"Wuuu-(Why did this happen?)"
"Wuuu-(I'd clearly already become a Soul Master!)"
"Wuuu-(How could I fail to withstand even one punch!)"
The searing pain of his nasal bone being smashed apart left Tang San unable to form a complete sentence. Everything before his eyes was blurred.
The thick taste of blood mingled with bitter, salty tears as it flowed into his mouth, yet it could not compare to even half the bitterness in his heart.
Compared with his earlier sneak attack on Lu Chen using the Silent Sleeve Arrow, only to be taken down instead, this latest defeat left Tang San unable to find even an excuse.
After successive failures, Tang San stood on the brink of his Dao heart shattering.
Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Lu Chen had already cast a deep shadow over his heart. If they fought again, fear might prevent him from bringing out even seventy percent of his strength.
Could it be that I'll never be his match?
No, I still have other means!
Without the grass in my right hand, I still have the hammer in my left!
At that moment, Tang San felt a powerful urge to unleash his hammer, his second martial soul, and smash that damned Lu Chen, along with everyone before him who had witnessed his ugly defeat, to pieces!
Except Xiao Wu, of course-
But in the end, he held himself back.
Spirit Hall's influence was far too vast. Even its lowest-ranking Nuoding Branch Hall could cover the sky with one hand within a city!
He thought of his father's dispirited drinking to drown his sorrows, and the wariness woven through Yu Xiaogang's words-
If he exposed his hammer martial soul, he would probably meet an extremely miserable end.
Helpless, Tang San could only silently swallow this