Tang San Was Brutally Beaten, Protector Du Busi

Fang Fan did not spare Dai Mubai another glance. He turned and walked toward Tang San.

Tang San stood where he was, clutching his torn crotch with a livid face. He had come within an inch of losing his manhood.

When he saw Fang Fan approaching, his pupils contracted, and his hands instinctively gripped the mechanism of his Sleeve Arrows.

Fang Fan stood half a head taller than him, looking down at the blue-clad youth with a grim expression.

He had not gotten enough satisfaction from that kick earlier. When he kicked Tang San, he had exerted force while still in midair, so it had been far less satisfying than the kicks he had given Dai Mubai.

Tang San had dared to ambush him, use Blue Silver Grass to bind his feet and let Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai gang up on him, then scatter hidden weapons. This debt needed to be settled properly.

Zhao Wuji had fled not because he could not win.

A level-seventy-two Soul Sage who had activated his Martial Soul Avatar would be quite troublesome if he truly fought desperately.

It was simply that the place where he had been stabbed was too embarrassing.

The dignified Immovable Bright King had been stabbed in the most unspeakable part of his body before everyone's eyes—and had even lost control of his bladder on the spot.

That kind of social death was more agonizing than killing him.

He had covered his butt and fled in disgrace, not because he feared Fang Fan's sword, but because he feared the looks in those students' eyes.

It was good that Zhao Wuji had run. He saved himself from having to fight desperately.

Fang Fan saved himself some trouble. Everyone benefited.

Now, only Tang San remained.

Fang Fan fixed his gaze on the blue-clad youth.

Tang San's dark brown eyes were filled with gloom and resentment, like a wolf cub whose tail had been stepped on.

He clearly knew he could not win, yet he still bared his teeth and refused to retreat.

But after beating the little one, the big one would come soon enough.

Tang Hao was hiding somewhere nearby, watching everything with those murky drunkard's eyes.

The Clear Sky Douluo of old had yet to recover from his old wounds. He could probably wield less than eighty percent of his peak strength.

With the Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent in his possession, Fang Fan was not afraid. Of course, it would be best if he did not have to use it.

He turned his head toward Zhu Zhuqing, and that lazy drunkenness returned to the corners of his eyes as he uttered a single word.

"Wine!"

Zhu Zhuqing hurried over, pulled out the stopper, raised the flask, and tilted it. Amber liquor slid down his throat.

She fed him several mouthfuls in a row, and Fang Fan let out a satisfied sigh.

[Ding! Drunkenness +10... +10!]

[Ding! Drunkenness has reached 890! Consume 888 to exchange for one lottery draw?]

"Exchange!"

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained one random protector from parts one through three of Douluo Continent... Drawn: Body Sect Master Du Busi, a level-ninety-six Super Douluo!]

Fang Fan's brows lifted slightly.

Du Busi?

When he appeared in the original story, he was already a level-ninety-eight Super Douluo. At his peak, even Xuan Zi had to avoid his edge.

The system had stated level ninety-six. That was his early-stage self, but he was already enough to crush Tang Hao in his current condition.

Tang Hao might be level ninety-five, but his old wounds had yet to heal, drastically reducing his true combat strength.

Du Busi was renowned for his powerful physical body, and his combat strength was inherently a cut above others at the same level.

A level ninety-six against an injured level ninety-five was indeed a complete stomp.

Fang Fan swept his gaze around but found no trace of Du Busi.

"Master, this old servant is in the shadows."

A bold, low voice sounded beside his ear, deep and rough yet carrying unquestionable loyalty.

The corners of Fang Fan's lips silently curled upward. Du Busi was nearby and could act at any time.

That meant he could now beat Tang San without any reservations.

Fang Fan's figure flashed, vanishing into thin air.

The next instant, he appeared before Tang San, so close that Tang San could clearly smell the heavy scent of alcohol on him.

Tang San's pupils contracted as he tried to react, but Fang Fan had already raised his hand. His five spread fingers carried a howling palm wind as he viciously swung it down.

"How dare you!"

Xiao Wu's sharp cry exploded as she charged over like a streak of pink lightning, her scorpion braid stretched straight behind her.

The Soft Bone Rabbit's Waist Bow soul skill activated instantly, and her right leg lashed fiercely toward Fang Fan like a whip.

