Tang San Secretly Learned, Then Got Caught

Inside Spirit Hall's Worship Hall, the atmosphere grew even more oppressive, like a frozen, icy pool.

The gathered worshippers all looked up at the scene of the Ichiraku Ramen Shop on the Sky Screen. Seeing how familiar and at ease Dugu Bo and Yu Zhi were with each other, without the slightest hint of estrangement, every one of their expressions turned uglier than the last.

Qian Daoliu could no longer maintain his usual detached bearing. His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with disbelief as he spoke in a low voice. "Dugu Bo... had secretly joined Spirit Hall long ago?"

Anger and resentment churned within him.

Not long ago, in order to pave the way for Yu Zhi and give him enough confidence to establish himself in the dungeon, the Worship Hall had paid an incalculable price.

Only now did he realize that Bibi Dong had been laying out this scheme in secret from beginning to end, keeping the Worship Hall in the dark and playing them for fools. How could Qian Daoliu possibly accept that?

"Bibi Dong! I will never rest until one of us is dead!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo could no longer suppress the fury in his chest. His roar made the entire hall hum and tremble.

To make this happen, he had sacrificed the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone he had treasured. Looking back on it now, he only felt that he had suffered a ridiculous loss, having been led around by the nose.

That Spirit Bone had come from the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Golden Crocodile King, which Qian Daoliu's father had helped him kill!

By the rules of Soul Masters on the continent, it should have belonged to Qian Daoliu's father.

But it had been given to him. He had been reluctant to absorb it himself and had wanted to save it for someone with greater talent!

Thus, that Spirit Bone belonged jointly to the Worship Hall, under the control of both him and Qian Daoliu!

At the side, Guang Ling Douluo looked awkward beyond measure. He hunched his shoulders, his face full of embarrassment, and tried to smooth things over in a small voice. "Big Brother, Second Brother, at least... with Dugu Bo's help, Yu Zhi's chances of success in the dungeon have indeed increased quite a bit..."

The moment he said it, even he felt ashamed.

Back then, he had been the one who kept persuading Golden Crocodile, saying that the Ninjutsu of the Naruto Continent was worth far more than a Spirit Bone and that there was no need to fuss over temporary gains and losses.

He had also strongly urged Qian Daoliu, praising Yu Zhi's exceptional talent and immense fortune, saying that Yu Zhi was an excellent match for Qian Renxue and that they could consider it an early investment in their future grandson-in-law.

Looking back now, he realized that he had been dragged into the scheme from start to finish, becoming an accomplice while remaining completely in the dark.

Guang Ling silently went mad and cursed in his heart, That damned Yu Zhi! You all teamed up to screw me over!

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile turned their heads at the same time. Two fierce gazes fixed directly on Guang Ling, making him so uncomfortable that he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Everyone understood the logic. Dugu Bo joining Spirit Hall truly benefited Spirit Hall's overall situation.

But the problem was that Bibi Dong had arranged it privately while concealing it from the Worship Hall, causing the two worshippers to pay a huge price for nothing and making it clear that they had been thoroughly played.

The two old men were both holding back a bellyful of anger, silently grumbling to themselves:

Young people had no martial virtue!

They specifically came to deceive and ambush two old men like us!

Their consciences had been eaten by dogs!

After a long while, Qian Daoliu suppressed the raging fire in his heart. The calm composure he had cultivated for a century was completely gone as he gritted his teeth and spoke in a low, harsh voice:

"Yu Zhi, you brat had better bring back a Ninjutsu opportunity from the dungeon!"

"If you return empty-handed, this old man would not mind giving you a proper taste of the true might of the Angel God!"

Meanwhile, different events unfolded across the five scenes on the Sky Screen, and the attention of the people across the continent was soon firmly drawn to Tang San's screen.

"Look over there! Tang San seems to have gotten into a conflict with someone!"

"How did trouble break out the moment he was teleported in? He has barely landed, so how did a fight erupt this quickly?"

Amid the noisy discussion, the view shifted to Tang San's perspective.

