I Am Vengeful

Sorry!

Secretly apologizing, Naruto faced the familiar teachers and Principal Fuqi, assuming a stance and lowering his center of gravity, his hands hidden beneath his pitch-black cloak as he formed seals.

Body Flicker Technique!

A reward he had obtained within the last four years.

With his spirit power stimulating the muscles in his calves, Naruto stomped down hard. His figure turned illusory once more, and the gravel-covered ground beneath his feet shattered into spiderweb-like cracks.

Accompanied by the ground's shrill groan, Naruto shot forward like a bolt of black lightning!

The terrifying speed caused the group before him to take a half-step back in unison, gasping in shock.

Principal Fuqi stomped his feet into the earth, his fourth spirit ring flickering. As a defense-type Spirit Master, he locked his gaze onto the figure before him and shouted to the others behind him, turning his head slightly.

"Watch out! The opponent is an agility-attack Spirit Master!"

No sooner had the words left his lips, the black lightning in his peripheral vision vanished. Principal Fuqi whipped his head around in sudden, chilling alarm, but before he could locate the figure, the hair all over his body stood on end.

Behind him?

When did he get there!?

In his perception, a powerful source of spirit power surged behind him, and Principal Fuqi turned around in terror.

Reflected in his pupils, the cloaked stranger held his arm high, a cerulean sphere of spirit power rotating at high speed and whipping up layers of air currents.

Not a martial soul?

No spirit ring appeared beneath his feet, and it wasn't a spirit skill? Is this a self-created spirit skill?

Principal Fuqi's brain raced, but it was already too late to react. The stranger swung his arm down, and the azure orb of light slammed heavily into the giant golden bell of light.

BOOM!

With a deafening roar, the golden bell shattered instantly. Principal Fuqi was blown away by the shockwave, flying back several meters before crashing to the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth; he had no strength left to fight.

The surrounding Spirit Grandmaster teachers were stunned. If even the Spirit Ancestor-level principal was defeated in a single blow, what chance did they have?

Their morale shattered, and they retreated several steps.

The stranger scanned left and right, ignoring the crowd entirely. He bypassed their defensive line and lunged straight toward the teaching building.

Who on earth is this?

What is his goal?

Principal Fuqi clutched his heaving chest as he was helped into a sitting position, his eyes filled with confusion. The opponent had held back in that last strike—was his target not this academy?

Then what was it?

Just as he was puzzled, the stranger's actions provided the answer.

The stranger stepped onto the wall, sprinting without pause as if walking on flat ground. His target was clear: he was charging straight at the terrified Tang San and Yu Xiaogang behind the window.

"San, run! His target is me!"

Yu Xiaogang turned back and shouted at Tang San beside him!

He finally grasped the source of the inexplicable familiarity in his mind—this spirit power was too similar! The opponent was definitely linked to Bibi Dong, and his target was none other than him!

"Teacher!"

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot. He gripped the Master's hand tightly, trying to drag his teacher away.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and used all his strength to shove Tang San aside. Tang San stumbled back several meters and fell to the ground. Just as he was about to rise, he saw the blood-red god of death, radiating heavy killing intent, arrive outside the window behind his teacher!

BANG!

The window behind him shattered, and Yu Xiaogang caught a glimpse of the shards flying past him.

In that moment, the flow of time seemed to slow. Nodding slightly at his disciple and leaving behind a faint smile, Yu Xiaogang felt a wave of sorrow in his heart.

Dong'er... between you and me... how did it come to this...

Amidst his mournful sigh, Yu Xiaogang threw his arms wide and turned decisively to lunge at the man!

He could die, but he would never let Dong'er harm his disciple!

THUD!

It was like a speeding truck hitting a stray dog on the side of the road.

The stranger did not slow down; he didn't even spare a glance for Yu Xiaogang, his eyes fixed solely on Tang San!

Yu Xiaogang, blocking the path, provided nothing but emotional value to Tang San; he served no other purpose. The ignored god of death collided with him, sending him flying into a bookshelf, where he was buried under a pile of books.

