Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Chapter 34 Too Lazy to Kill You

"Su Chen!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his voice trembled with extreme anger.

"Don't go too far!"

"Too much?"

Su Chen smiled.

He still had Tang San under his feet, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife as he looked at Yu Xiaogang.

"You're using a disciple who just got his first spirit ring and hasn't really seen the world as your fig leaf, showing him off everywhere and using him to justify your nonsensical theories."

"Now the fig leaf has been torn off."

"You told me you went too far?"

"Yu Xiaogang, have you lived too long? Have you forgotten your own limitations?"

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter wasn't loud.

But the sting made Yu Xiaogang tremble all over.

Because he knew.

Starting today.

This scene will definitely get out.

He is Yu Xiaogang, his proud disciple Tang San, and he always has that set of "theories" on his lips—

This kick will be used as a pretext for repeated ridicule.

Moreover, it happened in a place like Soul Beast Town, a place where all sorts of people mingle and news spreads most easily.

He could almost imagine it.

It won't be long.

Rumors like "Yu Xiaogang's disciple was brutally beaten and trampled on the ground in the street by a kid who didn't even have a spirit ring" would spread like wildfire.

Thinking about this...

Yu Xiaogang's already nearly shattered dignity finally cracked completely.

"Flanders!"

He turned his head abruptly, his voice hoarse, "You're just going to watch?!"

Flanders fell silent.

He certainly didn't want to see it.

The problem is, he figured it out too.

The current situation is beyond what he can control with just a few words or a simple action.

Putting aside the fact that Su Chen's combat strength and speed are already outrageous to the extreme.

The sight of that gray-robed man standing in the shadows at the street corner alone sent chills down his spine.

That person didn't move at all from beginning to end.

But Flanders always had a feeling.

As long as you dare to take another step forward.

The other party can make you regret it on the spot.

This is not speculation.

Rather, it is the Soul Saint's instinctive intuition about danger.

"Xiao Gang," Flander said in a low voice with difficulty, "now is not the time to act impulsively."

Yu Xiaogang looked at him suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Even Flanders won't help?

In that instant, he truly felt what it meant to be utterly powerless.

There was no one around to rely on.

The disciple lay prostrate on the ground.

I didn't even dare to take a single step forward.

This humiliation made Yu Xiaogang almost want to crawl into a hole on the spot.

But Su Chen gave him no room to escape.

"Tang San".

Su Chen's footing loosened slightly.

It's not about releasing people.

Instead, it left him a sliver of space to speak.

"tell me."

"Do you still think your sneaky footwork, hidden weapons, and Blue Silver Grass are enough to make me look at you with any respect?"

Tang San lay on the ground, his ten fingers digging tightly into the crack.

The knuckles turned white from the exertion.

He wanted to express his dissatisfaction.

He wanted to say that if he weren't still developing, if the Blue Silver Grass weren't inherently weak, if this weren't a battle environment he wasn't truly familiar with—

But when these words reached his lips, he couldn't utter a single one.

Because it's meaningless.

A loss is a loss.

Moreover, it happened head-on, in front of everyone, and even after his initial sneak attack failed, he was thoroughly beaten through.

"Not going to tell?"

Su Chen's voice turned colder.

"Then I'll speak for you."

You don't deserve it.

"You are not worthy of me drawing my sword now."

These words were spoken.

Tang San trembled violently.

Compared to the punches, kicks, and stomping we just saw...

This sentence truly struck him hard on the heart.

What he couldn't stand the most was never physical pain.

Rather, it's the feeling of being completely negated and utterly looked down upon.

Especially since this person is Su Chen.

Su Chen, who should have been defined by Yu Xiaogang as having a "useless martial spirit".

This is simply a joke.

A joke that would make him and his teacher both severely punished and nailed to the pillar of shame.

Su Chen looked at him, his eyes still showing little emotion.

This is Tang San.

Tang San now.

It has not yet grown to the point where it can be feared in the later stages.

But the sinister, ruthless, and obsessive sense of superiority that was inherent in him had already begun to emerge.

This kind of person will never truly learn the pain unless you thoroughly trample on what they are most proud of.

and so.

This kick was more than just a strike.

It's still about establishing authority.

He stood there to show Tang San.

It was also set up for Yu Xiaogang to see.

He stood there for all the people in the street who wanted to see the spectacle.

"Get up."

Su Chen finally withdrew his foot.

Tang San's body relaxed, and he almost instinctively wanted to roll back.

But as soon as he braced himself on the ground...

Su Chen's figure disappeared from the spot once again.

In an instant.

Tang San's pupils shrank to pinpoints!

Not again?!

Snapped!

A slap in the face.

The crisp sound echoed throughout the entire long street.

Tang San was slapped so hard that his head was turned to the side, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. His body staggered and flew several meters, crashing hard into the thick wooden pillar in front of the restaurant next door!

The wooden pillar vibrated with a hum.

Dust fell down in a flurry.

