Rat Douluo Takes Action, Su Chen Unlocks Second Spirit Skill.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yu Xiaogang, who had just laid back down, heard the knocking at his door.

"Who is it!?"

Outside the door, there was dead silence; not a single response came.

Yu Xiaogang frowned, forced to brace his body and climb out of bed.

Thanks to Tang Hao sealing his wounds earlier, he was at least able to stand, otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to get up.

He pulled the door open!

Yu Xiaogang peered out into the hallway, saw no one, and looked down.

He was instantly stunned!

"San."

He let out a shrill, eunuch-like cry, ignoring the throbbing pain in his lower regions.

He hurriedly crouched down and dragged Tang San, who had collapsed outside his door, into the room.

"San... San, wake up!"

After hoisting Tang San onto the wooden bed, Yu Xiaogang shook his body frantically.

Tang Hao had only just left; if he were to see his pride and joy beaten into such a miserable state, he would likely smash his skull in with the Clear Sky Hammer!

Fortunately, Tang San had only fainted from extreme agitation.

After a few violent coughs, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Su Chen! You villain! I, Tang San, will never share the same sky as you!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned gloomy instantly, realizing this matter was once again related to Su Chen.

"San, are you alright?"

Hearing his teacher's voice, Tang San snapped back to reality.

"Teacher, I am fine."

Tang San shook his head, but looking down, he realized he was lying on his teacher's bed.

He scrambled off immediately; his teacher was still recovering from injuries, and he had actually made him give up his bed—he really wasn't a good person!

"Teacher, you are injured, please lie down and rest."

Seeing his disciple show such respect for his teacher, a flash of gratification crossed Yu Xiaogang's eyes, and he took the opportunity to lie back down.

The pain in his lower regions was indeed beginning to throb again.

"San, can you tell me what happened!?"

Tang San opened his mouth, his eyes darting around, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time.

He couldn't exactly tell Yu Xiaogang that the news of him becoming a eunuch had already spread throughout Notting Academy.

To preserve his teacher's self-esteem, he could only probe tactfully: "Teacher, you are incredibly knowledgeable. Is there any kind of soul tool in this world that can record past events and project them for public viewing?"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brows, quickly searching through his "profound" knowledge base.

"Except for the ancient era, the core manufacturing methods for soul tools have long been lost. Nowadays, the major powers mostly possess storage soul tools. As for the kind of device that records images you speak of, I have never heard of such a thing."

Yu Xiaogang paused, then asked suspiciously: "Perhaps such a strange relic exists from ancient times, but San, why do you ask? And why were you found fainted outside my door?"

Tang San closed his eyes in agony, his face full of humiliation.

Recalling the uncontrollable kneeling on the playground, he wished he could crawl into a hole in the ground!

Why was he still unable to defeat that Su Chen who bullied him?

"Teacher... I lost again. Su Chen's bizarre kneeling soul skill—I couldn't break free from it at all."

Tang San recounted the events, lowering his head in shame for failing Yu Xiaogang's teachings.

He deliberately omitted the part about Su Chen exposing the recording.

Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, thought it over, and then realized with a sudden flash of insight.

"It must be a martial soul issue."

"A martial soul issue?"

"That's right, it is a martial soul issue!"

To salvage his reputation as the "invincible theorist," Yu Xiaogang began to spout nonsense without a hint of shame or a change in his expression.

"Your first martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, which is publicly acknowledged as a trash martial soul, while that brat Su Chen's martial soul is a sword! The gap in quality between the two is like heaven and earth; the disparity in martial souls naturally creates a suppressive force!"

"So, it is not that your strength is lacking, but that your martial soul is inherently inferior!"

As he said this, Yu Xiaogang had long since thrown his signature theory—"There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters"—to the back of his mind.

He was shamelessly double-standard.

Tang San finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

So, it was the quality of his martial soul that was to blame!

After finding a convenient excuse, Yu Xiaogang shifted the tone of the conversation, a sinister sneer curling the corners of his mouth.

