Using Oscar as a Shield

"You haven't suffered any losses, so must you really push us to the brink of extinction?"

Flender clenched his fists tightly, staring at the two men.

He secretly maintained the circulation of his Soul Power, ready to bolt at any moment.

The Thin Tall Man merely smiled slightly upon hearing this.

"You came knocking on our door yourselves; how could we not fulfill your wishes?"

The Round-faced Bearded Man also chimed in with a laugh.

"Your good brother is already dead, so what meaning is there in you living on alone?"

Upon hearing this, Oscar's pupils shrank violently.

So it was true, Teacher Zhao Wuji was already dead.

He didn't understand; they had been doing just fine in Suotuo City.

Why did they have to come to this godforsaken place?

And now look at this.

Fatty and Teacher Zhao Wuji were dead.

Although he and Flender weren't dead yet, death seemed to be drawing near for them as well.

Flender gritted his teeth and glared at them.

"You had better think this through."

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

"Xiaogang and I are brothers who have shared life and death."

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

The Thin Tall Man and his companion were both stunned.

The son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect Master?

What kind of joke was this?

How could the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect Master be hiding away in such a desolate, godforsaken place?

Furthermore...

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

Didn't he say he had toyed with Tang San's teacher?

The Round-faced Bearded Man was also bewildered; that old geezer was actually Yu Yuanzhen's son?

That couldn't be possible, right?

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

The man didn't look particularly young, either.

As he pondered, he suddenly recalled that Yu Yuanzhen did indeed have a good-for-nothing son.

It had caused quite a stir back in the day.

Thinking of this, the Round-faced Bearded Man couldn't help but cast an inquiring look at the Thin Tall Man.

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

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

He had already finished off one of their people.

Moreover, they had already tormented Tang San and his master quite severely.

A blood feud had already been forged.

It was impossible to resolve it simply by letting the people before them go.

Since that was the case, they had no choice but to finish what they started.

Without any hesitation, the Thin Tall Man's figure suddenly lunged forward.

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

The man had not yet arrived, and the spear had not yet reached its target, but a cold, sharp glint had already pierced through the air.

Flender felt the hair on his entire body stand on end.

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

He threw him out with a violent shove.

Oscar's eyes widened in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

Flender was actually using him as a human shield?

"Flender, you... Pfft!"

Before Oscar could finish his curse, the cold, sharp spear had already pierced through his chest.

His body stiffened involuntarily, the words already on the tip of his tongue instantly choked back.

Pain! Such intense pain!

He endured the agony and turned his head to look behind him, but where was there any trace of Flender?

In that very instant.

Flender had already surged into the sky, vanishing into the darkness.

"Pfft!"

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

"Hrrk... hrrk..."

Bubbles of blood continuously welled up from his mouth, his eyes, gradually losing their luster, wide open and staring fixedly at the endless night sky.

"Tsk, tsk..."

The Round-faced Bearded Man walked over to the Thin Tall Man's side, shaking his head repeatedly as he looked at Oscar's corpse.

"That dog, he's truly ruthless."

"Using a little brat as a human shield—even if it were me, I might not have been able to bring myself to do it."

The Thin Tall Man couldn't help but shake his head as well.

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

The Round-faced Bearded Man asked.

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

"Killing them or not doesn't matter much; escaping is what's important."

Yu Yuanzhen might already be on his way here.

Every second they delayed, the danger increased.

To risk the lives of the two brothers for the sake of a few pieces of trash.

It wasn't worth it.

After Yu Xiaogang and Tang San left the hotel, they did not return to Nuoding Academy, but instead used the Martial Soul Hall Elder token to force the city gates open.

Nuoding Academy was not safe.

Who knew if those two fellows would go to Nuoding Academy to look for them?

The most urgent priority was to find Tang Hao.

Right now, only Tang Hao could provide Yu Xiaogang with even a shred of security.

As for Flender...

He would have to pray for his own luck; after all, Yu Xiaogang couldn't even guarantee his own safety right now.

Brothers or whatever—how could they be more important than his own life?

If Flender died, he would simply mobilize all his connections to hunt those two damned fellows down and avenge him.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

Tang San's face was full of confusion; why did it feel like this was the road 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 a secret anymore.

"What?"

Tang San looked sharply at Yu Xiaogang, his face full of disbelief.

His teacher actually knew where his father was.

And his father was actually at home, less than twenty or thirty miles away.

Then what were all the hardships he had suffered these past few days?

If he had called his father sooner, would he have had to suffer so much?

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression turned slightly awkward.

He certainly bore a great deal of responsibility for things turning out this way.

But he hadn't wanted this either.

Who could have guessed that the other side would be able to summon a Spirit Douluo?

If he had known earlier...

How could he have possibly let Flender and Zhao Wuji take such a risk?

"Your father didn't want me to tell you, and I didn't anticipate that the other side could bring in a Spirit Douluo, so I didn't ask your father to come."

Tang San tightened his fists and ultimately chose silence.

Since the matter had already occurred, there was no point in dwelling on it.

Although these past few days had been bitter and arduous, at least he was still alive, wasn't he?

As for Zhao Wuji...

He wasn't particularly close to him anyway, so if he was dead, then so be it; he would just avenge him later.

However, through this series of events, he realized that the teacher he had apprenticed himself to didn't seem to have a single reliable bone in his body, aside from his academic knowledge.

Once he saw his father, he would have to have a serious talk with him about this situation.

Setting everything else aside, he at least needed to keep track of his father's whereabouts; otherwise, a similar situation might very well play out again in the future.

On the other side.

Ignoring the risk of his injuries worsening, Flender flew all the way back to Nuoding Academy.

He didn't rush to the dormitories, but instead went straight to the academy's infirmary.

Those two fellows were very likely to pursue him.

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

"Bang!"

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

"Where is everyone?"

The healing Spirit Master hired by the academy walked out of a room with a dark expression.

"What the h—"

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

Good grief, what was going on today?

First, a student had been burned beyond recognition, and now a teacher had been beaten into a critical state.

And if he remembered correctly.

This fellow named Flender was supposed to be a Spirit Saint, right?