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Chapter 41 Tang Hao: Watch Me Play Dead [Vote and Read More]

[Damn, I didn't drive anything! How come the last chapter got blocked again? Damn, I recommend reading it tomorrow. The last chapter didn't have any explicit content, but it's gone anyway. It's really frustrating...]

Tang Hao caught a glimpse of two legs out of the corner of his eye, which stopped in front of him. He endured the intense pain in his groin, looked up, and roared furiously, "Today, either you die, or I..."

"call--"

Before he could even finish uttering his harsh words, a thick, muscular spiked club, accompanied by a violent whistling sound, rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

Young people lack martial ethics!

Tang Hao had a wealth of combat experience. He wasn't suppressed by Lu Xian's second soul skill. His body instinctively dodged, trying to dodge. But as soon as he moved his leg, the intense pain in his groin that he had just suppressed with his soul power was brought back out, and a devilish voice rang out again.

"Ouch, ouch, I've pooped!"

Tang Hao's mouth and cheeks immediately swelled up visibly. The nauseating and intoxicating taste almost completely restricted his thinking ability. He put on the mask of pain, and his dodging movements were a beat slower.

"puff--"

The spiked club struck his face in the next second, smashing him until his mouth was crooked, his eyes were distorted, and half of his cheek was mangled. He flew dozens of meters away, and the scene was truly a mix of blood and excrement flying everywhere, with the icy rain blending seamlessly with the sky.

With a splash, Tang Hao plunged into the mud once more, sliding for another seven or eight meters before finally lying there motionless in one position.

"Well……"

The sight of those flying "Oli Gei" (a type of spicy snack) had made Lu Xian feel a bit unwell; his stomach was churning. His third soul skill was indeed useful, but while it could inflict a thousand damage on the enemy, it also cost him a meal. The barbecue and wine he'd eaten in Ye Hei's world almost made him vomit…

If it weren't for the need to farm abstract values, he would have really had to think twice about the use cases and scenarios for this ability...

"Today it's either you or me!"

He spat and finished Tang Hao's harsh words.

Do you even have the right to make threats against me, Li Feiyu?

Even if An Lan came now, he would have to eat a huge chunk of food before leaving!

The spiked club in his hand felt a little off. Lu Xian picked up the spiked club he bought from the world of "Covering the Sky" and took a look. He was slightly surprised. This heavy blow had even made the spiked club slightly crooked and no longer straight. He hadn't expected that it still hadn't been able to smash Tang Hao's head.

Was the spiked club of poor quality, or was Tang Hao just too shameless?

Lu Xian thought it was the latter. Tang Hao was so shameless, he was probably the most shameless person in Douluo Continent. He should have just killed the little scoundrel earlier.

far away.

Tang Hao lay motionless in the mud and puddles, feigning death. His combat experience and insight were so rich that he now believed he had figured out the evil brat's soul skill power.

One is the soul skill where he kneels down and catches the spiked club with both hands. The last soul skill should be the eerie singing voice and the light shield above him, which is most likely a defensive soul skill.

The first two soul skills he had personally experienced were both quite strange. Tang Hao felt that the light shield defense soul skill was likely not simple either, and might have some strange and disgusting abilities, and might even be able to reflect damage.

He only had one chance to strike suddenly, otherwise he might be controlled again by that evil soul skill that made him kneel down to receive the spiked club. He was accumulating soul power, waiting for an opportunity...

He planned to strike suddenly when the brat came up to check, and give him a brutal beating. Even if it meant mutual destruction, it would be worth it.

He, Haotian Douluo, must avenge this!

Otherwise, he would die with regrets.

Tang Hao lay there motionless for a long time.

Lu Xian didn't really think of him as faking his death, because he was too lazy to think about it that much.

They were far apart.

"Ouch, ouch, I've pooped!"

The third soul skill was activated again.

Your mom—

Tang Hao lay there, his mouth swollen and painful, but he was pretending to be dead, waiting for an opportunity to expose himself...

It's just "Oli Gei," I'll put up with it!

"Ouch, ouch, I've pooped!"

"Oops!"

"Poop!"

"La la la!"

Grass!

Don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve?!

yue——

"I'll fight you to the death, you bastard!"

I'll tolerate your mother's wrath!

Tang Hao could no longer hold back. While vomiting, he pulled out a silver hammer taller than a person, soared into the sky, and began his attack with a powerful, splitting-mountain stance.

"Whoosh!"

Lu Xian swung his wolf-tooth steel needle sword down with his right hand, and his second soul skill, "100% Absolutely Catch a Blade with Bare Hands," was activated.

Just as Tang Hao leaped into the air, he threw down the silver-white hammer he had raised above his head. The nine spirit rings that had just appeared on his body were pulled back down again. Then, he bent his knees and slammed heavily to the ground from a height of more than ten meters, beginning a sliding tackle forward.

His face was contorted in pain. You have to understand that there were still countless nails stuck in his knee. This was incredibly painful, and he really couldn't hold on.

Once again, Tang Hao's palm was riddled with holes, the fine bloodstains and the sizzling blood flowers all telling the story of the terrible ordeal he had endured.

"Eat my wolf's fang head!"

With a loud thud, the steel needle from the spiked club in his left hand embedded itself in Tang Hao's brain. The impact caused his eyeballs to bulge out of their sockets, turning a bright red as if they were about to burst.

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Lu Xian was still worried, afraid that he wouldn't die. He pulled the spiked club that was embedded in the man's skull and, like a blacksmith, smashed it down seven or eight more times until the man's head was smashed into his chest. Only then did he casually throw away the severely deformed spiked club, withdraw his martial soul suppression, and end this extremely dangerous battle!

As Tang Hao's body slumped into the mud with a thud, Lu Xian breathed a sigh of relief and casually collected the few soul bones Tang Hao had dropped. They were trash, but they could still be sold for some gold soul coins.

"The strength of a Title Douluo is indeed terrifying. I didn't expect him to be so... resilient."

"Luckily, I'm a cut above the rest!"

"My current strength is entirely due to my own hard work and perseverance!"

Lu Xian was somewhat smug. He'd already killed a powerful figure like Tang Hao, so who else could possibly take him down?!

"Um?"

He noticed the rats watching him and turned his head to look in the direction of the hut.

At the spot where the hut's door frame was missing, two heads were now peeking out, one above the other, silently observing him. It was unclear how long they had been observing him.

When she saw his gaze sweep over her, Ning Rongrong was so frightened that she immediately shrank back.

This man is too cruel and terrifying.

He actually used a spiked club to smash the head of a Title Douluo into his chest—that's demonic!

Waaaaah~ She really wants to go home...

Zhu Zhuqing remained calm, nodded to him from a distance, went back inside, and led her horse back over.

Lu Xian only then realized that a hint of dawn had appeared on the horizon, and the light rain had almost stopped, leaving only a few swaying raindrops.

Its daybreak.

"Aren't you going to ask anything?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to ask. The more capable you are, the safer I am. Anyway, you wouldn't harm me."

"Tsk! I like your personality."

Lu Xian smiled as he took the reins, mounted the horse, and extended his hand with a gentle smile. "I'm passing through Notting City in the Fasno Province today, so I've brought you a gift!"

She blinked her beautiful eyes, took his hand, and got on the little black horse.

Two figures rode away swiftly on small black horses in the first rays of dawn.

As for Ning Rongrong, you know, a real man never looks back at someone who is ordinary.

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