Faced with such a crisis, Tang San immediately used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, darting away like a ghost.
He was just about to escape the range of Heavenly Gauze Twin Covers.
But somehow, a banana peel appeared beneath his foot. He stepped on it and performed a perfect face-first skid for Bu Le.
Tang San got up with a pained expression. His nose was bleeding, and one of his front teeth had been knocked out.
The taste of blood spread through his mouth.
He was furious!
Ever since he met Qin Jiuxiao, it was as if a jinx had attached itself to him. He could even choke on his own spit.
Now he was trapped inside such an embarrassing Martial Soul, with that sleazy man across from him witnessing his humiliating blunder firsthand.
He was a reincarnator, the chosen one.
He was destined to reach the peak one day.
He absolutely couldn't let any disgraceful rumors cling to his name.
That sleazy bastard had chosen the Path to Death!
"Ha ha ha ha! Even Heaven thinks you're no good. It's gone out of its way to help me!"
Bu Le laughed loudly and strode toward Tang San, cracking his knuckles.
As he drew nearer, the murderous intent in Tang San's eyes grew more and more restrained.
His right hand instinctively reached for Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlight Night at his waist, pulling out several steel needles.
"Go to hell!"
When Bu Le was less than five meters away, Tang San used Soul Power to propel the needles toward his throat, heart, and other weak points.
Bu Le was startled.
The needles whistled through the air, their killing intent bearing down on him.
He instinctively used a Soul Skill.
"Second Soul Skill: Dark Night Eighteen Touches!"
A yellow Soul Ring lit up around him. The next moment, Bu Le's body transformed into a wisp of black smoke and vanished into the night.
Not only that, the black smoke gradually spread until it completely covered the range of Heavenly Gauze Twin Covers.
"Who would've thought you were the type to play the underdog, kid?"
"But if you think you can kill me, you've got a long way to go."
Bu Le burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the space.
The black smoke slowly turned into a viscous, black liquid. Within it, Tang San felt his movements restricted.
It was as if his body were wrapped in slime.
Tang San's eyes instantly shone purple as he activated Purple Demon Eye.
He quickly spotted Bu Le's figure.
But his battle experience kept him from giving himself away. Instead, he waited for Bu Le to approach, planning to finish him off with a Hidden Weapon at the last moment.
Bu Le seemed very confident in his Soul Skill. He let down his guard and came right up to Tang San.
He was just about to teach Tang San a lesson when Tang San suddenly raised his head and looked at him.
"This time, I won't miss!"
Tang San growled and swept his right hand over Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlight Night.
But the next moment, he froze.
He hadn't touched a thing!
He had used up too many steel needles fighting Qin Jiuxiao and hadn't retrieved them. Now he was out!
This was bad.
That thought flashed through Tang San's mind.
He immediately used his first Soul Skill to attack Bu Le.
"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"
But Bu Le's Soul Skill made it impossible for Tang San to grasp his physical form.
His second Soul Skill was Blue Silver Parasite, but he hadn't even touched Bu Le with Blue Silver Grass. How could he infect him?
Tang San gave an awkward smile.
Bu Le came to his senses, realizing that Tang San had just tried to ambush him. His anger flared.
He raised his hand and punched Tang San in the face. Then he merged into the black smoke and attacked from every direction.
Tang San could see Bu Le's figure, but the black smoke held him fast in place.
All he could do was take the beating.
Once Bu Le had had enough, he finally stopped.
Tang San was now bruised and battered, nothing like the composed, calculating figure he had been before.
Humiliation burned in his eyes. He hadn't expected to be beaten so badly by someone like this.
He concealed the murderous intent in his gaze. Once he grew stronger, he would make sure to kill this bastard!
Bu Le looked at Tang San sprawled on the ground and rolled his eyes. Then he chuckled.
He pulled a packet of pink powder from inside his clothes.
He sprinkled the powder around Tang San, and Tang San inhaled it.
Bu Le covered his mouth and nose, watching with glee.
"This is my secret weapon. It'll set anyone's passions ablaze. I'll find you a man in a bit, and you can enjoy yourself."
With that, Bu Le vanished from the spot.
He seemed to have gone to find a man for Tang San.
Tang San struggled to his feet. As a former disciple of the Tang Sect, he naturally knew how to neutralize poisons.
But now he could barely move, let alone reach for an antidote.
The drug soon took effect. Tang San felt a burning heat in his lower abdomen, and even had the urge to strip naked right there in the street.
"Xiao San, why are you here? What happened to you?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, full of shock.
Tang San struggled to look up. To his surprise, it was his father, Tang Hao.
"Dad, why are you here? Where have you been? Do you have any idea how miserable my day's been?"
Seeing Tang Hao, Tang San couldn't hold back the grievances pent up inside him.
Tang Hao felt a little awkward too.
After disappearing, he had naturally been secretly protecting Tang San the whole time.
But after hiding out in Holy Soul Village for so long, he'd wanted to come into town today and unwind properly, so he'd found a brothel to take the edge off.
He'd needed to release all the pressure he'd built up over the years.
Nothing had happened all the time before. How had Tang San gotten into trouble on the very day he left?
Naturally, he couldn't tell Tang San he'd gone to a brothel. He cleared his throat and looked at Tang San's injuries.
"What happened to you? Who did this to you?"
"Dad will avenge you!"
Tang Hao clenched his fists. Whoever had dared lay a hand on his son had a death wish.
He'd been out of the public eye for too long. It seemed the world had forgotten the fearsome name of Clear Sky Douluo.
As a former member of the Tang Sect, Tang San was naturally sensitive to killing intent.
He sensed an incredibly intense killing intent coming from Tang Hao, the kind of aura only someone who had survived countless bloody battles could possess.
At that moment, he recalled what Qin Jiuxiao had said at the hotel.
Without thinking, he asked Tang Hao,
"Dad, are you a Titled Douluo?"
Tang Hao's pupils contracted. He grabbed Tang San by the front of his shirt and lifted him up.
His eyes held a trace of fear and killing intent.
"Who told you that?"
Tang San was being choked by his shirt and could only cough.
Only then did Tang Hao realize what he'd done. He let go instinctively.
Thud!
Tang San landed face-first again, knocking out his other front tooth. His injuries had just gotten worse.
Tang Hao was mortified. He really had no experience raising a child.
Before, he'd just made sure Tang San didn't starve to death. He'd never known how much force to use.
And this fall wouldn't have mattered, except that it scattered the little Soul Power Tang San had used to suppress the drug's effects.
The suppressed drug surged back even more fiercely.
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing grew heavy. He rose to his feet.
His injuries seemed to have healed, as if they didn't affect him at all.
All Tang San wanted now was someone who could help him release the heat burning inside him.
His eyes swept around, then quickly settled on Tang Hao.
"Xiao San, what's wrong?"
Tang Hao sensed that something was off about Tang San too.
Tang San was looking at him the way Tang Hao had looked at the women in the brothel earlier that day, as if he were about to pounce on them.
And that was exactly what happened.
Tang San licked his lips and lunged straight at Tang Hao.
"Dad, you smell so good!"
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