Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 204 How dare you, traitor Tang San, you have already chosen your death.

Outside the illusion, Han Li almost burst out laughing. He admitted that he had acted somewhat immorally.

Although Tang San considered this his "dream," it was actually not a dream at all, but a high-level illusion controlled by Han Li.

Without his interference, the plot naturally unfolds according to Tang San's subconscious, but when Han Li intervenes, the administrator will automatically switch from Tang San to him.

If Tang San were to control it, the Buddha's Wrath Lotus in his hand would naturally be the genuine article and could be detonated.

Unfortunately, the current controller has become Han Li, so the Buddha's Wrath Lotus has become nothing more than a decoration, and it's not even as effective as firecrackers.

He even simultaneously controlled the Tang Sect elders who evolved from Tang San's memories, and used the highest level of mental damage—

"Nothing much...it was just XX's fantasy before he died," this is a technique to break through defenses.

It seems that the effect is indeed quite good, except that it is not very favorable to Tang San.

However, Han Li clearly didn't care about his feelings.

"No, it's not my fault. The book must be wrong. I made it exactly according to the techniques in the book."

"Hahaha, that's right, that must be it."

Tang San grasped at a straw, laughing wildly. He couldn't accept his defeat. He was the most talented person in the history of the Tang Sect, both in the past and in the future.

"As expected, Tang Yin was right. You're not only a thief, but also a madman."

Mr. Tang looked at the crazed Tang San with some disappointment and shook his head.

"Tang Yin?"

Tang San was stunned; in his memory, there was no such person at all.

"Come here, Tang Yin. Show him what the real Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus is, so that he will give up completely. From today onwards, you will become my personal disciple and gain access to all the Tang Sect's techniques."

Master Tang turned around and called out to an inconspicuous gray-robed outer disciple not far away.

"Yes, Sect Master."

A slightly familiar voice rang out, and a figure began to approach rapidly. Finally, the person called Tang Yin appeared in front of Tang San.

"dad?"

Tang San looked at the familiar face of the newcomer and couldn't help but blurt out.

"I'm not your father. My name is Tang Yin. Tang San, we usually live together. We know each other, but don't call me that. We're not that close. Besides, everyone knows you were adopted."

Tang Yin became anxious upon hearing Tang San's words. This was a crucial moment in his life, and he didn't want to have even the slightest connection with Tang San.

Tang San only realized something was wrong after he spoke. This was the Tang Sect, how could Tang Hao possibly be here? Although this person named Tang Yin did look exactly like Tang Hao, just a bit younger.

"Tang Yin, there's no need to explain. We all believe you. He's just a madman. No one would think he has anything to do with you."

An elder spoke coldly, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt as he looked at Tang San.

"That's right. Even if he did, he should hate you. After all, if you hadn't taken the initiative to expose Tang San, that heartless bastard, the inner sect's secret techniques might have been leaked to the outside world."

Another elder stepped forward, looking at Tang Yin with admiration, but not forgetting to scold Tang San.

"Was it you who reported me to the sect?"

Tang San's anger surged, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Tang Yin.

In his past life, he didn't know how he had been exposed. He never expected that he would stumble upon the truth in his dream.

In his previous life, he was always engrossed in his research and had little contact with other outer disciples, and he didn't even remember their names.

Looking back now, perhaps it was those less talented outer disciples who were jealous of his exceptional talent and chose to report him.

And this outer disciple named Tang Yin is very likely that person; otherwise, why would he dream of such a person?

Perhaps it was his subconscious reminding him that this Tang Yin was the one who reported him back then.

As for why it looks like Tang Hao, it's because he loves his father deeply and can't remember what Tang Yin looks like, so he appears in the appearance of the person he loves most.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Thinking of this, Tang San's gaze toward Tang Yin became even more profound.

Even if he can no longer go back, even if this is just an illusionary dream, Tang Yin has already found a way to die.

"What? You think you can make a move in front of all of us? Do you even have the strength? Or are you trying to make us laugh with that toy you're holding?"

An elder stepped aside to block Tang Yin, looking at Tang San with a mocking expression.

"Tang Yin, there's no need to be afraid. Just demonstrate and let this traitor open his eyes wide to see what the real Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus is, and how you were promoted to a personal disciple, and even have a good chance of becoming the next leader of the Tang Clan."

The elder glanced at Tang San disdainfully, pointed in the direction of Ghost's Sorrow, and indicated that Tang Yin could go ahead and do as he pleased.

"Yes, Elder, your disciple Tang Yin will always remember the sect's nurturing and strive to bring glory to our Tang Sect in the future."

Tang Yin's face flushed red, and he spoke with great excitement.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent! With Tang Yin, the Tang Clan is truly blessed!"

"Tang Yin, I have high hopes for you. You will be the hope for the rise of my Tang Clan."