Naruto extended his arm, the cerulean orb of light igniting and illuminating the studio!

Rasengan!

Tang San, who had not yet managed to rise, froze in place. The azure sphere of light in his pupils expanded rapidly, the resulting shockwave whipping his hair, yet his body was unable to react.

The gap in strength between the two was too vast; even if he used his Hammer Spirit, it would be of no use!

If this continued... he would...

Die!

Bang!

The sky seemed to be torn asunder, a faint rumble of thunder streaking across the horizon, though no one present noticed it now. Everyone on the scene looked up in unison toward the unremarkable teaching building.

The top few floors of the building, along with the roof, exploded violently. Thick smoke billowed, and scattered debris rained down, creating a light shower over the training grounds.

Is... it over?

The same thought flashed through the minds of everyone present.

"Sigh..."

From the studio, now reduced to ruins, came a helpless, lingering sigh.

Tang San coughed repeatedly as he leaned over. Looking up, he saw a tall figure draped in a tattered cloak standing before him like a mountain amidst the slowly dissipating smoke and dust.

Beams of sunlight filtered through the gaps and holes in the ruins, backlighting the figure and making it difficult for Tang San to see clearly, but the connection in his blood told him the answer.

"Dad?"

Tang Hao merely glanced back at Tang San.

Confirming he was unharmed, he turned his head, his gaze fierce as he looked at the assassin before him.

The man stood swaying, his face full of regret. Looking down, one could see that his right arm and half of his chest had vanished under Tang Hao's previous punch.

The man should have been dead, yet not a drop of blood flowed from the wound.

Was he like a ghost?

Tang Hao frowned. Without even summoning his spirit, he crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the man with an arrogant, condescending glance. "Kid! Who are you? Why do you seek to harm my son for no reason?"

"What are you pretending for? If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a good person."

Naruto sneered, staring fearlessly at Tang Hao, who was as sturdy as a bear, while struggling to maintain his stance.

On the other side, Tang Hao's brow furrowed even tighter. He silently recalled the people he had provoked in the past, but no one like this came to mind; perhaps he was the descendant of someone...

But Tang Hao shook his head, too lazy to dwell on such meaningless matters.

He reached out, intending to crush the man to death.

Swish!

Tang Hao's eyes widened slightly.

He saw several cold, piercing glints shoot from Naruto's hands, flying in every direction!

Naruto's fingers twitched, and several thin steel wires suddenly pulled taut, tracing a graceful arc through the air as they whistled toward Tang San behind Tang Hao!

Shurikenjutsu!

Clatter!

A cold glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, his hands moving so fast they left afterimages in Naruto's vision.

In an instant, the dozens of kunai and shuriken in the air vanished without a trace, leaving only Tang Hao's fist, which crunched as he squeezed it, and metal filings leaking from between his fingers.

So this is a Douluo...

Seeing such a boring trick, Tang Hao tilted his head and scoffed.

"Still not giving up?"

"Can't help it, I'm the type who holds a grudge."

Naruto smiled as well, continuing to pull the steel wires dangling from his fingers.

Tang Hao's gaze was grim, yet it hid a playful undertone.

Just as he waited to see what other tricks the man had, the smile on his face suddenly froze, his pupils shrinking to the size of needles. He saw a fire ignite inexplicably on the man's body, and a bright red character for "Explode" appeared beneath Naruto's cloak.

This is...

BOOM!!

It was like a cataclysm!

The residents of Nuoding City ducked and cried out, fleeing in all directions while looking around, finally spotting the rising fireball from afar.

As the roaring sound ceased, the crowd began to chatter incessantly.

"What was that?"

"Whose house collapsed?"

"Are Douluo fighting?"

In the chaotic crowd, Naruto, who had stopped to receive the memories of his Shadow Clone, shook his head with slight regret. He adjusted the pack on his back and turned to run toward the city gate.

Time to bolt! Time to bolt!