You really did have two Title Douluo-level Spirit Masters. And even with Tang Chen, a hundred-year-old Title Douluo, there hadn't been any such thing in the history of the entire Spirit Master Academy. How could there be a Spirit Master who was called the weakest Spirit Douluo?
A person who didn't even have the strength to lift a hand, and whose back was covered in wounds—how could Old Xu believe he was anything special?
As the son of the city lord of Spirit City, he'd been pampered since childhood. Naturally, he thought anyone could be bossed around, and anyone who got in his way could be beaten up.
"Are you really a working student?" Old Xu asked in surprise.
Tang San glanced at him indifferently. "Come on, then."
Old Xu was about to say something, but he hesitated. He was still wary. If he accidentally hurt this little bean sprout, he might be beaten or scolded by his father, or even forced to wash the little guy's clothes himself.
"Little brat, you're done for!"
Having made up his mind, Old Xu raised his hand and ordered his lackeys to beat the little brat.
Facing attacks from twenty people, Tang San's expression remained calm. A purple glint flashed in his eyes, and he moved like a phantom. Weaving through the crowd, he dodged with ease, as if no one else were there.
Whenever an attack came his way, he simply raised a hand and deflected it.
The men who attacked him were instead sent sprawling.
"Hey!"
One man swung a dagger at Tang San. The blade flashed, and he thrust it toward Tang San's chest. Tang San moved aside, seized the man's wrist, and twisted it.
Tang San's fighting skill was exceptional.
He moved through the crowd like a fish through water, without so much as brushing against anyone.
No one could touch him.
Watching Tang San move with such agility, the working students were stunned.
"Old Xu, I think we've really got our hands full this time. We've already taken quite a beating, and even the three of us couldn't do anything to him."
Wang, his body aching, laughed smugly.
Old Xu looked anxious on the surface, but secretly he was delighted. He had nearly let out a laugh, but managed to hold it in. Good—now he wouldn't have to worry about Tang San's father coming after him.
At that moment, Luo Mo was standing in a corner, watching the scene.
Tang San's movements were quick and precise: the sharp hidden weapons, the Purple Demon Eye, the Phantom Steps, the Controlling Crane, the Capturing Dragon, and the Mysterious Jade Hand.
He had only used the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Besides the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he didn't care much about using any of his other abilities at Spirit Hall.
After all, revealing too much would be dangerous.
If he used them, Tang San would recognize him.
Now that he'd obtained the Soul Skill "Elemental Control," he could use it freely without anyone suspecting him. He could also use the Mysterious Heaven Skill when necessary.
He could start using it once he got into the academy.
"Humph, what a bunch of useless fools."
Seeing that more than twenty people couldn't subdue Tang San, Old Xu felt disappointed.
He immediately used his mental control to magnify the courage of his lackeys and weaken Tang San's mental strength. Then he used his Illusionary Eyes to control them and make them fight each other.
Tang San was originally planning to let Wang and the others fight.
Who would've thought that Old Xu, too, had a few tricks up his sleeve?
Under the effects of the illusion, the fallen working students got back to their feet and joined the fight. Liu Long and Ling Yu each led a group of people in surrounding Tang San. They didn't bother distinguishing between enemies and allies; they simply closed in around him.
Seeing this, Tang San's heart sank.
He immediately intensified his attacks.
Old Xu's lackeys were like men who'd lost their minds, charging madly at Tang San. Even when their arms were twisted or broken, or they were bleeding, nothing could stop them from attacking him.
Once the circle around him had tightened, Tang San fought back.
The people inside the circle charged at Tang San, their screams and shouts disrupting his movements. Those outside scooped up sand and threw it at him, blocking his view.
"Get him!"
Tang San's field of vision went dark, and he was shoved to the ground.
Then a heavy weight slammed down on him, pinning him so he couldn't move. Only one leg stuck out from beneath the pile.
At the critical moment, the situation took a strange turn.
Liu Long and Ling Yu rushed over and trampled on the leg sticking out from beneath Tang San, kicking and stomping it until it was bruised and swollen.
Their viciousness was unbearable to watch.
Old Xu's eyes widened in shock.
My lackeys have gotten stronger. They actually managed to take down a Title Douluo?
Then a thought occurred to him. Could this be the end for him?
Meanwhile, Tang Chen was watching the scene from the shadows. Though he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't show himself. This was the inevitable path a child had to walk; he couldn't let his worry for Xiao interfere too much. It was a good chance to teach him a lesson.
He hadn't planned to intervene anyway.
Since Old Xu was a child, he could just teach his son a lesson that night.
"Third Brother, I'm here to help!"
Seeing Tang San beaten and trapped, Wang thought that this was his chance to get revenge. He hurried over with a grin. No matter how badly he and his men had been beaten, they couldn't possibly match the sheer number of people in the pile. He quickly called out to the working students to join in and help Tang San.
"Wang, you've come to lend a hand. That means you're on my side now. Help me wash clothes!"
Liu Long called out playfully.
Wang was stunned for a moment. In the end, though, he was too busy to think about it. "Fine, I'll help you wash them. It's only clothes. If I have to, I'll wash them myself!"
With Wang and the other working students joining in, Tang San was finally free to move.
At that moment, Tang San was seething with rage. He couldn't believe that when he was surrounded by so many people, he'd been beaten up by a bunch of little brats who hadn't even become Spirit Masters.
He looked toward Wang and the others, his face dark with anger.
Just as he was about to start scolding them, Old Xu suddenly changed his tune, turning the words he'd been about to say into a complaint.
"You bunch of idiots! I was just about to catch him, and then you showed up and got in my way. You nearly ruined everything for me."
Wang: "Huh?"
The other working students: "Huh?"
Wang was stunned for a moment, then got angry. "You've got some nerve saying that! If you hadn't gone charging in there and insisted on having everyone gang up on him, how could we possibly have gotten confused?"
"I get it now. You did that on purpose so you could make me take the blame!"
Tang San immediately gave Wang and the others a look.
Everyone watching the scene was stunned. Had they misunderstood?
Tang San calmly walked over to Old Xu, smiled, and said, "I lost the first round. I admit that outsiders interfered. Let's have another round."
Wang: "Huh?"
Old Xu: "Huh?"
Everyone was confused. What kind of trick was this?
But soon, the clever ones understood what Tang San was doing.
He'd first pretended to be wronged, then pushed the result of the fight aside. That way, he could start over, and as long as Old Xu didn't pay attention, he'd be sure to lose.
What a sly little guy. He'd managed to turn the tables without making a scene.
Wang, who'd been trying to flatter the stronger side, finally understood that Third Brother had been acting.
Even Luo Mo felt baffled.
He'd simply lowered Tang San's vigilance, then amplified his confusion and used the Illusionary Eyes to make him think of a way to escape the situation.
"Heh, if you want a rematch, then fine. I'm not so petty that I'd refuse."
Old Xu answered with a cold sneer.
His eyes lit up with excitement. This time, he'd just have to imitate Tang San's grand display of strength, take the initiative, and then refuse to back down. He'd make Tang San admit defeat and hand over his clothes.
That way, there was no chance anything could go wrong again.
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