Is Tang San's Disguise About to Be Ripped Off?

Under the gaze of the crowd, the Heavenly Curtain displayed a series of photos of Tang San on the giant screen.

But when the man himself, Tang San, saw these photos of him, a mix of anger and embarrassment crept into his joyful smile.

Because the photos on the Heavenly Curtain were all bizarre and strange, just like when it had shown Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, Tang San's expression was like that of someone about to enjoy a lavish feast only to find a fly in their food.

This mix of excitement and discomfort made Tang San's face flush bright red.

Especially when he felt the gazes of Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, he was overwhelmed with a sense of mortification.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun were huddled together like kindred spirits in a cesspool.

They glanced at Tang San's bizarre photos on the Heavenly Curtain, then at the blushing Tang San before them. The three exchanged looks, their faces barely containing their laughter.

But they couldn't laugh—after all, Tang San was the future Sea God and Asura God.

Hold it in, they had to hold it in, no matter what, they couldn't laugh at Tang San to his face.

Yet the Tang San on the Heavenly Curtain was truly explosive.

Feeling their mocking gazes, Tang San finally understood the social death his master Yu Xiaogang had experienced.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Curtain skipped past those humiliating photos of Tang San.

Seeing this, Tang San took a deep breath. The worst part was over; now it was time for him to shine before the crowd.

But the next second, Tang San's eyes widened in utter shock.

"Tang San, a man who has lived two lives. Neither life's Tang San was any good. Everyone knows how Tang San came to the Douluo Continent."

"In his past life, he was a member of the Bashu Tang Sect, an outer disciple who, without any permission from the sect, stole all of the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques."

"Things like Mysterious Heaven Skill, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Purple Extreme Demon Eye—all those hidden weapon techniques were stolen by our God King Tang."

"Do you call Tang San a genius? Or do you say Tang San is suited to be a thief?"

The Heavenly Curtain sighed and continued, "Chased to the cliff's edge by the Tang Sect elders, knowing he couldn't defeat the pursuing Tang Sect members, he chose to jump to his death."

"Why do I say this? You can compare how Tang San acted toward the Clear Sky Sect when he had strength versus when he didn't."

"I can say that if Tang San's strength back then had far surpassed those Tang Sect elders, that kid would definitely have said, 'I, Tang San, am pure and innocent—what fault do I have?'"

"He knew the Tang Sect's cruel torture methods and feared being forced to reveal the technique for crafting the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus before being tortured to death, so he jumped."

"The most disgusting part is that before dying, he said, 'Nothing comes with birth, nothing goes with death,' stripped himself completely naked, and performed an aerial act."

"Does this Tang San have some kind of exhibitionism?"

As the Heavenly Curtain's words fell, the screen showed Tang San jumping off Ghost's Sorrow with his bare buttocks.

The Heavenly Curtain even thoughtfully added a strange electronic sound:

"Douluo Continent, here I fucking come!"

"Pfft!!!"

At that, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar could no longer hold back their laughter.

"Hahahaha!!"

"No... no way, how did Tang San jump off a cliff naked!"

"And that... Tang San's little thing looks like a bamboo shoot—hasn't it even sprouted yet!"

"Don't... don't know, no wonder Master had Xiao San absorb the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo, saying its trait was toughness—so that's the reason."

"We... we misjudged Tang San!"

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun laughed unrestrainedly, no longer caring that Tang San would become the Sea God.

The laughter they had suppressed for so long burst forth like a dam breaking, impossible to stop.

And their laughter seemed contagious. First, Ning Rongrong laughed heartily.

Even the usually cold and expressionless Zhu Zhuqing cracked a smile. Even Xiao Wu, who had been beaten into a rabbit, forgot her plight and joined in.

"Giggle giggle~~"

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu laughed until their bodies swayed.

"Enough! Is this that funny!"

A young man's blush said it all; Tang San's face was as red as a monkey's butt.

He was genuinely angry.

Seeing Tang San rage like a lion, Dai Mubai and the others didn't hold back at all—they only laughed louder.

"Hahahaha!!!!"

After all, looking at the Tang San before them, they couldn't help but recall the little bamboo shoot from the Heavenly Curtain—the contrast was too much.

However, unlike the laughter-filled atmosphere around Tang San and the Shrek freaks, the reactions of Yu Xiaogang and the other Shrek teachers were starkly different.

They didn't care much about Tang San's bamboo shoot; they were more focused on the fact that Tang San wasn't from their Douluo Continent.

According to the Heavenly Curtain, this kid Tang San had lived two lives.

No wonder Tang San knew so many bizarre techniques—it turned out he had learned them in his previous life, wherever that place was.

If that were all, it wouldn't have made Yu Xiaogang and Flender's expressions so grave.

More importantly, the major reason Tang San had jumped was that he was caught stealing his sect's supreme cultivation method, and that was why he leaped off the cliff.

These facts were enough to prove that Tang San was a scheming, treacherous villain.

For all anyone knew, everything he had shown before was just an act.

Against someone like that, one naturally had to be on high alert.

"Xiaogang, did Tang San show anything unusual growing up?" Flender asked in a stern tone.

"Tang... Tang San is fine. He's my disciple, so you don't need to worry about him."

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was still stubbornly insisting.

After all, deep down, Yu Xiaogang still clung to a shred of hope—Tang San had knelt and formally acknowledged him as his teacher.

He was also the tool for Yu Xiaogang's future fame; he absolutely could not lose Tang San.

But now, Yu Xiaogang's tone lacked any conviction, and his address for Tang San had changed from the familiar "Xiao San" to "Tang San."

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's stubborn refusal to see reason, Flender said angrily, "You... you! Xiaogang, you'll regret this!"

"Hmph, I am the master. The teacher who will make Tang San a god!"

The rift between Flender and Yu Xiaogang, already cracked, deepened further.

However, Flender and Yu Xiaogang were not the most shocked or heartbroken ones.

The most heartbroken person was secretly watching Tang San right now.

That person was Tang San's father—or rather, the father of Tang San's current body—the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

"Tang... Tang San!"