Taking Oscar's Place to Block the Spear

"You haven't suffered any losses. Do you really have to wipe us out?"

Flender clenched both fists and fixed his gaze on the two men.

He secretly kept his Soul Power circulating, ready to flee at any moment.

At his words, the Thin Tall Man merely smiled faintly.

"You came looking for us. How could we possibly deny you the favor?"

The Round-faced Bearded Man smiled as he added, "Your good brother is already dead. What meaning is there in living on your own?"

Oscar's pupils abruptly contracted.

Sure enough, Teacher Zhao Wuji was already dead.

He couldn't understand it. They had been doing perfectly well in Suotuo City.

Why had they come to this godforsaken place?

Well, this was just great.

Fatty and Teacher Zhao Wuji were dead.

Flender and he were still alive, but it seemed they weren't far from death either.

Flender gritted his teeth and glared at them.

"You'd better think this through."

"Yu Xiaogang, Tang San's teacher, is the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's sect master."

"Xiao Gang and I are brothers who've risked our lives for each other."

"If you kill me, can the two of you bear the consequences?"

The Thin Tall Man and his companion both froze.

The son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's sect master?

What a joke.

How could the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's sect master be holed up in a godforsaken place like this?

And besides...

The Thin Tall Man glanced sideways at the Round-faced Bearded Man, confusion filling his eyes.

Hadn't he said he'd had his way with Tang San's teacher?

The Round-faced Bearded Man was just as dumbfounded. That old geezer was actually Yu Yuanzhen's son?

That couldn't be right, could it?

How could a disciple of the mighty Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect be so weak?

The man looked rather old, too.

As he thought it over, he suddenly remembered that Yu Yuanzhen did seem to have a useless son.

There had been quite a stir about it back then.

The Round-faced Bearded Man looked at the Thin Tall Man, seeking his opinion.

It was as if he were asking, "What do we do?"

A dangerous glint flashed in the depths of the Thin Tall Man's eyes.

He had already taken out one of their enemies.

And the two brothers had put Tang San and his teacher through the wringer.

They had already forged a blood feud.

Letting the man in front of them go wouldn't make that feud disappear.

Since that was the case, they might as well finish the job.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Thin Tall Man suddenly lunged forward.

As he charged, his Martial Soul appeared in his hand.

He hadn't reached them, and his spear hadn't arrived, but its icy gleam had already torn through the air.

Flender felt every hair on his body stand on end.

The fear of death washed over him, and he instinctively grabbed Oscar by the shoulder.

Then he hurled him forward.

Oscar's eyes flew wide, disbelief written all over his face.

Flender had actually used him to block the spear?

"Flender, you... Pfft!"

Oscar's curse had barely left his mouth when the icy spear pierced straight through his chest.

His body stiffened, and the words already at the tip of his tongue were cut short.

It hurt! It hurt so much!

He forced himself through the pain and turned to look behind him, but Flender was nowhere to be seen.

In that brief instant,

Flender had already soared into the sky and vanished into the darkness.

"Pfft!"

The Thin Tall Man pulled out his spear, and Oscar's body crumpled to the ground.

"Guh... guh..."

Bubbles of blood kept rising from his mouth. His eyes, gradually losing their light, remained wide open, fixed on the endless night sky.

"Tsk, tsk..."

The Round-faced Bearded Man came over to the Thin Tall Man and shook his head as he looked at Oscar's corpse.

"That bastard's heart is made of stone."

"Using a kid to block a spear? Even I'm not sure I could do that."

The Thin Tall Man couldn't help shaking his head, too.

"Should we go take a look at Nuoding Academy? They might've gone back there."

The Round-faced Bearded Man asked.

The Thin Tall Man looked in the direction of Nuoding Academy and shook his head.

"It wouldn't make much difference whether we killed them. Getting away is what matters."

Yu Yuanzhen might already be on his way here.

Every second they wasted meant another second of danger.

Risking their lives for a few useless fools wasn't worth it.

After Yu Xiaogang and Tang San left the hotel, they didn't return to Nuoding Academy. Instead, they used the Spirit Hall Elder Token to have the city gates opened.

Nuoding Academy wasn't safe.

Who knew whether those two men might come looking for them there?

Their most urgent task was to ask Tang Hao for help.

At this point, only Tang Hao could give Yu Xiaogang even the slightest sense of security.

As for Flender...

He could only hope for the best. After all, Flender couldn't even guarantee his own safety right now.

What mattered more than his own life, even a brother's?

If Flender died, he'd use every connection he had to find those two bastards and avenge him.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

Tang San looked confused. Why did it feel like they were heading back to Holy Soul Village?

"To Holy Soul Village, to find your father."

At a time like this, Yu Xiaogang couldn't be bothered to keep it from him.

"What?"

Tang San whipped his head toward Yu Xiaogang, his face full of disbelief.

His teacher actually knew where his father was.

And his father was right at home, only twenty or thirty li away.

Then what had all his suffering these past few days been for?

If they'd called his father sooner, would Tang San have had to go through so much?

Yu Xiaogang looked somewhat awkward at the sight of him.

He did bear a great deal of responsibility for how things had turned out.

But it wasn't as though he'd wanted this.

Who could have guessed that the other side would bring in a Soul Douluo?

If he'd known...

How could he have let Flender and Zhao Wuji take that risk?

"Your father didn't want me to tell you. Besides, I never expected them to find a Soul Douluo, so I didn't ask your father to come."

Tang San clenched his fists, but in the end he chose to stay silent.

What had happened had happened. There was no point saying more.

These past few days had been bloody and bitter, but at least he was still alive, wasn't he?

As for Zhao Wuji...

They weren't even close. So he was dead. Tang San could avenge him later.

But after everything that had happened, Tang San realized that aside from his knowledge, there didn't seem to be a single thing about his teacher he could rely on.

After seeing his father, he'd have to discuss this with him properly.

Whatever else, he at least needed to know where his father was. Otherwise, something like this might happen again.

Meanwhile,

Flender risked aggravating his injuries as he flew all the way back to Nuoding Academy.

He didn't hurry to the dormitory. Instead, he went straight to the academy infirmary.

Those two men might well come after him.

Only by stabilizing his injuries first would he have the strength to keep running if they caught up.

"Bang!"

Flender kicked open the infirmary door and began shouting the moment he entered.

"Where is everyone?"

The healing Spirit Master hired by the academy came out of a room, his face dark.

"You son of a—"

The healing Spirit Master was about to curse, but Flender's blood-soaked appearance startled him.

Good grief, what was going on today?

First, a student had been burned beyond recognition, and now a teacher had been beaten half to death.

And if he remembered correctly,

this man named Flender was a Spirit Saint, wasn't he?