Tang San's Dad Asked Someone Else to Beat Him Up

Ever since Yu Xiaogang stopped bothering Tang San, he seemed to have matured considerably.

Each day, he traveled only between Nuoding Academy, the blacksmith shop, and his dormitory.

After such an embarrassing incident at the academy, Tang San no longer expected anything from academy life.

He kept to himself every day and treated even Xiao Wu like an ordinary roommate.

Except that they still huddled together under the same blanket for warmth every night.

The rest of his time seemed to go toward learning and cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

To Xiao Wu and Wang Sheng, Tang San looked pitiful like this.

It was as though the entire academy had isolated him.

Tang Hao, however, was clearly much happier.

The harder Tang San worked, the closer Tang Hao came to returning to the Clear Sky Sect, and the greater his hope of taking revenge.

Tang Hao wished Tang San would cultivate twenty-four hours a day.

That blacksmith shop meant nothing.

He could not understand why Tang San still went to that shabby shop to forge iron for money when he already received a Soul Master stipend from Spirit Hall. What was going through his head?

Did he really have to keep tinkering with those powerless Hidden Weapons?

Several times, Tang Hao wanted to step forward and remind Tang San how a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect ought to conduct himself, but he held back.

He did not want Tang San to know about any of that yet.

"Sure enough, he's useless. That kid Jin Yang was right."

Tang Hao gave a cold laugh.

"He fritters away every day instead of putting his time and energy into cultivating Soul Power. He insists on wearing himself out forging iron.

"He's become a One-Ring Soul Master, yet he still can't beat someone with no Soul Ring and only a few levels of Soul Power?

"Did I teach you the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer just so you could forge iron?

"Tang San, you've disgraced the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer."

Tang Hao's expression darkened, and he clenched his fists.

How could he make Tang San focus on cultivating Soul Power?

Tang Hao sank into thought.

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

"I've got it! Ha! I'll have that Jin Yang kid beat Tang San a few more times! Only revenge drives a person to improve. Tang San, it's time you understood what revenge means."

Tang Hao nodded, convinced his idea would work.

Inside Jin Yang's dormitory.

Jin Yang sat cross-legged on his bed, meditating as he cultivated.

Bang!

With a tremendous crash, the dormitory door was flung open.

A biting wind blew in through the doorway, whipping Jin Yang's clothes.

Jin Yang jolted and snapped his eyes open. He was about to strike back when he saw Tang Hao standing at the door.

"Senior!"

Jin Yang's heart hammered. He promptly greeted him.

Tang Hao stood there without a word.

Jin Yang cursed under his breath.

Then he put on a smile again. "Senior, what brings you here? If there's something you need me to do, just say the word."

Damn you, Tang Hao!

Why aren't you watching your damn son? What are you doing here?

I haven't even had anything to do with Tang San lately.

"I need you to do something for me."

"Tomorrow, you're going to beat Tang San up.

"No, not just tomorrow. You'll beat him up every day from now on, until he can beat you. In return, I'll teach you the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. How does that sound?

"It's a blacksmith's secret technique. Once you learn it, you'll be able to become an outstanding blacksmith and forge all kinds of weapons and equipment."

Tang Hao pointed at Jin Yang, his tone calm. He might have been a boxing coach, with Jin Yang as one of the students at his gym.

And Tang San might not have been Tang Hao's son at all, but merely a punching bag at the gym.

Now Tang Hao wanted Jin Yang to pound that punching bag named Tang San every day.

It would only end when the punching bag could turn around and knock Jin Yang down.

That was how it sounded to Jin Yang.

"Senior, you want me to hit Tang San?" Jin Yang froze, bewildered, and pointed at himself.

"Senior, didn't you just tell me to stay away from Tang San?"

"Senior, will you really teach me?"

Tang Hao coughed twice. "All you need to do is accept this new instruction."

"Remember, you must not miss a single day."

With that, Tang Hao turned and left.

The kicked-in door was all that remained, creaking as it swung back and forth.

"What the hell is wrong with Tang Hao's head?"

Jin Yang cursed in exasperation.

"What kind of father gets someone else to beat up his own son? Is that the fashion on Douluo Continent now?"

Beat up Tang San?

I can do that.

The mighty Clear Sky Douluo himself had spoken. Who was a small fry like Jin Yang to refuse?

He was practically acting on official orders now. He could teach Tang San a good lesson on his father's behalf.

Besides, it was worth a gamble. What if Tang Hao really did teach him?

After all, the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was known among blacksmiths. Even the blacksmith shop beside Nuoding Academy had recognized it. Clearly, it was not exclusive to the Clear Sky Sect.

The next morning, at dawn.

Jin Yang took up his post outside Dorm Seven early.

He waited for Tang San and the others to come out.

Before long, Jin Yang heard rustling inside.

Then Xiao Wu, fully dressed, opened the door and bounded out of Dorm Seven.

"Tang San, hurry up! The buns in the dining hall will get cold," Xiao Wu called.

She turned her head and spotted Jin Yang waiting outside Dorm Seven.

"Jin Yang?! What are you doing here?"

Xiao Wu cried out in surprise.

A frantic scramble sounded from inside. Tang San rushed out with his clothes in disarray, his school-uniform buttons fastened wrong and his pale belly exposed.

Wang Sheng and the others were still in bed, locked in a life-or-death struggle with their mattresses. They had no energy to watch the commotion.

Outside Dorm Seven, there were only Xiao Wu, Jin Yang, and Tang San.

"What are you doing here?! You're not welcome at Dorm Seven."

Tang San's face darkened. He fixed Jin Yang with a venomous stare, guarded as he struck first with his words.

"What am I doing here? I'm here to spar with you, of course." Jin Yang sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

"Now come with me."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere no one will interrupt us. Then I'm going to beat you senseless."

Jin Yang beamed. The prospect of beating up Tang San suited him perfectly.

Who wouldn't want a legitimate excuse to give Tang San a thrashing?

Tang San's own father had authorized him to do it.

His sole target was Tang San!

"Tang San isn't going anywhere with you!" Xiao Wu planted herself in front of Tang San and bared her teeth at Jin Yang, looking ready to lunge over and bite him at any moment.

"Shoo, you damned rabbit. Go bother someone else," Jin Yang said impatiently. "This is between Tang San and me. Keep it up, and I'll beat you too."

Despite his words, Jin Yang was only trying to scare Xiao Wu.

He wanted her to back off.

After all, his fists grew stronger by the day.

What if he hit Xiao Wu so hard she reverted to her true form?

Wouldn't Tang Hao kill him on the spot to silence him?

"Move aside, Xiao Wu. This is my business." Tang San's voice was low. Without another glance at her, he straightened his clothes, stepped around her, and strode up to Jin Yang.

"Fine, let's fight. You think I'm afraid of you?" Tang San snorted.

He was no longer the person he had been that day.

He had spent this time honing his First Soul Skill.

He had practiced activating it until it became instinct, mastering Blue Silver Entanglement as naturally as a flame burned.

He was confident Jin Yang would not defeat him so easily again.

"Lead the way."