Tang Hao Comes to Beat Someone Up

At this moment, Little Funi also ran over, its form instantly expanding to the size of a tiger or lion, before it snatched Tang Liu from Tang San's hands and hoisted him onto its back.

As it ran far away, it did not forget to cast a vicious glare at Zhao Wuji, baring its fangs and snarling.

Once it had reached a sufficient distance, a cyan-green light radiated from its body, slowly healing Tang Liu.

"Please, help me support Xiao Wu." Tang San cast a lingering glance at Tang Liu before handing the limp Xiao Wu over to Ning Rongrong, who was standing nearby.

"Teacher Zhao, I want to restart this examination with you!"

Night fell.

"Hiss, this little monster, he really hits hard..."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his face, which was severely swollen from being struck by Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, and winced in pain.

"Hmph, but Flender that guy is definitely going to be overjoyed this time, having so many little monsters show up at once..."

"Zhao Wuji."

Just then, a low voice resonated directly in his ear.

"Who's there? Stop playing ghost, come out!"

Zhao Wuji stood up immediately, shouting with a glare.

"I have long heard of the Immovable Bright King's great name, and today I have come to witness it. Come out, I am waiting for you."

The voice spoke thus.

Zhao Wuji sneered, "Fine, I want to see who dares to come to our Shrek Academy to stir up trouble. Once I catch you, I will make you regret it!"

As he spoke, he followed a trail of aura and ran outside Shrek Academy.

Soon, he entered a secluded forest.

"I'm here, I can feel you are right here, come out!" Zhao Wuji roared.

Not long after his voice fell, a tall, burly figure draped in a black robe with a hood slowly stepped out from the shadows.

"So you're the one playing ghost?" Zhao Wuji sneered.

"Playing ghost is not the word; I just saw you bullying those children so heartily this morning, so my hands got a bit itchy, and I wanted to taste the feeling of the strong bullying the weak," the man said indifferently.

"The strong bullying the weak? Just you?" Zhao Wuji said disdainfully.

"You'll know once the fight starts. Enough talk; as long as you can last more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn under my hands, I will leave immediately without another word." The man, who was none other than Tang Hao, spoke again.

Having said that, he walked slowly toward Zhao Wuji. In an instant, an extremely heavy pressure radiated from him, causing the surrounding trees to tremble.

Fallen leaves swirled in the forest, yet they could not enter the three-foot radius around him.

He took another step, and two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

Zhao Wuji sneered, his face full of mockery.

Another step, and two purple spirit rings rose.

"Not bad, at least the spirit ring configuration is optimal," Zhao Wuji shook his head dismissively and said.

On the third step, four rings as black as ink rose up.

"Spirit Douluo? Not bad! But I am a power-type Spirit Saint; even a Spirit Douluo cannot get the better of me!" Zhao Wuji's expression became somewhat solemn, but his tone remained filled with deep mockery.

However, after he finished this sentence, he could no longer speak, and his entire body began to tremble.

Because, in his field of vision at this moment, there was nothing left but that final, blood-red color!

"Spi-spi-spirit... ten... ten-thousand-year rings?" He couldn't even speak clearly.

Tang Hao had already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji, but he stopped and said indifferently: "Since you are here, come out. Anyway, beating one is a beating, and beating two is also a beating."

The sound of leaves rustling came from a tree nearby, and then Flender dropped down from above. He bowed respectfully to Tang Hao and said, "Your Excellency Clear Sky, how has Zhao Wuji offended you?"

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"Cle-Clear Sky Douluo?!" Zhao Wuji's voice changed completely.

"Enough nonsense. When the young are beaten, the old naturally come to vent their anger; this is only natural. Besides, you even beat both of my sons! Tell me, how do you want to die?" One I have never even struck, and the other I couldn't bear to hit, only using pressure or spanking him, yet you, Zhao Wuji, have beaten both! And you even landed such a heavy punch on Xiao Liu?!

Tang Hao casually tossed his hammer onto the ground, and Zhao Wuji's heart trembled in sync with the forest floor.

"I won't make things difficult for you. I won't use my martial spirit; as long as you can last the time it takes for an incense stick to burn under my hands, this matter will be settled. Otherwise, you will have to do one thing for me!" Tang Hao sneered. The next moment, he retracted the Clear Sky Hammer and unceremoniously punched Zhao Wuji right in his bear-like face.

A miserable scream echoed through the forest.

Flender retreated a few steps silently, not daring to intervene or speak, though he dared to gloat.

If he weren't afraid of being implicated, he might have laughed out loud by now.

When Tang Liu woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.

Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the wooden rafters above.

Turning to his side, he saw another bed, the quilt neatly folded, but no one was there.

The soul power within his body had basically fully recovered, and the injury to his chest from Zhao Wuji's strike no longer pained him; it seemed to have healed completely.

Suddenly, he felt something move beside his hand. Lowering his gaze, a small cyan head appeared in his line of sight.

As their eyes met, he saw the joy in the fox's eyes.

"You're awake," Little Funi said. "Thank you for saving me yesterday." Although, Zhao Wuji's punch wouldn't have caused it any real harm.

Tang Liu smiled and shook his head. "I said I wouldn't let other soul masters hurt you, and I meant it."

He picked up Little Funi and sat up from the bed. "As it happens, I'm hungry too. Let's go get something to eat."

Tucking Little Funi into his robe, Tang Liu put on his shoes, opened the dormitory door, and walked out.

As the door opened, the fresh morning air rushed in, clearing Tang Liu's somewhat groggy mind.

Seemingly having heard the sound of him opening the door, a figure jumped down from the roof.

"Xiao Liu, you're awake? Are you alright? Does your chest still hurt?"

Who else could have jumped down from the roof but Tang San.

"Don't worry, Brother, I'm already healed. With Little Funi's healing, a minor injury like this is no problem," Tang Liu said.

"Little Funi?" Tang San paused. "Oh, that Jade Spirit Fox of yours, right?"

"Yeah, Little Funi is one I caught when I went to obtain my third soul ring. It was a lone century-level Jade Spirit Fox. I thought it was cute, so I brought it back to raise," Tang Liu began spouting nonsense again.

Little Funi felt that its mood was somewhat complicated.