Douro Continent

Chapter 269 Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School (Part 2)

Tang San was eager to test what would happen if he could use the Eight Spider Lances to absorb an opponent's power. However, he rarely encountered opponents who were truly deadly, and if the absorption effect of the Eight Spider Lances brought a devastating disaster to the opponent, the consequences would be severe.

The conflict between the Taino father and son today is just a normal one.

"Brother, how are you?" Xiao Wu burst through the door and immediately saw the blood Tang San was spitting out. She quickly ran over and supported his arm.

Tang San smiled and shook his head. "It's nothing, just a minor shock. Tai Long's father's strength is the most proportionally powerful I've ever seen among Soul Masters. This kind of all-strength Soul Master requires an extreme training method; otherwise, if his agility were any higher, I probably would have already lost."

Xiao Wu helped Tang San sit up on the bed. "Brother, you actually defeated a Soul King! It's caused quite a stir at the academy. If you hadn't run fast, you'd probably be surrounded by students and teachers right now. When I chased you out, I saw several teachers negotiating with Tai Long and his son. It seems they're demanding compensation for the damage to the land in front of the academy. They've really lost everything this time. Tai Long's family is so protective of their own. Back in Notting Hill, I've beaten up quite a few people, but I've never seen anyone's family stand up for them. Brother, do you think your grandfather will actually come out now that you've beaten up Tai Long's father?"

After saying the last sentence, Xiao Wu couldn't help but laugh.

Tang San couldn't help but smile. He didn't have a bad impression of Tai Long and his son. If Tai Long hadn't insulted Xiao Wu, he wouldn't have used such a potent poison to attack. Even Tang San himself couldn't believe that he could actually defeat a Soul King.

Xiao Wu looked at the bed opposite Tang San and said irritably, "I don't know where Uncle Big Sausage has gone. He's not here when we need him."

Tang San took a slow breath, a sharp pain shooting through his internal organs. He knew his injuries were serious. "Xiao Wu, you should go back and rest. I need to cultivate for a while to heal the damage to my meridians."

"No, I won't leave. I'll stay here and protect you. What if someone comes looking for trouble again? Brother, you continue your cultivation. I'll protect you."

Tang San nodded, sat cross-legged on the bed, and slowly began to circulate the internal energy of his Xuan Tian Gong.

With Tyrone's help, Tyno finally left Shrek Academy. He didn't know how long it had been since he had felt this weak. Although the poison had been neutralized, his body felt completely drained, and he was so weak that even walking was a problem.

Humiliation, shame, pain, and resentment surged through him. He never imagined he would be so humiliated, losing to a boy who wasn't even level 40 yet. The feeling was even harder for him to accept than the physical injuries.

Tyrone supported his father, not daring to utter a single word. Only after Taino paid for the repairs to the ground in front of the academy were the teachers allowed to leave. It was said that he received a discounted price because he was an academy student.

Fortunately, Shrek Academy was not located in the city center, so although the commotion was considerable, it did not attract the city defense forces.

Tailong could understand his father's feelings at this moment. He had similar feelings when he was defeated by Tang San. However, his father was much stronger than him in both age and strength, so his pain was naturally deeper.

"Dad, are you feeling better?" Tyrone asked cautiously after walking quite a distance. He knew his father's fiery temper all too well.

To Tyrone's surprise, Taino didn't take his anger out on him. Instead, his expression was calm. "Son, you didn't lose unjustly. Even your old man got beaten up like this. No wonder you couldn't beat him. Do you know anything about that kid?"

Tailong shook his head blankly. "This is his first day of class. I... I saw him sitting next to Xiaowu, so I wanted to challenge him to a duel. As you know, I really like Xiaowu."

Taino glared at Tailong. "You've really got guts for a woman. Just like your old man back then. But you didn't do anything wrong. You should be brave and go for it when you're with a woman you love. That's how I won over your mother, but back then I challenged Soul Masters who were much stronger than me. Unlike you, so pathetic, you can't even beat someone younger than yourself. That's the result of not putting in any effort."

Tyrone cautiously argued, "But Dad, I seem to be the fastest cultivator in our family's history. When you were my age, you weren't as fast as me, were you?"

"Damn it. What do you mean by saying that?" Taino roared in anger.

