Dai Mubai Awakens, the Fierce Tiger Chooses to Endure

Blue Tyrant Academy.

When Dai Mubai opened his eyes, he was greeted by two enlarged, distorted faces.

One is lewd, the other is even more lewd.

"Boss Dai is awake!"

Ma Hongjun's hoarse voice exploded at close range, spitting out saliva that splashed all over Dai Mubai's face.

"Little Ao, look! Boss Dai's eyes are open!"

"I saw what you said, no way! Get off Boss Dai now, are you trying to crush Boss Dai to death?!"

Oscar yanked Ma Hongjun, who was practically lying on Dai Mubai's chest, off him and wiped his hands on his clothes.

Dai Mubai struggled to prop himself up, feeling as if his brain was stuffed with a wad of wet cotton, heavy and muddy.

My lips were so dry they were stuck together, and I could feel smoke rising from my throat.

"Water..."

His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping sheet metal.

Ma Hongjun immediately and hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Dai Mubai took the cup and gulped down most of it in one go. He then coughed violently a few times before he finally had the strength to see his surroundings clearly.

The sunlight streaming through the window from the hospital bed made him squint.

His last memory was of the Training Ground.

Tang San is back.

He looked down at his body.

A dull ache lingered in my chest, my arms were covered in bruises, and a bandage was wrapped around my ribs.

Dai Mubai stared blankly at the water glass in his hand, his memories like shattered Soul Tool, which he was piecing back together piece by piece.

Tang San declared the challenge in front of everyone and immediately accepted it.

Hammer after hammer, giving him no chance to breathe.

Then he knew nothing more.

Dai Mubai suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent like oil suddenly ignited.

With a sudden exertion of force.

"Snap!!!"

The porcelain cup was crushed, shattering into pieces and splashing water everywhere.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun both took a half step back.

They exchanged a glance, their faces showing expressions of profound grief.

"That bastard! Tang San! I'm going to kill him!!!"

Dai Mubai threw off the covers and rushed out barefoot onto the cold floor tiles.

Oscar reacted quickly, grabbing him around the waist and shouting, "Boss Dai, calm down! Calm down!"

"How can I stay calm!"

"He beat me up like this in front of the entire Academy!"

"He--"

"But you can't beat him right now!"

Ma Hongjun's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Dai Mubai's head, leaving him frozen in place.

Ma Hongjun shrank back, but still forced himself to continue, "That guy is now Soul Ancestor, level 48, with the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, and that freakish Soul Ring Configuration."

"Boss Dai, you're still injured, and your Soul Power isn't as strong as his. Rushing over there won't be revenge; you'll just end up in the infirmary again!"

"No, it's also possible they'll go straight into the coffin."

"What did you say?!"

Dai Mubai's fists were clenched so tightly that the veins bulged, and his entire body was trembling.

His Evil Eye churned with humiliation and resentment.

As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he had never suffered such humiliation before.

But he's not stupid.

He knew the fat man was right.

Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer is too powerful; a head-on confrontation will only have one outcome.

After a silence of more than ten seconds, Dai Mubai slowly sat back down on the edge of the bed, his voice low and deep. "Where is Tang San now?"

"The Back Mountain."

Oscar breathed a sigh of relief and quickly kicked the broken pieces of porcelain aside.

"After returning, I've been cultivating in the Back Mountain, and haven't come down except to eat and sleep."

"Dean Flender visited him twice, and he didn't look too good when he came back."

"..."

Dai Mubai fell silent.

He leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, but his fingers were still trembling.

Revenge! We must get revenge!

Whether it's a blood feud or the humiliation he suffered, he must avenge it!

But how and when to report it depends on an opportunity.

All he can do now is endure!

The Back Mountain.

Hammers flashed.

A strong wind howled.

The surrounding trees can no longer be called a "damaged forest".

It looked more like a disaster site, trampled over and over again by a horde of Soul Beast.

Tang San was shirtless, sweat dripping down his muscular back and onto the muddy ground dented from the impact of the Clear Sky Hammer.

His palms were blistered and bleeding from the hammer handle.

But he seemed oblivious, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer, which was heavier than his entire body, over and over again.

The face of that person lingered in Lin Qingmo's mind.

"The next strike needs to be even faster!"

Tang San forced out the words through clenched teeth, twisted his waist sharply, and swung the Clear Sky Hammer out with a piercing sonic boom.

In his eyes, the tree in front of him, as thick as a bowl, was Lin Qingmo's neck.

The hammer struck, and the tree broke.

The upper half of the tree trunk flew off and crashed into another tree, scattering wood fragments everywhere.

Not enough!

Not enough!

This level of skill is not enough to completely overwhelm Lin Qingmo!

He is the son of Clear Sky Douluo, so why is he being suppressed by some nobody who appeared out of nowhere?

Why did Xiao Wu choose Lin Qingmo instead of him?

"Xiao Wu..."

Tang San suddenly stopped moving, and his voice was hoarse when he uttered the name.

He hated Lin Qingmo, hated that he had taken away everything that should have been his.

But strangely, he never hated Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was simply deceived by Lin Qingmo!

If he can defeat Lin Qingmo and smash the Clear Sky Hammer into Lin Qingmo's chest, he can show Xiao Wu who the real strongman is.

By then, Xiao Wu will definitely come back.

The killing intent surged once more, almost tangible, more intense than ever before.

The surrounding air almost froze, leaving only his heavy breathing.

Your mind is not calm enough.

A deep, hoarse voice sounded from behind without warning.

Tang San turned around abruptly, and the Clear Sky Hammer instinctively moved to block in front of him.

When he could make out the person's outline, he was stunned.

He wore a black robe and a bamboo hat, the brim of which was pulled low, obscuring most of his face.

One hand was tucked into the sleeve, while the other sleeve hung loosely at her side, swaying slightly in the mountain breeze.

"Dad?"

Tang San's voice changed from wary to incredulous surprise.

He rushed over in a few steps, like any boy seeing his father.

Tang Hao raised his only remaining hand and slowly removed his straw hat, revealing a face etched with the lines of time and hardship.

His gaze remained sharp even in his deep-set eyes, but a new scar appeared at the corner of his eye.

She looks older than before.

"What level is your Soul Power?"

Tang Hao skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"Level 48."

Tang San subconsciously puffed out his chest.

"Not enough."

Tang Hao interrupted him, his tone completely flat.

"Don't even think about fighting to the death before level 50."

"Your foundation is very good, but the true power of the Clear Sky Hammer can only be unleashed after you have more Spirit Ring."

Tang San remained silent for a moment, neither refuting nor explaining why he had been training like a madman in the Back Mountain.

Tang Hao didn't seem to be bothered by why he was restless.

The two stood there quietly for a while.

The mountain wind blew through the tree stumps that had been smashed into sawdust, making a soft, crackling sound.