Out like a light

Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San with only one thought in his mind.

That was to teach him a proper lesson!!

In all his years, this was the first time someone had disgusted him so badly!

A mass of inward-collapsing air appeared in Zhao Wuji's palm as he fixed his gaze on Tang San.

"Gravity Compression!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and Tang San instantly rose into the air, a pained expression appearing on his face.

It felt as though all the air around him was rejecting him!

At the sight, delight appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.

I've finally caught this damned brat.

When the tiger doesn't show its might, he really takes it for a sick cat!

Without that fart-like smoke, this brat is nothing!

"Come here, brat!"

Zhao Wuji beckoned, and Tang San flew straight toward him.

Naturally, Tang San did not simply sit and wait for death as he flew.

He clenched both hands, instantly activating his second Soul Skill.

"Blue Silver Thorn!"

A hard bamboo shoot burst out of the ground behind Zhao Wuji, striking him right in his vital spot!

Zhao Wuji's burly body suddenly jolted, his expression growing even more savage.

He hurriedly turned around, trying to pull out that damned bamboo shoot.

At the same time, he cursed Tang San's parents and eighteen generations of ancestors in his mind.

Did his entire family have to disappear in exchange for the birth of such a hellish brat?!

Hidden in the shadows as he watched Tang San, Tang Hao suddenly sneezed and unconsciously pulled his cloak tighter around himself...

The instant Zhao Wuji turned around, Tang San's cheeks puffed up. He bit down on something between his teeth, producing a crisp crack.

That's what you get for being arrogant! Tang San thought.

Then he blew hard.

A dart burning with tiny sparks instantly flew toward Zhao Wuji.

This was also the ignition method he had specially prepared for the second stage of the Gang Pai Thunderclap!

"Explode!"

As Tang San's voice fell, the dart skimmed through the thick mist. The tiny sparks at its tail flared up just then, instantly igniting the mist through friction.

By the time Zhao Wuji heard the sound, it was already too late to react.

Under Zhao Wuji's terrified gaze, a blaze instantly appeared.

Boom!!!

The thick mist enveloping Zhao Wuji instantly exploded, and the locking Soul Skill on Tang San vanished at the same time. Tang San hurriedly raised both arms to block, but the blast still sent him flying.

After he landed, his sleeves and trousers were scorched to varying degrees.

Tang San rolled twice on the ground before finally putting out the sparks on his body.

Ning Rongrong watched, dumbstruck, and tugged at Ye Fan's sleeve.

"Isn't Tang San's Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass? What are all these bizarre abilities of his?"

Xiao Wu shook her head.

She did not know either.

Tang San's abilities were strange and peculiar. Whenever she asked where he had learned them, he always brushed her off with vague answers...

Hearing this, Ye Fan smiled. "Who knows? Maybe our Tang San is extraordinarily gifted, a genius."

He silently added in his mind.

[None of the peculiar abilities he uses belong to this world, whether it's his hidden weapons, his Purple Demon Eye, or his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Tang San is someone reincarnated from another world... In my previous life, he once let it slip while he was drunk. He seemed to come from a faction called the Tang Sect.

At least, no such place exists on the Douluo Continent... not before Tang San establishes this so-called Tang Sect.]

With those words, Ye Fan had effectively laid Tang San's secrets bare.

Hearing Ye Fan's account, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were inwardly shocked!

Another world?!

No wonder none of those things he uses make any sense...

At this thought, Xiao Wu also understood why Ye Fan was always wary of Tang San.

It was not merely because he had a grudge against him, but also because Tang San was not from this world!

Wariness rose in both girls' hearts in unison.

By now, the flames on the field were gradually fading.

Under the burning flames, that little bit of fart had been consumed in an instant.

Once the flames dispersed, Zhao Wuji's bedraggled figure appeared before everyone's eyes.

His clothes had all been charred, turning into a black mass wrapped around his body.

He looked like a Terminator T250 who had been teleported into an electrical box and triggered a chain of fires and explosions.

If his hair had been a little longer, he ought to have been sporting a flaming head now, too.

His gaze toward Tang San brimmed with resentment.

This damned brat didn't just disgust me-now he's left me looking like this...

I've lost every scrap of face!!!

Zhao Wuji discreetly glanced at the distant stick of incense.

Less than half of it remained.

Enough time for me to tear this brat to pieces!!

At that thought, a ferocious aura suddenly emerged from Zhao Wuji's entire body.

His gaze locked firmly onto Tang San.

A Soul Ring flashed beneath his feet.

"Position Tracking!"

"Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

With a roar, Zhao Wuji instantly lunged toward Tang San!

Seeing that there was no one behind him and no one intended to step forward, Tang San forced himself to his feet.

Just now... did Zhao Wuji do something?

He had no time to think further. Facing Zhao Wuji's attack, he hurriedly used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge.

But... Zhao Wuji changed direction in midair against all reason, moving along with Tang San.

Tang San: "!!!"

How is that possible!?

"Die, brat!"

With a savage grin on his face, Zhao Wuji brought his attack down in an instant.

Boom!!!

An explosive sound instantly rang out across the field.

The power of Zhao Wuji's furious strike was no small matter.

Even at a distance, Ning Rongrong could not help covering her ears and ducking behind Ye Fan. She whispered, "Tang San isn't dead, is he?"

He's the protagonist chosen by destiny. How could anything happen to him?

Ye Fan muttered inwardly.

At the same time, he discreetly glanced toward Tang Hao's location.

If anything happened to Tang San, Tang Hao certainly would not sit still.

Then he gently pushed aside Ning Rongrong's hand, which was gripping him.

Ning Rongrong: "What are you doing???"

Under Ning Rongrong's puzzled gaze, Ye Fan chuckled. "Tang San has kept Zhao Wuji occupied for so long. His Soul Power should be almost exhausted. Now it's my turn to perform."

Besides... I can't take the acting too far.

If I only step in after my teammate gets beaten to death, that would be a terrible performance.

What if Tang San gets beaten so badly that his heart for cultivation collapses?

Now, the timing is just right.

On the field, Zhao Wuji had already slapped Tang San into the ground. Without even a chance to use his Dragon Whisker Needle, he lay unconscious in a deep crater.

Out like a light.

Clutching his backside, Zhao Wuji glared viciously at Tang San in the crater.

If the little bastard had not passed out, he would have given Tang San another two slaps!

Just one slap was nowhere near enough to vent his anger!

"Pah, count yourself lucky..." Zhao Wuji spat lightly.

Just then.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of footsteps reached Zhao Wuji's ears.