The instant Tang San was flung away, Lin Chuan stamped his foot and likewise unleashed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
Only, his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was nothing like Tang San's.
Every step left an afterimage behind him, and another step left another.
One afterimage per step, packed densely together in overlapping layers, dazzling anyone who watched.
In less than a second, Lin Chuan's figure flashed, appearing directly behind Tang San as he was still flying backward through the air.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and drove a punch squarely into Tang San's stomach.
A dull thud rang out.
Tang San instantly went from flying backward to flying forward, his body curled like a cooked shrimp, nearly spewing a mouthful of sour stomach fluid.
And that was not the end.
Lin Chuan stamped his foot again, his figure vanishing once more. The next second, he was already waiting in the direction Tang San was flying.
Before Tang San could even process what was happening, another punch came straight at him, striking his stomach with absolute precision.
Thud!
Tang San went flying in another direction.
Another flash, and Lin Chuan appeared in his flight path again, delivering another punch.
Thud!
Another flash, another appearance, another punch.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Back and forth it went. Tang San was like a human punching bag, knocked through the air to the east, from east to west, from west to north, and from north to south.
Every time he was sent flying, before he could land, Lin Chuan was already waiting at the next spot, adding another punch to send him on his way.
Back and forth, to and fro, it repeated dozens of times.
Watching the scene before them, Wang Sheng and the others felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their heads, their scalps practically ready to explode.
They had never imagined that Boss Lin Chuan could be so unreasonably strong.
That new work-study student had been beaten into this miserable state by sheer force.
And do not forget: when that work-study student first attacked, a single set of bizarre footwork had already convinced everyone he was no pushover. They had all thought he was quite strong.
But now?
He did not even qualify to fight back.
If it had been them, forget lasting a few moves-one punch would probably have killed them outright.
Xiao Wu's scalp was tingling too, but what filled her heart most was fear.
She understood better than anyone that Lin Chuan had already seen through her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Besides, Lin Chuan clearly came from a great clan, so powerful experts were bound to be protecting him in secret.
Could she really escape?
No... even if I really can't escape, I have to think of something.
At that very instant, Xiao Wu's mind, with its world-shaking wisdom, raced, and she actually came up with a plan.
That was to gain Lin Chuan's trust first.
As long as Lin Chuan trusts me, he probably won't be able to bring himself to deal a ruthless blow afterward, right?
At the same moment, in some out-of-the-way corner of Nuoding Academy where even sunlight could not reach.
Tang Hao crouched in the shadows, having watched that entire scene of bullying with perfect clarity.
That look was all it took to make him explode with rage on the spot.
His right hand was behind his back, a ball of Soul Power flickering erratically in his palm as though having a fit.
A tiny phantom Clear Sky Hammer even popped out in anger from time to time, only to be forcibly suppressed again.
"Fuck, he's like an old god of longevity eating arsenic-tired of living! He even dared bully my Little San? He's practically found his own path to death."
His eyes were red with fury as he spoke through gritted teeth.
In all honesty, Tang Hao wanted nothing more than to smash that little bastard into meat paste with a single blow of his hammer.
But the blade of reason remained pressed firmly against his throat.
This was Nuoding City, not some vegetable market where he could run wild as he pleased.
If he swung the Clear Sky Hammer in full public view.
By tomorrow, those haunting pests from Spirit Hall would absolutely have this place surrounded so tightly that not even water could get through.
In that single second, an entire blockbuster about continuing his life on the run had already played out in his head.
At that thought, Tang Hao instantly abandoned the idea of taking action.
But he had only abandoned the idea of taking action right now.
Tang Hao intended to act that night.
Once night fell.
He had to teach that brat a vivid lesson in reconstructing his outlook on life.
Some might ask: with Tang Hao's explosive temper, why would he only teach him a lesson rather than kill him outright?
The reason was actually very simple, and very Tang Hao.
He was an extremely realistic pragmatist.
Tang Hao believed.
This little bastard who bullied Little San deserved a beating, but his strength was actually passable. He had some ability.
Rather than slaughter him and dirty his own hands.
It would be better to drag him out at night, reform him physically, and train him into an obedient vicious dog that attacked wherever he was told.
After all, fertile water should not flow into another family's fields.
He could then hand him over to Little San as a free personal bodyguard. However he calculated it, that deal was no loss.
"Little San, just bear with it a little longer. Who goes through life without taking a beating? Just think of it as one of the eighty-one tribulations on the road to growing stronger. Only by enduring the bitterest hardship can you rise above others. This is no loss."
"Once Daddy beats that brat into complete submission tonight and turns him into a lapdog, you can trample him however you like and vent your anger however you please."
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Tang Hao muttered to himself.
Meanwhile.
Inside Dorm Seven.
Lin Chuan finally gave up on beating Tang San.
At that moment, Tang San lay sprawled on the floor, violently vomiting sour stomach fluid. As for the smell-how should one put it? It was practically comparable to a leaking poison-gas shell, subjecting all of Dorm Seven to an indiscriminate wave of "physical dispersal."
Wang Sheng and the others, even Xiao Wu, turned green at the smell, the disgust in their eyes practically overflowing.
In perfect unspoken agreement, everyone retreated several meters at once.
"See that? This is the proper way to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. You thief who stole another's teachings, do you even know how to use it?"
In fact, the moment Tang San opened his mouth to vomit for the first time, Lin Chuan had taken a tactical step backward and slipped straight to a safe distance.
He looked at Tang San from afar and delivered another finishing blow.
One could even call it killing the man and condemning his heart.
At those words, before the fire in Tang San's heart could rise, profound terror smothered it in its cradle.
Because he was dumbfounded, his head filled with questions.
Isn't this the world of the Douluo Continent?
Why does someone here know Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track?
And Mysterious Jade Hand too?
Does that make any sense?
Could the people from the Tang Sect in my previous life have chased me all the way into this other world?
Why... why?!
You already forced me to jump off a cliff, and I've fled to another world! Aren't you putting way too much effort into this after-sales manhunt?
Why won't you just let me go?
The more Tang San thought, the more frightened he became, roaring wildly inside, his face as pale as paper.
His entire body shook like a sieve, cold sweat pouring down. Then his eyes rolled back.
He very simply passed out from fright.
He went straight into...
An on-the-spot physical system crash.
Looking at Tang San, who had "crashed" right where he lay, the others in Dorm Seven stared at one another, collectively sinking into deathly silence.