Tang Hao, Who Lacks Martial Virtue

Chu Men had been on the Douluo Continent for less than three months, yet his spirit power had soared from level ten all the way to level forty-one, all thanks to the brutal training from Dean Liu Erlong and the special effects of the Inversion Pen!

Unless the damage he received exceeded his body's upper limit, the harder you hit him, the stronger he became!

"Cough, cough, senior... damn it!"

Chu Men wanted to spout some trash talk to stall for time, but he hadn't expected Tang Hao to ignore all sense of martial honor; without even summoning his martial soul, he closed the distance and threw a punch.

The terrifying wind pressure was countless times stronger than anything Liu Erlong could muster. Even though Chu Men was agile and dodged in time, he was still sent flying.

Damn it!

He hadn't been hit head-on, but even a glancing blow had caused Chu Men's spirit power to jump up a notch!

That's right, a whole notch!

Chu Men glanced at his injured body; the bones and organs on his left side were recovering rapidly.

The powerful impact had transformed into potent nourishment. As his spirit power rose, the pain of his muscles and bones being reshaped turned into an endless stream of pleasure!

"Damn! Good thing I dodged a bit; that old bastard nearly shattered me with one punch!

At least that woman Liu Erlong is easy on the eyes when she beats me, but you, you rough old man, you're only fit to help me level up my spirit power!"

He cursed in his heart, but his body was honest as he lay on the ground.

Taking advantage of the roiling blood in his body, Chu Men deliberately forced a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth.

He clutched his injured area with a pained expression, his breathing shallow, as if he were about to kick the bucket in the next second.

Unfortunately, the black silk mask on his face greatly limited the performance of his acting skills.

But the plan remained the same: everything was for the sake of stalling for time!

Sure enough, Tang Hao didn't continue to pay attention to this insignificant Spirit Ancestor who had taken his full-force punch and collapsed while vomiting blood.

In his eyes, this was already a dead man!

All his attention was focused on the sack containing Xiao Wu.

The value of a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast far exceeded that of a masked kidnapper!

In the livestream, Lin Xiaoyu watched this "crisp and clean" action scene, dumbfounded.

Although the scene was dim, the actor's performance was spot on!

The chat was flooded with all sorts of speculations regarding the identities of the kidnapper and the newcomer, and the number of viewers online had successfully broken through the one-million mark!

Just as Tang Hao took a step forward, the surrounding breeze suddenly stagnated, and the rustling of the leaves came to an abrupt halt.

A strange silence permeated the woods.

Chu Men's face lit up with joy—it was here!

Right on time!

Tang Hao frowned deeply, then let out a violent roar, and a blood-colored ring of light spread out from beneath his feet.

God of Slaughter Domain!

However, it only expanded less than three feet before it was trapped in place by another invisible domain force, unable to advance an inch.

Immediately following, an even more dazzling light pierced through the heavy night.

A gold and a silver ring appeared in the air, and at the same time, a massive chrysanthemum drifted down from the sky!

Chrysanthemum Douluo!

Two-Level Stasis Domain!

"Spirit Hall!" Tang Hao's expression darkened.

Seeing this, the chat, which had been arguing incessantly just a moment ago, immediately locked onto the identities of the characters on screen!

[A gold and a silver ring, the Two-Level Stasis Domain!]

[That blood-colored ring must be the God of Slaughter Domain! The one Tang Hao obtained through the Hell Road!]

[I'm stunned, the production value of this murder mystery game is way too high! The actor playing Tang Hao has truly acted out that decadence and dominance to the extreme!]

[I told you this old man was Tang Hao; besides him, who else would be secretly watching Xiao Wu?]

[Kidnapping Xiao Wu and then running straight into Tang Hao—this script is wild!]

As for Lin Xiaoyu, she was captivated by the special effects technology in this strange livestream; her expression gradually turned serious, and a glimmer of curiosity shone in her eyes.

Just at this moment.

The two gold and silver halos in the sky suddenly exploded, and two figures emerged in mid-air.

"Tang Hao, long time no see."

As petals rained down from the sky, the effeminate voice was filled with murderous intent!

Ghost Douluo's figure vanished as the light of the Two-Level Stasis Domain flared brilliantly, on the verge of completely encircling the God of Slaughter Domain.

Taking advantage of this moment while Tang Hao was distracted by Spirit Hall, Truman, who had been feigning death, sprang to his feet!

He streaked past the edge of the God of Slaughter Domain, snatched up his sack, and turned to flee!

His hands were far from idle; he dumped out his entire stockpile of homemade flashbangs, smoke grenades, and jamming devices accumulated over the past few days.

The scene was instantly choked with smoke, from which various distorted shadows emerged, accompanied by a series of ear-piercing explosions.

Even in broad daylight, these would have provided decent interference, let alone on a moonless night.

Truman's speed was pushed to the absolute limit, the sack on his shoulder feeling as light as a feather.

Even so, the commotion of Truman's escape still alerted Tang Hao.

Clear Sky Hammer!

Even a hasty strike was enough to briefly tear through the Two-Level Stasis Domain.

It was truly worthy of being the strongest tool-type martial soul; even at the end of his rope, the blow remained heavy and powerful!

The tortoise-shell defensive soul tool on Truman's back shattered instantly, and he was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood, yet his level rose to 42 as a result!

My life-saving tortoise shell!

Truman's heart was bleeding!

The audience in the live stream, however, was in a frenzy!

[That hammer strike was thrilling!]

[The most powerful martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer—truly terrifying!]

[Where is the original channel? I want to follow!]

Lin Xiaoyu looked at the live stream's online viewer count, which had already exceeded two million, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This had already shattered the all-time record for "Xiaoyu's Xiaoxiang Pavilion" this year!

In the dim screen on the right—

Truman did not look back at the battlefield between Tang Hao and the two Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluos, but instead wove through the tree branches at top speed.

In this place, staying even one second longer would be an act of gross irresponsibility toward his own life!

After escaping the forest, Truman ran against the wind while pulling out a motorized hang glider.

An essential piece of gear for traveling and fleeing!

He injected soul power into it and soared into the air.

The snow-white glider vanished into the pitch-black sky like a paper airplane.

Praise this moonless night!

[Is that a hang glider? It looks incredibly cool!]

[It's pitch black; the production crew's lighting is a huge problem.]

[It's probably special effects. If those petals from earlier were real effects, the cost would be sky-high in the daytime!]

High in the sky late at night, the wind was biting.

Truman finally caught his breath, secured the sack, and opened his system panel.

On his personal information interface, his title was Soul Ancestor, and his level was 42.

Switching to the live streaming interface, he was stunned.

Douluo Live Streaming System (Time Elapsed: 3 days, 18 hours)
Live Room: The Truman Show
Followers: 8,100
Online Viewers: 9,527
Streaming Points: 5,050
Linked User: Lin Xiaoyu

Truman's eyes lit up:

"Yo, the follower and viewer counts have finally broken into the thousands. Not easy!

"With points, I can buy goods from the real world. Once I use those points to modify them into soul tools and flip them, a soul tool empire won't be a dream!

"Linked user, Lin Xiaoyu? Isn't this Miss Lin? No wonder there was no movement for days, but suddenly so many followers today.

"I'll definitely have to thank her when I get the chance!

"How about sending her a couple of soul tools?"

Truman thought happily, reaching up to pull off his mask to reveal a handsome face, enjoying the caress of the night breeze.

He failed to notice, however, a faint, blood-red mark on the back of his bodysuit.

It was left behind by Tang Hao's hammer—an aura belonging exclusively to the God of Slaughter Domain!