Tyrone said helplessly, "What I mean is, it's not that your son is useless, but that the opponent is too strong. I really don't know how that kid cultivated. He looks to be at most fifteen or sixteen years old, how could he possess such powerful soul power? Could he be from one of the seven major sects?"

Hearing his son's words, Tyrone's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's go home first. In my memory, no powerful sect uses Blue Silver Grass as their martial soul. I never imagined that Blue Silver Grass could become so powerful. Especially those last few strands he used; they couldn't even completely block my defense, otherwise I wouldn't have been poisoned. Come on, let's go back and ask your grandfather; perhaps he knows."

"Grandpa?" Tyrone's face immediately turned ashen. "No need. Dad, we've embarrassed ourselves so much. If Grandpa finds out, he'll give us a good beating. Besides, what if he comes to our school and causes trouble like you did? I won't be able to go to school then."

Taino snorted. "We, the Strength Clan, are fiercely protective of our own. What's wrong with that? You have a problem with that? I have to tell your grandfather about this. I don't believe a child could be that strong either. Let's hear what he has to say. It's not shameful to come here and cause trouble; what's shameful is to cause trouble and then let them leave. I'll die if I don't get my revenge."

The two strong figures gradually disappeared into the distance; one had a face swollen like a pig's head, and the other was as pale as paper. They were truly in a sorry state.

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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Rongrong sat on the sofa in the living room, swinging her slender legs repeatedly. Her red lips were so pouty that they could almost hold a soy sauce bottle.

She had been back for most of the day, but her father was nowhere to be seen, causing her initial excitement to gradually fade.

Opposite Ning Rongrong, an old man with a withered face was slowly sipping tea. Although he was sitting, his physique was still astonishing. He wasn't the kind of muscular man with extremely large muscles, but his entire body frame was surprisingly large.

The sofa, which was originally quite spacious, seemed much smaller when he sat on it.

The clothes seemed to be stretched taut by his skeleton; his muscles and skin were gaunt, and his eye sockets were sunken. If seen at night, he would look like a giant skeleton. A few sparse white hairs lay on his scalp, making him as ugly as could be.

"My little princess, don't be angry anymore. Your father will probably be back soon," the withered old man said to Ning Rongrong, putting down his teacup.

His voice was very hoarse, like leaves falling in the wind, which sounded particularly unpleasant.

Ning Rongrong jumped off the sofa and sat down on the withered old man's lap. Compared to the huge old man, her fair and beautiful face looked like a porcelain doll. She reached out and grabbed the white hair on the withered old man's head. "I don't care. I've been gone for so long, and I finally came back, but Dad isn't here. He's deliberately avoiding me, isn't he? Grandpa Bone, you have to stand up for me."

The withered old man's face twitched slightly, and he said with a wry smile, "My little princess, please stop messing with those few withered grasses on your old man's head. Otherwise, I'll really go bald, and that wretched old man from your sword grandfather will laugh at me even more. You want me to stand up for you? How can I do that? Is there anyone in the sect who dares to offend you?"

Ning Rongrong thought for a moment and said, "That's true. Humph, whatever, I'll make sure Dad gives me something nice when he gets back so I can calm down. Grandpa Bone, you have to put in a good word for me, okay?"

The withered old man, forced by circumstances to keep his few remaining hairs, could only nod repeatedly. If the people of the Soul Master world saw him like this, they would be utterly astonished. The Bone Douluo, hailed as the most enigmatic of the Title Douluos, had been rendered like this by a mere young girl; probably no one would believe it.

"I knew Grandpa Bone was the best." Ning Rongrong didn't seem to find the old Grandpa Bone in front of her ugly at all. She kissed him hard on the face before jumping off his lap.

Looking at the lively Ning Rongrong, Bone Douluo's eyes revealed a warm and doting expression. He had watched Ning Rongrong grow up, and the spoiled personality of this little devil was almost entirely cultivated by him and Ning Rongrong's other grandfather, Sword Grandpa.

"I heard our little witch is back? Where is she? Rongrong, come out quickly and let Daddy see her." Just then, the person who came to the rescue finally arrived.

Upon hearing the voice, Ning Rongrong was initially excited and wanted to go to greet it, but she immediately realized that she was still angry, so she quickly put on a stern face and turned her back to the door.

Her charming appearance made Bone Douluo on the sofa chuckle.

(End of this chapter)