"Little San, you don't need to blame yourself. Rest assured, someone will take care of that little beast!"

Tang San snapped his head up and blurted out, "Teacher, who are you talking about?"

Yu Xiaogang offered a mysterious smile, keeping him in suspense.

"When the time comes, you will know!"

Night fell!

Tang Hao made his move!

During the day, he had swept the entire Nuoding City with his spiritual power, confirming that there wasn't even a level-fifty Spirit King here.

Suppressing his own aura, he went straight to the outside of Dormitory Seven.

He compressed his spiritual power into a single thread and pierced it directly into Su Chen's mind.

As Su Chen slept soundly, a voice suddenly echoed in his head.

"Brat, come to the back mountain."

Su Chen's eyes snapped open. Beside him, Xiao Wu was sprawled out like an octopus.

"Brat, come out!"

The low, hoarse voice rang in Su Chen's mind once more.

A look of disdain appeared on his lips; he didn't even need to think to know who it was.

Rat Douluo.

He rolled out of bed, while everyone else in Dormitory Seven slept like the dead.

As soon as Su Chen stepped outside, he saw a black-robed figure speeding toward the back mountain.

He was really playing the part of a mysterious ghost.

With that getup, he was truly worthy of the name Rat Douluo!

He followed behind, opening his system as he walked.

His first spirit skill was indeed a powerful crowd-control ability, but facing a Title Douluo, he still lacked a sense of security.

Su Chen didn't hesitate to splurge his Abstract Points!

"4,500 Abstract Points deducted, spirit power level increased to level 20!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for unlocking the second spirit skill: Shared Adversity!"

[Shared Adversity: Absolute Defense! Any damage received will be reflected 100%! You may designate any target within fifty meters to bear the damage, or reflect it directly back to the attacker!]

Looking at the description of the spirit skill, Su Chen didn't feel the slightest bit nervous!

I ask you, who can stand against the rules?

With this shameless divine skill of absolute defense and reflection, let alone a big rat.

Even if a God King descended to the mortal realm today, they would have to cripple themselves before they could leave!

The back mountain was not far from the dormitory.

Tang Hao arrived first.

He stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from the mountain path, deliberately exuding the so-called supreme pressure of an expert.

About fifteen minutes later, Su Chen arrived at the back mountain.

At a glance, he saw the middle-aged man in the tattered cloak, striking a pose.

Tang Hao was posturing.

Unfortunately, in Su Chen's eyes, he was just an idiot.

He couldn't beat the Spirit Hall, so he came to bully a student from an elementary academy.

Sensing someone approaching, Tang Hao kept his back to Su Chen and asked, "Brat, what faction are you from?"

Su Chen, however, remained indifferent and walked forward calmly. Even though he knew Tang Hao would come looking for trouble, he still felt nothing but contempt for him in his heart.

Truth be told, he was truly a member of the Tang family; they were all cut from the same cloth. When the young one couldn't win, the old one came out—a masterclass in shamelessness.

"I say, mister, what business do you have calling someone out to the middle of nowhere in the dead of night?"

Su Chen yawned lazily as he spoke.

Faced with Su Chen's insolence, a flash of intense killing intent crossed Tang Hao's eyes.

Did you really think that having a few bizarre soul skills would allow you to walk sideways across the Douluo Continent?

"Little brat, you might not know much about me."

"Perhaps you still don't understand what kind of existence is standing before you." Tang Hao slowly turned around, his soul rings descending from above his head.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Nine dazzling soul rings rose in sequence, pulsing wildly.

Especially that final, blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

The moment it appeared, the surrounding air twisted violently.

A violent aura forced the trees across the mountain to bow their heads!

"Now, I will ask you one more time."

Tang Hao looked down at Su Chen from his superior position, like a god gazing upon an ant.

"Which faction do you come from?"

He could hardly wait to see this little brat who had bullied his son trembling in fear and kneeling to beg for mercy under his pressure!