Douluo: Yu Hao is reborn, this Tang San is different

Chapter 64 Tang Hao angrily beats Yu Xiaogang

After giving Qin Ming the healing elixir, Huo Yuhao was afraid that soul beasts would attack again, so he carried him back to the cave.

The cave was dark and damp, with a faint musty smell.

Huo Yuhao carefully placed Qin Ming on a relatively dry and flat ground, then picked up some dry branches from the surrounding area and lit them with the tinder he carried with him, making a bonfire. The jumping flames illuminated the cave and also reflected the redness on Huo Yuhao's slightly tired face.

Huo Yuhao sat beside Qin Ming, keeping a close eye on him. As time passed, Qin Ming's face gradually regained some color, and his breathing became steady.

At the same time, outside the Star Dou Forest.

On the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, Yu Tianheng woke up slowly, feeling sore all over, as if every inch of his bones were broken. He struggled to sit up, with a look of confusion and weakness in his eyes.

When he learned that Qin Ming was fighting the soul beast alone to cover their retreat, Yu Tianheng's face, which was originally slightly pale due to injury, instantly turned red, his eyes widened, and anger burned in them.

"What did you say? Teacher Qin Ming is still in there to cover our retreat?" Yu Tianheng's eyes widened, the confusion in his eyes instantly replaced by anger. His voice trembled with anger as he asked, "Why did you leave Teacher Qin Ming alone? He was in danger to protect us. How could you just abandon him like this!"

After saying that, he stood up suddenly, ignoring the pain in his body, clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and veins bulged on his forehead, as if he was about to rush out to find Qin Ming in the next second.

The Shi brothers stood aside, heads bowed, faces brimming with guilt. They stammered, trying to explain, "Boss Yu, we...we didn't want to either, but our teacher gave us a death order to take you, who was injured, away first. He said he had a way to deal with it..."

"Deal with? Those soul beasts are so powerful, how can the teacher handle them alone!" Yu Tianheng didn't listen to the explanation at all, and interrupted the Shi brothers with a roar. He turned around and was about to walk into the depths of the forest, his steps staggering but extremely firm.

Seeing this, Dugu Yan hurried forward and grabbed him, her eyes full of worry and anxiety: "Tianheng, calm down. You are still so seriously injured. What can you do if you go back? It will only make the teacher more worried!"

"Worried? If I watch my teacher die, I will regret it for the rest of my life!" Yu Tianheng shook off Dugu Yan's hand and almost knocked her to the ground.

Yu Feng circled in the air, calling out anxiously, "Yu Tianheng, don't be impulsive. Let's work out a solution. It's too dangerous to go back rashly!"

At this moment, Ye Lingling bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening. With a choked yet resolute voice, she said, "In that case, let's all go back together. If we have to die, we die together. Teacher Qin Ming has been put in danger for us. We can't abandon him."

Hearing this, everyone nodded, with determination in their eyes.

So, everyone returned to the mixed area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest and hurried towards the place where Qin Ming had just been trapped.

When they returned to the battlefield, the scene before them made everyone's heart tremble. The ground was in ruins, with charred trees lying in all directions. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and the stench of soul beast feces and urine.

However, apart from these, there was no one here. Qin Ming's whereabouts were not seen, and his body was not found either.

"Teacher Qin Ming!" Yu Tianheng shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the forest, but he received no response. His eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness, and he walked back and forth eagerly, not missing any corner.

The Shi brothers also split up, carefully scanning the ground for any signs of fighting or any clues left by Qin Ming. Dugu Yan crouched down, reaching out to touch the charred trees, brow furrowed, trying to find any clues. Yufeng circled in the air, continuously expanding his search range, his sharp eyes fixed on the ground, not missing any unusual signs.

Unable to find Qin Ming's whereabouts, Dugu Yan's eyes welled up, and with a trembling voice, she spoke out the words that everyone was worried about: "Could Teacher Qin Ming have been eaten by the soul beast?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts tightened.

