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"Huh! How rude!"
Shui Wulu snorted coldly!
"Crack!"
A clear and ear-splitting explosion suddenly exploded!
A big Soul Power hand formed by Soul Power was instantly slapped on Tang San's face.
This palm did not contain the killing power that could destroy the world, but it brought ultimate control and absolute suppression. It was extremely fast. Tang San even urged Blue Silver Grass to protect the body and release Teleportation didn't have a chance, so he received this slap firmly. The majestic and pure Divine Power exploded along the flesh and blood, sweeping across his limbs and bones, instantly disrupting all the disordered Soul Power in his body.
Huge brute force burst out in an instant. Tang San's whole body was like a rag sack swept by the strong wind, and his body spun several times in the air. The harsh sound of bone cracking could be heard clearly, and his right cheekbone was directly red, swollen and deformed. Blood splattered in his mouth, and several teeth mixed with blood spurted out of his mouth. It was extremely tragic.
The shameful set of emerald green vine armor on his body was originally condensed from ten years of Soul Bone, and its texture was extremely fragile. Under the impact of Quasi-God-level Divine Power, the emerald green light on the surface flashed wildly and violently, and fine cracks spread quickly like spider webs. The originally barely formed armor lines were cracked and crumbling.
"Pfft--!"
Another mouthful of hot blood spurted out from Tang San's throat. He was unable to control his body shape at all, and finally hit the hard ground hard, making a dull roar. The ground was filled with gravel and dust, and a shallow pit was created centered on the position where he fell.
The moment he landed, Tang San felt excruciating pain all over his body. Half of his cheeks were numb to the point of losing consciousness. His head was buzzing, and his eyesight was turning black. A severe dizziness swept through his body, leaving him unable to even raise his head. The Soul Power in his body was completely in a state of violent backflow, and his meridians were stinging and numb from the impact of the disordered Soul Power. Every breath pulled at the wounds all over his body, making it extremely painful.
He struggled to hold up his hands, trying to stand up, but as soon as his arms exerted force, there was a sharp pain like tearing all over his muscles and bones, and his half-propelled body fell heavily back to the ground. The Green Vine Armor, which was full of cracks, clung to his body, and no longer had any so-called power of the suit, leaving only endless humor and embarrassment. The dazzling green color was particularly dazzling in the dust, like the most extreme mockery of him.
At this moment, Tang San, the anger in his heart has long been replaced by overwhelming humiliation and powerlessness.
Since his debut, he has carried Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, and his journey has been smooth sailing. Challenges at higher levels and comebacks in adversity are the norm. No one among his peers can match him. Facing Titled Douluo, he has never been so embarrassed. But today, in full view of everyone, he was slapped over with a palm. He had no power to fight back, and was played and crushed like an ant.
High in the sky, Shui Wulu's figure was floating leisurely, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, his expression indifferent and full of teasing, condescendingly looking down at Tang San who was lying on the ground in a panic, there was no wave in his eyes, only the indifference of a clown.
"How dare you, a mere ant, bare your teeth and claws in front of me?"
The cold voice resounded throughout the whole world, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present, and every word was like a sharp knife, piercing Tang San's heart.
"I rob you of one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, and I will give you six complete sets of Soul Bone as compensation. Looking at the entire Douluo Continent, who can be treated like you?"
"You are ungrateful. Instead, you speak rudely and make harsh remarks. You, a so-called genius, have a very bad character."
Shui Wulu's tone is frivolous, and every word ruthlessly tramples on Tang San's remaining dignity.
There was silence all around, and everyone's eyes were focused on the embarrassed green figure on the ground.
Dugu Bo stood with his arms folded, with an undisguised joking smile in the corners of his eyes, looking at Tang San coldly. He already had deep grudges with Tang San, and now he looked at this famous Shrek, a genius and rising star from mainland China, was crushed and humiliated in public, and he felt no sympathy at all, only joy. In his opinion, Tang San was young, frivolous, and arrogant, and he had only brought it upon himself to end up like this.
Tang Hao's expression on the side was extremely gloomy. Looking at his son who was wantonly humiliated, his fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his soul power was faintly restless. However, he was seriously injured and his cultivation level plummeted. The seventy-level soul saint's strength was in the quasi-god realm of Shui Wu. In front of all the worries, he was too insignificant to be mentioned. Even though he was full of anger and distress, he could only endure it. He was not even qualified to take a step forward. He could only watch his son suffer humiliation. This feeling of powerlessness made his chest full of depression.
Among the crowd of Soul Masters watching from a distance, no one dared to make a sound, but all of them had different eyes, and could not hide the smiles in their eyes. Tang San, who was once brilliant and sought after by everyone, today is wearing cheap green armor and his face is full of smiles. Stained with blood, lying on the ground in a helter-skelter state, being slapped and teased at will, his former aura was completely shattered, and he became the laughing stock of the audience. No one expected that Tang San, who was so talented, would be defeated in such a funny and humiliating manner.
On the ground, Tang San slowly raised his head. His messy black hair was stained with dust, his face stained with blood was ferocious and twisted, and his eyes were as red as blood, covered with fine bloodshot eyes, filled with unwillingness, shame, anger and extreme hatred.
He stared at the leisurely Shui Wulu in mid-air, his teeth clenched and blood oozed from his gums.
He hates it!
I hate Shui Wulu for being domineering, teasing, and wanton humiliation! I hate the other party for taking away Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone from Xiao Wu, and then toying with me with six pieces of rubbish and ten years of Soul Bone, causing him to lose all face! I hate myself even more for being weak!
If he had absolute strength, why would he need to endure such humiliation? Why should he be manipulated like a plaything and have his dignity trampled on in public?
The set of cracked Green Vine Armor sticks to his body, and is bone-chilling. The strange field skills of "Love is a light, so green it makes you panic" are constantly echoing in his mind, reminding him of the embarrassment and ridiculousness at this moment.
"Water... no worries..."
Tang San's throat was hoarse, and he used all his strength to squeeze out the name word by word. His voice was trembling and filled with overwhelming resentment.
Shui Wulu Hearing this, the smile at the corner of his mouth became even thicker. He leaned down slightly and his eyes fell on him contemptuously. "What? You don't accept it? The hatred of a mere ant is not even as good as dust in my eyes."
As she finished speaking, she flicked her fingertips, and a tiny wisp of Divine Power shot out of the air and landed precisely on Tang San's body.
This wisp of Divine Power was gentle but overbearing, and instantly imprisoned all the meridians and Soul Power in Tang San's body, causing his originally chaotic and restless Soul Power to completely solidify, and he could not even move a finger.
"I will teach you today what it means to fear the strong." Shui Wulu said calmly, "You accept my gift and dare to feel resentful and speak arrogantly. This is the price."
Tang San was stiff and unable to move. He could only passively bear everyone's teasing, sympathetic, and mocking gazes. Countless gazes pierced his dignity like needles.
At this moment, the talent, strength, and pride that he was proud of were all crushed to pieces.
The sound of wind passed by all over the sky, and the world was silent. Only the hatred in Tang San's heart was like a prairie fire, growing and spreading crazily, unforgettable and unforgettable forever.