Chapter 288: Tai Tan, You Already Have a Way to Death! The Misunderstanding Has Become Huge!
Flender's breath hitched slightly.
He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Zhao Wuji beside him.
Deep confusion filled both of their eyes.
This clan chief of the Strength Clan had always lived a secluded life, never involving himself in the sect disputes of the continent, much less casually setting foot in Heaven Dou City.
Why had he come to Blue Tyrant Academy today with such a terrifying aura and even barged in?
Tai Tan's figure was towering and muscular.
Standing in the center of the plaza, he was like an unmoving mountain.
The surrounding noise was gradually being suppressed.
Zhao Wuji's soul power transmission entered Flender's ears with pinpoint accuracy.
"It's Tai Tan, the current clan chief of the Strength Clan, a pure strength-type soul master. In terms of physical strength alone, I'm far from his opponent."
Flender similarly used soul power to send his words back.
"Old Zhao, do you know why Tai Tan suddenly came to Blue Tyrant Academy?"
"Could it be that he came to stand up for Tai Long? A few days ago, Tai Long was publicly beaten by Tang San in the academy."
"That shouldn't be the case, right… It was only a sparring conflict between juniors. How could it possibly make a Soul Douluo expert personally come knocking?"
"Not necessarily. The Strength Clan is famous for being simple-minded and extremely protective of their own."
The moment the two finished transmitting their conversation,
Tai Tan, in the center of the plaza, finally moved.
His gaze swept over Tai Long, who was shrinking to the side, and a trace of barely noticeable sternness gathered in his eyes.
Tai Long subconsciously shrank his neck. The little bit of momentum he had when rushing out earlier disappeared completely, and he did not even dare to raise his head.
Tai Tan's gaze moved past Tai Long and swept across everyone present.
"Does Blue Tyrant Academy have a student named Tang San?"
His voice carried a soul power fluctuation, exploding above the plaza like a great bell.
"Answer me!"
The originally noisy voices in the plaza were instantly suppressed.
Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward Tang San, who had just stepped into the plaza.
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Flender froze.
Dai Mubai revealed a puzzled expression.
Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the others were all stunned into place.
All their gazes landed on Tang San.
Their eyes were filled with confusion.
What trouble did this guy cause again?
Even a Soul Douluo-level expert personally came looking for him.
Considering Tang San's past of repeatedly causing trouble, Dai Mubai and the others who knew Tang San subconsciously had such a thought.
"..."
Tang San's complexion grew even paler.
He really came looking for me!
Yu Xiaogang turned his head, his brows furrowing even deeper as he asked, "Xiao San, do you know this Soul Douluo expert?"
Tang San shook his head, his voice hoarse. "I don't."
"But I know his grandson, Tai Long. Not long ago, he challenged me and was defeated by me."
The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Either this was someone arranged by Lin Qingmo or someone protective of Tai Long coming to settle the score.
No matter which possibility it was, for him at the time, it was a disaster.
A Soul Douluo was not some insignificant little character who could be easily dealt with.
"I'll ask one more time. Is Tang San here or not?"
Tai Tan's voice rang out again, carrying even more weight than before.
This time, the pressure mixed within it became even stronger.
At the edge of the plaza, many students with weaker cultivation were directly forced to sit on the ground by this pressure.
Tang San took a deep breath.
In the end, he still stepped forward.
There was no way he could hide the fact that he was Tang San for long.
He walked step by step through the crowd, which automatically parted, arriving at the center of the plaza and stopping several meters from Tai Tan.
Tang San did not rush to reveal his identity, nor did he show the slightest respectful attitude.
His voice was hoarse as he asked in a low tone, "What do you want with Tang San?"
The moment these words came out, the entire place fell deathly silent.
Everyone watching sucked in a cold breath.
Was he crazy?
Tang San was merely a Soul Ancestor, yet when facing a Soul Douluo-level expert, he actually dared to speak with this kind of tone.
Not honestly answering was one thing, but he even dared to question the other party?
Tai Tan's brows twisted into a knot.
A displeased expression surfaced on his face.
He had come to find the young master.
He only needed to hear whether he was here or not.
He had not come to listen to a junior question him with this kind of tone.
"Where did this little thing come from? You dare question me like this? Seeking death!"
Tai Tan stepped forward.
One step landed.
"Crack!"
The bluestone ground beneath his foot split apart, forming dense, spiderweb-like cracks.
Terrifying pressure crushed toward Tang San.
This pressure was not a spiritual attack but pure strength oppression taken to the extreme.
It directly acted upon the physical body, acting upon every meridian where soul power flowed.
"Ugh!"
Under the heavy pressure, Tang San's body uncontrollably bent forward.
The soul power inside his body circulated wildly, and three soul rings immediately lit up beneath his feet as he tried to resist this all-pervasive pressure.
But his soul power, before the strength of a Soul Douluo, was like something made of paper.
The moment it began circulating, it was forcefully pressed back into his dantian.
The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had just emerged from his palm before it was directly crushed back by the pressure.
The mental power of his Purple Demon Eye had just been released before it was shaken and rebounded back, sending a sharp stabbing pain through his mind.
"Crack."
The crisp sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent plaza.
Tang San's knees were forcibly bent.
His entire body knelt straight down onto the bluestone ground in front of Tai Tan.
"Bang!"
Broken stones scattered everywhere.
Shattered stone fragments embedded themselves in the flesh of his knees.
Blood seeped out, dyeing the stone slabs in front of him red.
"Damn it!"
Tang San's face turned red with humiliation.
He wanted to endure.
He wanted to stand up.
But no matter how he urged his soul power or how much he tightened every muscle in his body, he could not shake the terrifying force pressing down on him in the slightest.
"..."
The surrounding crowd was even more terrified.
No one dared to speak, and no one dared to breathe loudly.
They were afraid that the slightest movement would make them end up like Tang San.
"Pfft!"
Finally, a mouthful of blood sprayed out from Tang San's mouth.
Blood vessels spread into his eyes. His eyes nearly split open, filled with overwhelming humiliation and anger.
Having lived two lives, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
In front of everyone, he was forced to kneel on the ground by a single move, without even the slightest ability to resist.
Aside from the Tang Sect elders, no one could treat him like this!
This person already had a way to death!!!
Zhao Wuji's gaze landed on Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground and coughing blood, and a trace of barely noticeable satisfaction flashed through his eyes.
He had held back this resentment for far too long.
Now, seeing Tang San in such a miserable state, not only did he have no intention of pleading for him,
He almost laughed out loud instead.
The corners of Dai Mubai and the others' mouths also uncontrollably lifted slightly.
Previously, he had been injured by Tang San's hidden weapons, losing all his face in public and even being unable to raise his head in front of Zhu Zhuqing.
He had always wanted to find an opportunity to regain his dignity.
But Tang San's hidden weapons were far too strange. If he truly used his full strength, even Teacher Zhao would be injured.
Now, seeing Tang San being suppressed until he knelt and coughed blood, his heart felt incredibly refreshed.
Ma Hongjun curled his lips. "Serves you, master and disciple, right for acting like you're number one in the world every day. Now you've finally run into someone tough. You really deserve it!"
Oscar had already put away the half-eaten sausage.
Seeing Tang San kneeling on the ground, he also felt relieved.
End of Chapter