Shi Hao Beat Tang San Bloody with One Punch, a Miserable Defeat in a Shockingly Fast Reversal

Since Shi Hao was no longer wearing Spirit Hall's black uniform and had instead been changed by the Willow Deity into a handsome white robe, Tang San did not recognize him at first. His beady eyes were wide open.

The white robe shimmered with a soft glow beneath the moonlight, carrying an air of extraordinary grace.

Tang San furrowed his brows and stared hard at Shi Hao for quite a while before finally crying out in alarm.

"Are you the Spirit Hall Soul Master who ran away earlier?"

Shi Hao smiled faintly, his expression carrying confidence and composure. "That's right, it's your daddy, Tang San. Weren't you so damn impressive when you were chasing me down earlier? Why are you such a coward now?"

Compared to when Tang San had been hunting him down, Shi Hao, now the Willow Deity's personal disciple, possessed an added air of freedom and transcendence. His tall, upright frame stood as straight as a pine tree.

His features were deep and defined, while his black eyes were as profound as the night sky, gleaming with sharpness. His face was undoubtedly handsome, yet not overly delicate; it carried more of a resolute, unyielding strength.

After hearing Shi Hao's words, Tang San actually relaxed. He sneered, "So you were the one who took the divine artifact, the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor? I advise you to hand it over immediately. For the sake of that mysterious woman behind you, I, Tang San, can spare your life today."

After saying this, Tang San could not help twitching. His left leg was still bleeding, blood staining his trouser leg, and the intense pain had turned his face pale.

Yet he still held his back straight. Though his body trembled, his eyes remained filled with ruthlessness and arrogance.

This was Tang San: an injured yet still arrogant hypocrite. His eyes brimmed with greed for the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor and contempt for Shi Hao.

Yet he had no idea that the Shi Hao before him was no longer the Spirit Hall Soul Master he could easily hunt down. Shi Hao's strength had undergone a qualitative leap, and his gaze revealed composure and calm—the deep confidence of someone certain of his own power.

The Willow Deity behind him was his greatest source of confidence. He knew that no matter how arrogant Tang San was, he would only end up humiliating himself.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Faced with Tang San's threat, Shi Hao burst out laughing.

His Soul Power had now reached level 65, and he had gained a second martial soul containing supreme sword principles: the Sword of the Willow Deity. Why would he fear Tang San, whose left leg had been pierced through and who now limped along?

What was more, he had three great secret arts in his mind: the Willow Deity Technique, the Grass Character Sword Art, and the Kunpeng Divine Technique...

Although it was difficult for him, at his current realm, to cultivate these three Divine Techniques to mastery, given their power, even a slight grasp of them in this Pocket World of Douluo would be enough to kill Tang San more than a dozen times.

Just moments ago, he had already learned to use the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Art and could unleash the beginner sword qi of the Grass Character Sword Art.

With such trump cards in hand, why would he fear the Tang San before him, who had already become a cripple?

Shi Hao stood where he was and sneered. "Tang San, you want me to hand over the divine artifact, the Seven Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor? What kind of dream are you talking about? In your current limping state, you're not even as good as a dog." His voice was filled with mockery and disdain, every word shooting into Tang San's heart like an arrow.

Shi Hao's figure appeared even taller beneath the moonlight, his white robe fluttering in the wind as though he were a mighty heavenly emperor. His eyes radiated sharpness and resolve, as if he were ready at any moment to face the coming battle.

Shi Hao's words ignited Tang San's fury. His face turned ashen, and intense killing intent flashed in his eyes. He could not endure such humiliation, especially while injured. He immediately placed a hand on the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night at his waist and said coldly, "Your name is Shi Hao, right? Unfortunately, you're alone now, and that mysterious woman behind you is gone. You should understand one thing: a dying camel is still bigger than a horse. Even if I, Tang San, have trouble moving right now, I'm still not someone you can provoke."

Tang San moved swiftly, his fingers lightly brushing across the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night. A Yama's Invitation had already appeared in his hand.

He aimed at Shi Hao's throat and flicked his finger with all his strength. The Yama's Invitation shot toward Shi Hao like lightning.

Yet Shi Hao reacted even faster. He used the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Art, and with a flash of movement, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, he instantly evaded the Yama's Invitation and appeared before Tang San in the next instant.

It all happened too quickly. Tang San did not even have time to react and could only watch helplessly as Shi Hao's fist smashed toward his nose.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Shi Hao's fist struck Tang San's nose. Blood immediately poured from it, and the force of the blow sent his body reeling backward.

His eyes were wide with shock and indignation. He had never expected Shi Hao's speed to be this fast.

Bang...

Another deafening impact rang out. Tang San was sent flying by Shi Hao's punch, his body tracing an arc through the air as he flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily onto the cold street.

Dust flew up from the street beneath the impact of his body, mingled with streaks of blood, making the scene especially brutal.

Shi Hao gave Tang San no chance to catch his breath. Moving like the wind, he flashed forward again and viciously stomped on Tang San's nose.

The stomp carried tremendous force, making Tang San let out a miserable scream on the spot. His nose was crushed beneath Shi Hao's foot, his nasal bridge shattered, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his cheeks red and making him look especially pitiful beneath the moonlight.

"How did you suddenly become so strong... I... I don't believe it..."

Tang San cried out in pain, his voice filled with agony and shock. Where was his earlier arrogance now? He lay limp on the ground like a beaten dog, his face pale as paper and his eyes filled with fear and confusion. He could not understand why Shi Hao had suddenly become so powerful. It was completely beyond his comprehension.