Fang Fan shifted slightly, and her pink fist carrying a fierce wind swept past his ear.

His right hand did not slow in the slightest as it struck toward Tang San, while his left hand rose smoothly.

His five fingers spread and precisely caught Xiao Wu's incoming foot.

It was warm and soft to the touch. Her ankle, wrapped in white stockings, was held firmly in his palm.

Xiao Wu balanced on one foot while her other foot was held by someone else. Her posture was incredibly awkward, and her face flushed crimson.

"Let go of my foot, pervert!"

Tang San's eyes nearly spat fire. The Xiao Wu he cherished most was having her little foot grabbed in public by this drunkard.

"Blue Silver Entanglement! Blue Silver Parasite!"

Dozens of Blue Silver Grass stalks burst from the ground, thicker and denser than before.

The grass seeds attached to Fang Fan's pant legs suddenly lit up, attempting to explode from within.

Clang!

A flash of seven-colored sword light swept out. The Blue Silver Grass that had just emerged was severed at the roots, while the parasitic grass seeds were ground into dust by sword energy.

Fang Fan did not even turn his head. With a flick of his wrist, he flung Xiao Wu away. She rolled twice through the air before landing beside Zhu Zhuqing.

Xiao Wu staggered to her feet and was about to charge again, but Zhu Zhuqing raised a hand to stop her.

Her cold eyes shook their head at Xiao Wu, as if saying, Don't go. You can't beat him.

Meanwhile, Fang Fan's right hand finally came down.

The seven-colored light sword suddenly dissipated at the last moment, turning into specks of light that slipped through his fingers.

He chose a slap—the most primitive, direct, and humiliating method.

His fingers drew together as his palm wind howled, carrying a suffocating pressure as it viciously swung toward Tang San's cheek.

Tang San had just unleashed Blue Silver Entanglement, and his Soul Power had not yet recovered. He could only watch as that palm rapidly expanded in his vision.

Even its palm lines were clearly visible.

He wanted to dodge, but his body could not keep up with his thoughts.

He wanted to block, but his Mysterious Jade Hand was still swollen, and his reaction was half a beat too slow.

Slap!

A crisp sound exploded across the grass.

Tang San's head snapped to the side, and half his face instantly went numb.

Then a burning pain surged in like a tide, blazing from his cheek to the roots of his ears.

The blow sent him flying with both feet off the ground. He spun halfway through the air and crashed onto the ground.

Pfft!

A bloody mouthful of saliva, mixed with a molar, fell onto the grass.

"Drunkard, I'll kill you!"

Tang San was completely enraged. He sprang up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot and his face twisted, all reason burned away by fury.

Both hands slipped into his sleeves, producing Piercing Bone Nails, Flying Needles, Willow Leaf Darts, and Money Darts.

Mixed among them were several Dragon Beard Needles, as fine as hairs—the Tang Sect's most vicious hidden weapons. Once they entered the body, they burrowed through the bloodstream and attacked the meridians and vital points, leaving their victims wishing they were dead.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Dozens of hidden weapons poured down like a torrential rain, covering every possible direction for evasion.

Sunlight reflected off them, producing a dense mass of cold gleams like a swarm of disturbed venomous bees.

Fang Fan casually flicked his hand, sending more than a dozen seven-colored light swords shooting out in a fan formation.

They spun rapidly through the air, trailing streaks of seven-colored afterimages. His body vanished into one of the swords.

Man and sword became one as he shifted freely among the light swords, each flash precisely avoiding the trajectories of the hidden weapons.

A Piercing Bone Nail skimmed past his clothes, a Willow Leaf Dart brushed his hair, and Dragon Beard Needles drilled into empty air, striking only dissipating light. Every attack missed.

Tang San's pupils shrank sharply as he immediately activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to retreat, but it was already too late.

Fang Fan silently stepped out from a light sword behind Tang San, as if walking out of the void.

Tang San only had time to see an extra shadow overlap with his own beneath his feet. Then that palm rapidly expanded in his blind spot.

Slap!

The second slap was heavier, fiercer, and even more unreasonable than the first, landing solidly on his other cheek.

Tang San's head snapped sideways again, and his entire body spun away like a top with its string cut. He bounced twice across the grass before finally coming to a stop.