusually serious expression, she swallowed the words that had reached her lips and softly asked, "Teacher, how long will you be gone?"

This time, Lin Feng faced the temptation of Gold Coin and still refused.

"This time, I'm not taking anyone."

Lin Feng estimated, "I'll be back in about three days."

Since they had met, they had never been apart for this long.

Zhu Zhuqing did not know what he was going to do, and a trace of reluctance rose in her heart. "There won't be any danger, right?"

Lin Feng raised his chin, brimming with confidence. "With Your Master's strength, who do you think could pose a danger to me?"

Danger? It did not exist.

Zhu Zhuqing felt that Teacher was bragging, but she had no proof.

"I don't care, I'm going with you!"

Ning Rongrong began acting spoiled. "If you don't take me, then I'll, I'll, I'll..."

She repeated "I'll" for a long time but could not think of anything that could threaten Teacher.

She felt that aside from loving money, Lin Feng was practically flawless.

Besides, it seemed that she could not live without Teacher now, not the other way around.

"Wuwuwu~~ Teacher, you're the worst!"