Tang Hao Becomes a Free Punching Bag! Lin Wu: This Isn't How the Script Goes!

Tang Hao folded his arms across his chest and snorted coldly from above, his voice making the leaves around them rustle.

"But you keep claiming you can lead Little San to the pinnacle. I want to see just how capable you, some brat with yellow hair, really are!"

"Starting today, I'll be personally putting you two through special training!"

It hurt to beat his daughter, but if he used special training as an excuse to openly torment this brat, his daughter would have nothing to say, right?

Tang Hao sneered maniacally to himself. He was going to beat this brat until his teeth littered the ground and make him understand that Tang Hao was not someone he could push around!

Hearing this, Lin Wu's lips twitched violently, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Wait a second?

How had things somehow turned into Tang Hao, this old bastard, training him like crazy instead?

How the hell had the script spiraled this far off course?!

Lin Wu ranted furiously in his heart.

This was fucking wrong, wasn't it?

The original plan had clearly been for him to use the Love God Inheritance's script to comfortably train Little San in this secluded little corner.

He would gradually turn her into an obedient, sensible contracted beast, while also using her as a mobile energy pool with infinite endurance and a useful tool.

All he needed to do was sit back behind the scenes and enjoy the results, while harvesting other girls into his contracted beasts.

So why had he ended up becoming a laborer who got chased around and beaten into submission by Tang San's father every day?

At that moment, Tang Hao was like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law—the more he looked at Lin Wu, the less pleasing he found him.

It was like an old father personally watching his precious cabbage get rooted by a pig.

And worse, his daughter had even been brainwashed into becoming a contracted beast. He was practically having a complete breakdown, feeling as though he had been cuckolded!

Tang Hao gave Lin Wu no chance to refuse.

Under the banner of "special training," this Title Douluo directly activated an exceptionally cruel devil mode.

His true goal was simply to find a perfectly legitimate excuse.

He wanted to use brutal real combat to thoroughly crush this brat, then expose his true colors before his daughter.

"Brat, take this hammer! Hah—strike!"

In a clearing deep within the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang Hao could not wait even a moment longer to teach this yellow-haired brat a lesson.

He did not even use his martial soul. Relying solely on the mountain-like strength of his body, he swung a thick ironwood club as wide as a bowl like a hammer!

It kicked up violent gusts of wind as it smashed down at Lin Wu from all directions!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every strike carried a terrifying pressure that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth. Just that pure, violent hammer intent alone—

Although Tang Hao had clearly held back and displayed strength only at the level of a Soul Elder at most—

Was enough to make ordinary Soul Elders tremble in terror. Whenever it struck the ground, it blasted open one horrifying crater after another.

Tang Hao attacked with exceptional viciousness, completely intent on beating him half to death. He swore to utterly crush this brat's pride and backbone.

However, what happened next completely exceeded the understanding of Tang Hao, the youngest Title Douluo.

Although Lin Wu was inferior to him in raw power, his combat rhythm was bizarre to the extreme.

Lin Wu's true body was a hundred-thousand-year Soft-Boned Rabbit in human form. He possessed top-tier agility and flexibility across the entire continent, and in close combat and evasion, he was at the absolute pinnacle.

Combined with the faint divine blessing brought by the Love God Inheritance, his body moved amid Tang Hao's overwhelming storm of hammer shadows—

Like a pink-gold fallen leaf swaying in the wind, effortlessly weaving through them without a single strike touching him!

Not only that, Lin Wu was even treating Tang Hao as a free human punching bag and blacksmith.

Every time he barely brushed past the hammer winds, Lin Wu borrowed Tang Hao's domineering hammer intent.

He precisely used the vibrations in the air to turn that immense external force into nourishment that tempered his own bones and meridians!

After an entire day of special training, Tang Hao was panting from exhaustion.

To his horror, he discovered that this brat Lin Wu's body was becoming tougher the more he hit him, while his eyes grew brighter and brighter!

And when the high-intensity special training finally came to a temporary halt, a scene that drove Tang Hao even further into despair unfolded.

"Master! Drink some water! Little San just collected this sweet spring water from the mountain spring!"

The moment Tang San saw that the training had paused, she hurried over with a bamboo tube in her hands.

She looked painfully at the fine sweat on Lin Wu's forehead, quickly took out a fragrant handkerchief, and gently wiped it away for him.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, the girl knelt behind Lin Wu and extended her fair, slender little hands.

She gently placed them on Lin Wu's thighs and shoulders, thoughtfully massaging his shoulder and leg muscles.

"Master worked hard... Tonight, Little San will make your favorite stewed meat."

Tang San smiled sweetly, calling him "Master" again and again. Her eyes were full of heartache and attachment toward Lin Wu.

But when she turned to face Tang Hao, the delicate expression on her pretty face instantly darkened.

Toward this father who had neglected her since childhood, who only knew how to drink and forge iron every day—

And who now appeared only to relentlessly target her master, Tang San had long accumulated deep resentment and dissatisfaction.

She glared fiercely at Tang Hao with an exceptionally aggrieved and dissatisfied look, puffed out her cheeks, and muttered coldly:

"Some irresponsible old men only know how to throw their weight around. You left me at home before and never cared about me.

"And now that you've come back, you're still hitting so hard. All you do every day is bully Brother Lin Wu!"

"If Master gets exhausted or suffers even the slightest injury, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life!"

The girl's outrageously biased words turned into poisoned steel blades that stabbed Tang Hao's heart, leaving it ice-cold.

After saying that, Tang San ignored Tang Hao's stiff expression. She turned back around, held Lin Wu's hand in both of hers, and asked softly:

"If Master is tired, you can rest against Little San for a while..."

She had taken the roles of servant and little wife to the absolute extreme.

Lin Wu happily enjoyed Little San's service. He drank the sweet water with his eyes comfortably closed, occasionally patting Tang San's little head to encourage her.

Dozens of steps away, Tang Hao clawed fiercely at the tree bark with both hands, his nails digging into his flesh.

Watching his own daughter serve that brat tea and water like a little maid, massage his legs, and even shed tears out of concern for him, Tang Hao's eyes reddened with an old father's jealousy. The frustration and grief in his chest had nowhere to go.

"Aaaah! I'm fucking furious!"

Tang Hao scratched at his head in rage, his whole body shaking. The bitterness in his heart had nowhere to be vented.

Gripping his huge iron club, he wildly smashed it into the innocent ancient trees around him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Towering trees fell one after another, sending dust flying through the forest.

From then on, whenever the night grew quiet, earth-shaking rumbles would echo from the depths of the back mountain.

The Heaven Clear Douluo, whose name shook the world, could only act like a lonely old father whose treasure had been stolen away and who could do nothing about it.

Amid the dust and falling leaves, he frantically smashed trees, venting the endless bitterness in his heart alone.