Tang Hao's body tensed at the same instant.
Then his muscles contracted, his Soul Power drew inward, and he kicked off the ground, retreating sharply.
The three movements flowed together seamlessly. By the time his heel crushed a piece of bluestone behind him and he came to a stop, he had opened a distance of five or six meters from where he had been standing.
His expression was stern, his gaze fixed on a spot less than a meter from where he had stood moments ago.
A young man had appeared there at some unknown moment.
He had black hair and a tall but not overly muscular build. His features were so ordinary that he could not be called handsome, yet neither was he ugly. Still, when put together, they gave off a comfortable feeling that made people want to look at him twice.
He wore a well-made blue-and-white fitted long robe. One hand rested behind his back, while the other had apparently just been waving to greet Tang Hao.
But because Tang Hao had suddenly leaped away, he was now tilting his head, looking at him with a puzzled expression, as though confused by how frightened he had become.
That expression clearly said, Why did you suddenly jump so far away?
Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly. His voice was low, yet filled with intimidation and vigilance. "Who are you?"
Yang Xing looked somewhat innocent as he pulled his hand from his sleeve and spread it out. "Didn't I say so just now? I came to watch my disciple train."
"Disciple?" Tang Hao muttered, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He absolutely did not believe the person before him was ordinary. As a level ninety-five Super Douluo, he also possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring from his wife, Ah Yin. Back when