The instant he landed in the dungeon world, Tang San's robes had automatically adapted to the clothing style of the Naruto Continent, without the slightest sense of mismatch.

He carefully surveyed his surroundings. Beneath his feet was a broad, level clearing, while rows of wooden targets stood in the distance.

"Looks like this should be a training ground."

Tang San immediately made his judgment. He remained on guard as Soul Power quietly circulated through him, ready to deal with any sudden change.

Just then, a series of deep, powerful thudding sounds came from nearby.

Tang San, who had spent years studying hidden weapons and throwing techniques, was especially sensitive to such sounds.

A glint flashed through his eyes, and he recognized it at once!

Someone was throwing hidden weapons and striking targets.

The repeated thuds of kunai hitting their targets instantly stirred the deepest obsession in Tang San's heart.

The others at Shrek said that the Naruto Continent's hidden weapon techniques were like mine? Today, I will show them all what true Tang Sect Hidden Weapons are!

With that thought, Tang San concealed his presence and quietly followed the sounds. Before long, he reached a hidden corner of the training ground.

In the field stood a youth who appeared to be only around nine years old, continuously flipping the ninja's distinctive kunai through his hands.

He was no longer satisfied with simple straight-line throws. Instead, he controlled the kunai to collide with one another in midair, changing direction through ricochet after ricochet along tricky, bizarre paths before precisely striking the distant bullseye.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, his heart filled with disbelief.

How is that possible? There is actually a throwing technique that uses force to redirect itself like this?

After his shock, he immediately realized keenly that if such a technique were incorporated into Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, his combat ability with hidden weapons would undoubtedly soar.

He immediately activated his Purple Demon Eye, fixing his gaze tightly on every exertion of force, every twist of the wrist, and every movement of the boy's fingertips, silently breaking down the principles behind them.

"So that is how he applies force... using collisions to alter the trajectory... there is actually such an approach."

He was completely absorbed in watching, but before long, Uchiha Shisui had already stopped throwing his kunai. His cool gaze turned directly toward where Tang San was hiding.

Before Tang San could even begin to wonder, a clear voice carrying a hint of displeasure rang out.

"Friend, secretly hiding in the shadows to learn the Uchiha Clan's throwing techniques seems rather impolite, does it not?"

Tang San's heart tightened. I was discovered!

But upon hearing the words "secretly learn," Tang San immediately grew somewhat annoyed. He simply stopped hiding, walked out slowly, and spoke with an indifferent expression.

"What secret learning? I merely happened to pass by. Besides, your technique looks flashy and impractical. It has hardly any actual combat use at all."

Those words instantly ignited Shisui's anger.

His temperament had always been gentle, and he rarely lost his temper. Yet Tang San's shameless sophistry made his brows draw tight.

"What a coincidence! This is the Uchiha Exclusive Training Ground. How could an outsider like you possibly happen to pass by? And you even insult my technique. You are truly shameless!"

Seeing that his opponent was only a youth, Tang San could not help feeling a measure of contempt. He calmly proposed:

"How about we make a bet and spar right here?"

"If I win, you will let me watch your complete set of throwing techniques. If you win, I will teach you my exclusive Tang Sect Hidden Weapons techniques."

Shisui was so angry that he nearly laughed. The other party had clearly been secretly stealing his techniques, yet Tang San was still brazen enough to propose a wager. He was truly thick-skinned and shameless.

His gaze abruptly turned serious. "For the Uchiha Clan's honor, I will teach you a proper lesson today!"

A gleam flashed through Tang San's eyes. Out of habit, he assumed the formal stance of a Soul Master duel and spoke in a deep voice:

"Tang San, level twenty-nine control-system Soul Master, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass!"

Afraid that the other party might back out, he hurriedly assumed a combat stance!

Shisui was secretly puzzled. A fight is a fight. Why announce your own name and reveal your personal information? That is far too stupid, isn't it?

But out of respect for his opponent, he still spoke solemnly:

"Uchiha Shisui, Martial Soul: Sharingan! Level thirty-five!"