……

The elders all spoke up, expressing their satisfaction with Tang Yin's attitude.

Of course, when praising Tang Yin, everyone's eyes would also turn to Tang San, but the emotions contained within were completely opposite.

Tang San didn't care at all; he just stared intently at Tang Yin's movements.

"Elders, please look, this is the Buddha's Wrath Lotus that I created based on the sect's legend."

Under Tang San's gaze, Tang Yin took out a golden lotus from his pocket that was exactly the same as his, even the patterns on it were almost identical.

Tang San stared wide-eyed at a corner of the lotus flower. There was a mark on the lotus petal that distinguished it from others. This mark was not required during the creation process; it was actually Tang San's personal habit, his exclusive mark.

"You thief, your Buddha's Wrath Lotus was clearly stolen from me; it even has my personal logo on it."

Tang San stood up and pointed angrily at a corner of the lotus flower.

"This is my personal mark."

Tang San raised the golden lotus in his hand and placed it in front of him, wanting everyone to see it.

"What exclusive mark? I don't see it."

"Why are you arguing with a madman? I've figured it out. Whenever he sees something good, he'll claim it as his own. If you bring out a rare item now, he might even say that he made it and that you stole his work."

"That's right, after all, he's a thief."

"Don't say that. If you keep talking, you might not even be saying what you're saying."

The elders were all talking at once, and Tang Yin didn't say anything, so Tang San was rebuffed.

"Tang San, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. This is the Buddha's Wrath Lotus that I carefully crafted; it's not like your toys."

Tang Yin finally spoke, but with just one sentence, he defined the entire matter.

"Are you all blind? That's clearly my mark; it's on all the hidden weapons I've made before."

Tang San was angrier than ever before. The facts were right in front of them, but they pretended not to see them, and no one believed him.

Tang Yin was the real thief, the one who stole his masterpiece.

"Your mark? Do you have proof?"

Tang Yin, however, was no longer in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Tang San, his expression a perfect replica of Tang San's when he faced the elders.

"Does this need further proof? I'll present the Buddha's Wrath Lotus before you do."

Tang San wished he could tear Tang Yin to pieces.

"Just because it was before me doesn't mean it was yours. I could also say that the toy in your hand was a stolen failure of mine, which you then modified yourself, but it just made things worse, which is why you couldn't figure out what the problem was."

Tang Yin's expression was very righteous, which made him seem convincing, while the elders looked at Tang San with even more disdain after hearing his words.

So that's how it is. No wonder the Buddha's Wrath Lotus in his hand didn't explode at all; it was more like a toy.

"you……"

Tang San was furious; he had never been targeted like this before.

"Tang San, I'll demonstrate once, so watch carefully. This is the real Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus."

With a clear smile, Tang Yin tossed the golden lotus in his hand away from Ghost's Sorrow.

Although the lotus flower was golden, it emitted a red glow after being thrown out.

That red light was the radiance shining from the center of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, which looked like a ruby.

A soft "ding" sound reached the ears of everyone present.

The sound of the Buddha's Wrath Lotus exploding was strange, crisp and moving, like the sound of gold and jade colliding.

But this crisp sound became the focus of everyone's attention.

At the same time as this soft sound was heard, a golden-red tornado quietly spread out, enveloping the entire Ghost's Sorrow.

At this moment, even the mountain wind paused briefly, as if making way for its bloom.

"Click"

Within the golden-red tornado, the section of cliff that Ghost's Sorrow extended from suddenly snapped and plunged down into the ravine below.

"Did you see that? Tang San, this is the real Buddha's Wrath Lotus, this is its true power."

Tang Yin turned to look at Tang San, her eyes filled with an undisguised smile.

"As expected, it was you. Not only did you report me, but you also stole my Buddha's Wrath Lotus. Tang Yin, you despicable scoundrel."

Tang San could no longer suppress his anger and charged towards Tang Yin.

Only by killing him with my own hands can I vent my hatred.

"How dare you, Tang San! You traitor, not only have you stolen the sect's martial arts, but now you even dare to attack the future of the Tang Sect. According to the Tang Sect's rules, you are already courting death."

Almost the instant Tang San set off, four elders rushed out of the crowd, their powerful internal energy overflowing from their palms and attacking his acupoints from different directions.

As Tang San activated the Ghost Shadow Step, he tried to dodge, but as elders of the Tang Clan, the people who rushed out were not to be trifled with. They were more familiar with the Ghost Shadow Step than Tang San was.

In an instant, an elder arrived in front of Tang San, grabbed his wrist, and with a gentle twist, his entire left arm was severed inch by inch.

The pain, magnified tenfold, instantly spread to Tang San's brain, causing his entire body to convulse violently.

"what……"

The horrific screams echoed continuously from the summit of Ghost's Sorrow Peak, carried far away by the howling mountain winds.

(End of this chapter)