Yu Tianheng turned his head abruptly, staring at Dugu Yan with his eyes, and said, "Yanzi, don't talk nonsense! Teacher Qin Ming is so powerful, how could he be eaten by a soul beast so easily!"

His voice echoed in the forest with unquestionable firmness, but his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner anxiety.

The group searched for another whole afternoon, running around in the forest and shouting, their voices became hoarse, but they still couldn't find Qin Ming's whereabouts.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, the light in the forest quickly dimmed, and the surrounding trees were hazy in the twilight, as if hiding countless unknown dangers.

Yu Tianheng stared at the gradually darkening sky, his brow furrowed, his heart filled with helplessness and anxiety. He took a deep breath and said to the group, "It's getting dark now, and it's even easier to be attacked by spirit beasts in this forest. Don't panic, everyone. We're leaving here and will come back tomorrow to look for him. If we can't find him, we'll just have to go back to the academy and gather some people to come back and look for the teacher."

After hearing this, although everyone was reluctant, they understood that what Yu Tianheng said made sense and nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Nottingham City.

The cardinal sent by Wuhun City was dressed in a gorgeous and majestic red robe with the golden Wuhun Hall emblem embroidered on the corner, which fluttered gently in the breeze.

After briefly learning Tang San's basic information in the Wuhun Hall of Notting City, he looked solemn, nodded slightly, then turned around and strode out of the hall.

After walking out of the Spirit Hall, the cardinal went straight to the luxurious carriage parked on the side. The coachman had been waiting for a long time. When he saw him coming, he hurried forward and respectfully opened the door.

The cardinal bent down slightly and got into the carriage. The interior was luxuriously decorated, but the soft cushions and pillows could not relieve his inner tension and seriousness. As soon as he sat down, he knocked on the carriage. The coachman understood and shook the reins lightly. The carriage started slowly and drove towards the streets of Nottingham.

The carriage moved slowly along the streets of Nottingham. The cardinal looked out the window at everything around him with sharp eyes.

The street vendors were busy hawking their wares, and pedestrians were coming and going. It seemed like a peaceful scene, but the cardinal knew that key clues might be hidden beneath the surface. From time to time, he asked the coachman to stop the carriage and call passers-by on the street to ask about Tang San.

Soon, he knew clearly that Tang San came from the Holy Soul Village, so he prepared to go to the Holy Soul Village to investigate.

Arriving at Holy Spirit Village, the Cardinal quickly scanned the quaint village. Adobe houses were scattered in an orderly fashion, interspersed with winding paths, and occasionally a few chickens strolled along the roadside.

He walked straight to the village entrance and stopped a passing villager.

"What can I do for you?" The villager, dressed simply, his clothes patched with a few patches, wore a simple expression, but his eyes revealed curiosity and a hint of fear towards the man in finery before him. The cardinal pulled a gold soul coin from his pocket and waved it before the villager's eyes. The coin gleamed alluringly in the sunlight.

The villagers' eyes widened instantly, filled with surprise and desire.

Seeing this, the cardinal nodded slightly, handed the gold soul coin to the villager, and said, "I want to inquire about someone. If you tell me the truth, there may be more."

The villagers nodded hurriedly, holding the gold soul coin tightly, as if they were afraid that it would fly away.

"Tang San, do you know him?" asked the cardinal.

The villagers quickly said, "I know him, Tang San. He and his father came to our Holy Soul Village nine years ago. He has no mother and I heard she was murdered by a noble. His father is Tang Hao, a blacksmith. He doesn't talk much and just works hard at iron."

Hearing Tang Hao's name, the cardinal's body trembled violently, a look of shock instantly appearing on his face. He recalled Haotian Douluo, who had been so famous on the continent a few years ago and had suddenly disappeared after a battle with the Pope. He quickly calmed his mind and continued to ask, "Does Tang Hao behave in any unusual way on a daily basis? Is he still in the village now?"

The villager scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Tang Hao usually works as a blacksmith and rarely interacts with the villagers. After Tang San went to study in Notting City, he disappeared and is no longer in the village."

