Hearing Tang San stubbornly refuse to admit defeat, even dressing up his sneak attack as some profound "way of hidden weapons," the watching students were all stunned for a moment. Then, the disdain and contempt in their eyes nearly overflowed.
"What the hell is this 'way of hidden weapons'!
A sneak attack is a sneak attack. You even put up a moral monument for yourself—who are you trying to fool?"
"If you can't win, you play dirty. Then you get caught and still force out excuses.
What kind of freak did Nuoding Academy recruit this year?"
"Exactly! Just now, he was boasting about being unbeatable among those of the same rank, but he couldn't even take a single move from Brother Lin.
He played dirty and still lost. Does he have any shame left?"
Each barbed mockery turned into invisible slaps that lashed wildly across Tang San's face.
As an elite of the Tang Sect who had lived two lives, when had he ever suffered such humiliation under the condemnation of so many people?
From his perspective, he was not the one at fault. These blind, ignorant natives of another world were!
Listening to the overwhelming denunciation around him, Tang San felt his blood surge in his chest. His entire face visibly swelled to the color of pig liver, flushed to the extreme.
He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging at his temples. His so-called "pure and spotless" demeanor had long vanished, leaving only helpless fury after his complete mental collapse.
Seeing his precious disciple provoke public outrage and nearly drown in everyone's spit, Yu Xiaogang, who had been standing to the side, could no longer sit still.
He cleared his throat, forced himself to step forward, and put on the airs of an aloof master beyond worldly affairs, trying to whitewash the matter with sophistry.
"What do you know! Fights between soul masters have always involved using every means available.
Xiao San's ability to make reasonable use of the tools he carried precisely proves that he has a flexible combat mind!
All warfare is based on deception. That is true battle wisdom!"
Unfortunately, Gangzi's desperate attempt to save face not only failed to calm the crowd, but was like pouring a bucket of hot oil onto a blazing fire.
Even louder laughter and jeers immediately erupted from the crowd.
"Give it a rest, Master Yu! Save that nonsensical theory of yours for fooling ghosts."
"You're a level twenty-nine nobody whose martial soul can only fart, and the disciple you taught is also a sinister little man who loves shooting cold arrows from behind people's backs.
What is that called? Like master, like disciple!"
"All warfare is based on deception? More like a shameless master-and-disciple act putting on a show!
Stop embarrassing yourselves here. Hurry back to your dorm and wash up before bed!"
Seeing that the heat was about right and that he had achieved the effect he wanted, Lin Nuo casually pressed down with one hand, stopping the surrounding crowd from continuing to condemn the absurd master-and-disciple pair.
It was best to stop while ahead. Everything needed moderation.
After all, somewhere in a dark corner of Nuoding Academy, Tang Hao, born evil with filthy blood running through his veins, was still lurking God knew where.
Judging by the Tang Clan's habit of protecting their own without any sense of martial virtue, if he truly drove Tang San into social death and complete collapse today, a Clear Sky Hammer weighing several thousand pounds might fly out from the shadows.
As for why Lin Nuo still dared to beat Tang San so badly when he knew that Tang Hao, the god of slaughter, was watching from the shadows?
It was simple.
Tang Hao was still a Title Douluo. As long as Lin Nuo did not deal a killing blow, no matter how dissatisfied Tang Hao was, he would not lower himself to personally deal with a six-year-old child who had only just awakened his martial soul.
Besides, with Tang Hao's arrogance ingrained into his bones, he would absolutely believe that his son would one day be invincible among those of the same rank.
After seeing today's battle, Tang Hao was more likely to go with the flow and regard Lin Nuo as an advanced whetstone for Tang San to level up against.
Since you want me to be a whetstone, then I'll stomp right across your bottom line and chip a notch out of your blade!
If Tang San wanted to use me as a stepping stone, he would first have to see whether he would still have the courage to look me in the eye in the future.
Honestly, with that lousy grass that had not yet evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor, forget breaking through his defenses—it could not even get within three feet of him.
Not to mention...
A furtive smile curled at the corner of Lin Nuo's mouth.
The martial soul he had revealed was the Death Spider Emperor. Considering its connection to the current Pope of Spirit Hall, had Tang Hao's PTSD flared up while watching from the shadows?
Was he scared?
As for Ah Yin's sacrifice back then, regardless of whether it was truly a Tang Clan conspiracy as those unofficial histories claimed,
the final result was that because of Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Sect was hunted across the entire continent by Spirit Hall. It had been forced to seal itself away and suffered irreversible devastation.
As one of Douluo Continent's foremost sect slaves, Tang Hao was guilt-ridden to death.
Before Tang Hao had absolute certainty that he could silence everyone without leaving a trace, he would never dare act rashly.
Taking another ten thousand steps back, under the rules of Douluo Continent, a Title Douluo with a higher Soul Power Level could perfectly conceal their aura.
Tang Hao was currently carrying old injuries all over his body. At most, he only had the combat strength of level ninety-five.
That old bastard would surely overthink it and assume that an expert with even greater Soul Power than his was secretly guarding Lin Nuo.
For the sake of his precious sect, for the sake of his promising son who had only just begun his journey, and even more for his long-term plan to keep the Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformation Soul Beast Xiao Wu as a "reserve Soul Ring,"
as long as Tang Hao did not have water in his brain, he could only grit his teeth, swallow this grievance, and obediently keep lurking in the shadows today!
Just then, Xiao Wu, who had previously gone somewhere secluded to secretly condense her first Soul Ring, came hopping back.
From far away, this rabbit who loved excitement saw a large crowd gathered beneath the dormitory building. She could vaguely hear words like "Master Yu," "Tang San," and "sneak attack."
Although this foolish rabbit had only known Gangzi and his disciple for a few days at most, her initial favorability toward Tang San, this human cub, was genuinely high.
There was no other reason. It was simply because the fresh scent of vegetation from the Blue Silver Grass on Tang San's body was too close to nature.
That smell always gave her a familiar feeling, like returning to her home in the Star Dou Forest to chew grass. Once she started inhaling it, she simply could not stop.
"Wang Sheng! What's going on up ahead? Did Xiao San get into a fight with someone?"
Xiao Wu's sharp eyes spotted several work-study students from Dorm Seven squeezing out from the front lines of the spectacle. She grabbed them at once, curiously perking up her rabbit ears.
Seeing that it was their boss, Wang Sheng hurriedly wiped away his sweat and animatedly recounted everything that had just happened.
From Tang San's shameless sneak attack with a hidden weapon to Lin Nuo breaking through his defenses with a single strike and crushing him outright, he told it all with vivid detail.
"Huh? There's actually a human cub with talent even more monstrous than Xiao San's? And he took him down in one move?"
After listening to Wang Sheng's account, a huge look of astonishment flashed through Xiao Wu's eyes.
Unable to help herself, this foolish rabbit stood on tiptoe and looked over the crowd, fixing a gaze full of curiosity and scrutiny directly upon the casually standing youth at the center of the encirclement—Lin Nuo.
Yet when she clearly saw what he looked like, her entire body seemed to be struck by lightning.
Damn it? Could it be...
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