Wuhen had originally not wanted to bother with Tang Hao, but the man had actually dared to show murderous intent toward his master.
Then he couldn't just sit by and do nothing.
In his view, a man like that should simply be killed. But when he sent a message to ask his master, his master said that taking one of Tang Hao's arms would suffice.
Wuhen was a little puzzled, but he could only do as instructed.
Tang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze roaming over Wuhen.
"You may be strong, but..."
"Vmmm—"
Before Tang Hao could finish speaking, streaks of nearly transparent sword energy suddenly appeared out of thin air around him, tightly hemming him in.
The sword energy hovered almost against his skin, leaving him no room to move, let alone summon his Martial Soul and fight back.
If he dared make even the slightest move, the other man could take his life in an instant.
Tang Hao's heart sank to the bottom.
The other man hadn't moved once from beginning to end. He hadn't summoned his Martial Soul or released a Spirit Ring. He hadn't even changed his expression.
Where had that sword energy come from?
Only now did Tang Hao finally understand just how great the gap between them was.
"Who exactly are you?"
Tang Hao glared at Wuhen, his eyes blazing as he ground his teeth.
"I don't want to repeat myself."
Wuhen's face was as expressionless as a mask; not the slightest change crossed it.
Tang Hao clenched his fists without thinking, but even that small movement brought his hands into contact with the sword energy hovering just inches away.
The razor-sharp sword energy pierced his skin without resistance.
Even so, Tang Hao didn't unclench his fists.
In all his years of cultivation, he had never felt so powerless as he did at that moment.
The mighty Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo in the Soul Master World—was he really going to be forced by a single sentence to cut off one of his own arms today?
After all, he had a full set of Spirit Bones.
Cutting off an arm meant losing one of them.
The reason he had become the youngest Titled Douluo in the Soul Master World was precisely that each Spirit Bone had raised his Soul Power Level.
In other words...
If he lost a Spirit Bone, his realm would surely fall along with it.
It wasn't impossible that he would drop out of the Titled Realm altogether.
How could he accept defeat just like that?
But...
It seemed that refusing to give in left him no other way to save himself.
"Since you lack the courage, let me give you a hand."
Wuhen held his fingers together like a sword. As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed twice through the air.
Two streaks of nearly transparent sword energy suddenly cut through the air.
"Damn it!"
Tang Hao cursed through gritted teeth, but the sword energy around him instantly pierced his skin. The wounds weren't deep, but they were enough to stop him from making the slightest move.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The two streaks of sword energy, one above the other, severed Tang Hao's left arm and right leg cleanly at the roots.
Tang Hao lost his balance and pitched toward the ground.
Fortunately, the sword energy around him dispersed at that very instant. Otherwise, his fall would have skewered him to death.
"This is the price of asking me for help."
As Yu Heng spoke, he reached out and drew the severed arm and leg toward himself. They landed in his hands in an instant.
His master had said Tang Hao had a full set of Spirit Bones.
There were Spirit Bones in his arm and leg, so they couldn't be left with him.
"Ugh..."
Tang Hao lay in a pool of blood, pain drawing a series of low groans from him.
"Your luck is good. If I didn't already have a right arm bone, you would have lost the right arm you use to hold chopsticks and your Martial Soul."
His master had said the Spirit Bones were his, so Wuhen naturally chose the ones he needed.
Tang Hao lifted his head and glared at him viciously.
That damned bastard had made him fall straight from Titled Douluo to level seventy-five. With only the strength of a Soul Saint, how was he supposed to seek revenge on Spirit Hall?
"Remember this: if you ever show even the slightest murderous intent toward my master, Lin Chen, again, then you won't have any reason to stay alive."
Wuhen left him with those words, then vanished from the rooftop in an instant.
Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.
Master?
Lin Chen?
What kind of joke was this?
The man who had left him not the slightest room to fight back had called that kid his master. Just who was that kid?
Even the Holy Son of Spirit Hall couldn't command such a person, could he?
Was there some hidden power like this on the continent?
Lin Chen led Xiao Wu and the others to an open patch in a small wood behind the mountain.
Tang San stood some distance away, facing Lin Chen. "Lin Chen, if you lose today's Soul Fighting match, you'll have to apologize to my teacher."
Lin Chen smiled. "No problem. What if you lose?"
Tang San froze at the question.
He had never considered the possibility of losing, so naturally he hadn't thought of a wager.
Xiao Wu feigned shock. "Seriously? You only thought about what the other person has to do if they lose. Are you overly confident, or are you just shameless by nature?"
Tang San should have been angry at being mocked like that.
But for some reason, when he saw Xiao Wu's adorable face, he couldn't bring himself to get angry. Instead, he felt inexplicably ashamed.
"What do you want?"
Tang San asked Xiao Wu, as if she were the one he was wagering against.
Xiao Wu rolled her eyes. "Are you sick? You're having a match with Lin Chen, not me. Shouldn't you ask Lin Chen about the wager?"
Tang San's face reddened at her words.
Fortunately, his skin was dark, so the flush was barely noticeable.
He turned to Lin Chen. "What do you want?"
As if struck by an idea, Lin Chen suddenly wore a wicked smile.
"If you lose, go slap Grandmaster across the face."
Tang San flew into a rage. "Lin Chen, are you really looking to die?"
Lin Chen spread his hands.
"If you have what it takes, then go ahead and try. But don't say I didn't warn you: the consequences of failure will be severe."
Tang San narrowed his eyes. A trace of murderous intent rose involuntarily in their depths, but he suppressed it almost immediately.
"Come on!"
Lin Chen waved his hand, and Xiao Wu and the others immediately backed away.
At that very moment, Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to charge at Lin Chen.
He was so fast that Xiao Wu and the others couldn't even make out his figure.
He crossed the dozen or so meters between them in an instant.
But to Lin Chen, his speed looked as slow as a crawl.
"Too slow."
Lin Chen stepped to the right and raised his hand, slapping down.
His movement seemed slow, but even as his palm came down, Tang San still hadn't reacted. He took the slap squarely.
"Pa!"
The crisp slap rang out. Tang San felt a heavy blow land on his left cheek, and the next instant he was sent sprawling.
"How is this possible?"
Tang San clutched his face, half lying on the ground, his expression disbelieving.
How could Lin Chen be so fast?
"Still letting your mind wander?"
Lin Chen lifted his right foot and kicked Tang San hard in the stomach.
"Thud!"
Tang San's body skidded across the ground until he slammed into a tree and finally came to a stop.
"Urgh..."
As soon as he stopped, he immediately bent over and retched on the ground.
Lin Chen's kick had churned his stomach.
Xiao Wu: "..."
Classmates: "..."
The gap was just too huge. Tang San hadn't had the slightest chance to fight back.
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