When the Cardinal heard that Tang San was Tang Hao's son, he was shocked. Regardless of whether this Tang Hao was the Haotian Douluo Tang Hao who was once famous throughout the continent, such crucial information must be reported back to Wuhun City immediately.

So, he hurriedly left Holy Soul Village, boarded the carriage, and anxiously said to the driver, "Hurry, drive back to Spirit Hall, the faster the better!"

The driver quickly waved the reins, and the carriage sped away, raising a cloud of dust.

However, just as the carriage left Holy Soul Village, a figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead. It was a burly man wearing a torn black robe. He stood silently in the middle of the road like a towering mountain, blocking the carriage's path.

The driver was startled and pulled the reins tightly. The horse raised its front hooves high and neighed. The carriage shook violently several times before it came to a stop.

The cardinal's face changed slightly as he watched the scene unfold. A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. He slowly opened the door, stepped out of the carriage, and stared intently at the man before him.

The man was tall and strong, with broad shoulders that seemed to be able to carry the whole world. His messy long hair was flying wildly, covering most of his face. Only his eyes, as sharp as an eagle, could be seen, emitting a cold light.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?" The cardinal pretended to be calm, his voice carrying the unique majesty of a Spirit Hall bishop.

The man didn't answer immediately, but raised his head slightly. A faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, hidden by his long hair. Then, he slowly spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "What is your purpose in inquiring about Tang San?"

The cardinal's heart trembled. He had never expected this man to know his whereabouts. His eyes flickered subconsciously and he said, "I was just passing by and heard about such a gifted young man. I was just curious."

The man snorted coldly and took a step forward. A powerful aura filled him, and the air around him seemed to freeze. "Hmph, curious? Would someone from the Spirit Hall go to such great lengths to investigate a child simply out of curiosity?"

The next second, nine soul rings, two yellow, two purple, four black and one red, rose from under the man's feet.

Seeing nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—spinning up from the man's feet like dazzling stars, emitting a powerful and chilling aura, the cardinal's face instantly turned pale. His eyes widened with terror and disbelief, his body trembling uncontrollably, his knees buckling, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

He knew very well in his heart that the person in front of him was a Titled Douluo, a powerful being who was enough to turn the tide on the Douluo Continent.

Then, the man slowly raised his arm, and within his palm, a simple and heavy hammer gradually materialized. The hammer's surface was covered in mysterious patterns, emitting an ancient and powerful aura. It was none other than the mighty Clear Sky Hammer.

Seeing this, the cardinal felt as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible hand, and a trembling voice came out of his mouth: "You... You... Don."

However, before he could finish his words, a trace of determination and ruthlessness flashed in the man's eyes. He swung the Clear Sky Hammer violently, and smashed it towards the cardinal with the momentum of destroying the world.

"Bang!" A loud noise, like a thunder exploding on the ground, echoed in the silent mountain forest.

The cardinal didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed into a pile of minced meat. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding grass red.

A few hours later, Notting College.

The master was immersed in his office, concentrating on studying his thick book on martial spirit theory. The room was so quiet that only the rustling of pages turning could be heard. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed his persistent exploration of the mysteries of martial spirits.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence.

The master was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses from his concentration. Then he raised his voice and said, "Come in."

The man who came was an extremely burly man, like a towering mountain.

His hair was like a tangled mass of dry grass, swaying wildly in all directions, a few strands even plastered across his dirt-covered cheeks. His beard, scraggly and unruly, grew like overgrown weeds, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes that seemed to burn with rage.

The man in front of him was so strange that he was full of doubts. He stood up subconsciously and walked towards the man, wanting to ask him why he came.

However, before the master could stand firm, the man suddenly raised his arm, which was as thick as a tree trunk, and with a whistling sound, he slapped the master's cheek with lightning speed.

"Pa!" The slap was so powerful that the sound was particularly loud in the quiet office, like a thunder exploding out of nowhere.

The master had no time to react at all. The slap made him lose his balance instantly, his head tilted to one side, and a red palm print quickly appeared on his face.

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