The entire venue fell into complete silence.

"This slap."

Su Chen slowly withdrew his hand, his voice indifferent.

"I'm telling you."

Before you try to throw that kind of disgusting stuff at my eyes and throat again, think about whether you deserve it.

Tang San slid to the ground, half of his face visibly swollen.

My ears are ringing.

My mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

But more than any of that, what ignited within him was an almost insane sense of humiliation and murderous intent.

He had never wanted to kill anyone as much as he did now.

It's not a win.

It's not about suppressing it.

Instead, kill them completely.

But...

He can't do it now.

You can't even touch it.

This huge difference almost made Tang San's eyes bloodshot.

Su Chen looked at him like that, but felt nothing but indifference.

Past and Present.

What he despises most are people who always attribute their failures to "the timing not being right".

If you lose, just admit it honestly.

If you've been thoroughly crushed, first think about why you dare to stand up.

Instead of harboring resentment and waiting to retaliate from behind one day.

Tang San is that kind of person.

Therefore, Su Chen was very clear about this.

Today's battle.

It's not over yet.

No one speaks.

Even their breathing sounded suppressed.

All eyes were on Tang San.

That slap was too sharp.

That's too ruthless.

That wasn't just a regular slap in the face.

Instead, it ruthlessly crushed all the pride that a young soul master had just built up in front of everyone.

Tang San leaned against a wooden pillar, half of his face swollen high, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and chin.

His chest was still heaving violently.

It's not because I can't stand up straight.

It wasn't because he was so angry he was about to explode.

From small to large.

Whether in his previous life in the Tang Sect or in this life after arriving in Douluo Continent, he has always been accustomed to keeping everything in his own hands.

Hidden weapons, movement techniques, cunning, judgment —

These things are his source of confidence.

It was also the reason he always felt he was naturally superior to others.

But now.

Su Chen told him in the simplest, most direct, and most blunt way.

Your confidence is nothing but a joke in the face of absolute speed and power.

"The mistress—"

Yu Xiaogang's throat was dry, and his voice changed.

He wanted to go there.

But my feet felt like they were filled with lead.

It's not that I don't want to.

Rather, they dare not.

Because Su Chen stood in the middle of the long street, holding his unsheathed sword, his whole being like a blade whose sharpness was obscured by flames.

That sense of oppression is something a child shouldn't have.

Yu Xiaogang had no doubt.

If I dare to rush up now, not only will I fail to protect Tang San, but my last shred of dignity will also be crushed even more severely.

This feeling of powerlessness almost drove him mad.

A dignified "master".

A grandmaster who proposed the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul".

Now he could only watch helplessly as his most prized disciple was brutally trampled in the face by a young boy.

And there's still nothing we can do.

This feeling was worse than killing him.

Flander stood to the side, his face also looking extremely grim.

He is not Yu Xiaogang.

He saw things more clearly than Yu Xiaogang.

It is precisely because I understand this that I am even more alarmed.

Tang San's move just now was beyond the level of an ordinary beginner Soul Master.

He is agile, skilled with hidden weapons, accurate in his attacks, and quick in his reactions.

In a place like Nottingham College, he would be enough to make a group of his peers feel ashamed.

But in front of Su Chen.

But the whole thing was like a joke.

The opponent didn't even reveal their martial soul and soul rings.

From start to finish, only two things were used.

speed.

And strength.

These two things, however, are ridiculously strong.

Flanders even had a vague feeling about it.

That was not even Su Chen's limit.

It was just that he felt it was "enough to beat Tang San to a pulp."

If Su Chen is really serious.

Tang San probably won't even make it past the first round.

This is the part that sends chills down your spine.

"Su Chen".

Tang San finally stood up a little straight, looked up at the front, his eyes bloodshot.

That wasn't just simple anger.

Instead, it was an almost uncontrollable killing intent.

"You'd better just kill me today."

"otherwise-"

"What else?"

Su Chen interrupted him directly, his tone as flat as if he were asking about the weather.

Tang San stared intently at him, his chest heaving violently.

"Otherwise, one day I'll make you regret it."

These words were spoken.

Many people in the crowd had a change in their expressions.

They could tell.

This is no longer the kind of harsh words spoken by an ordinary teenager in a fit of desperation after losing.

Instead, they truly harbored resentment.

But Su Chen just smiled after hearing this.

The smile was faint.

It doesn't even qualify as mockery.

It's more like watching an ignorant fool.

"Tang San".

"Do you think you can still stand here and say such harsh things to me because you have the right?"

"no."

"It's because I'm too lazy to kill you."

"Someone of your caliber is too cheap to die now."

The words were plain and unremarkable.

Yet every word was piercing to the heart.

Tang San's face flushed bright red.

What he couldn't stand the most was this blatant contempt.

I don't consider him an opponent.

I didn't see him as a threat.

They weren't even enemies.

They just treated him like something they could easily crush.

This was the most vicious humiliation for Tang San.