r18novel Chapter 23 Stealing My Rabbit?
Chapter 23 Stealing My Rabbit?
Chapter 23 Stealing My Rabbit?
"Blue Silver Grass? When did such a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass become something that can be cultivated?" Wang Sheng was surprised at first, then revealed a mocking smile.
The other kids in the dormitory burst into laughter, looking at Tang San as if he were an idiot.
"Could you please move aside?" Tang San asked with a fake smile.
Wang Sheng didn't listen to what he was saying at all, and just kept talking about the rules of the Seventh Dormitory.
"The rule in Dormitory Seven is that whoever has the biggest fist is the boss. I'm the boss here, Little Sanzi. From now on, you have to listen to me, understand?"
As expected, they were just a bunch of kids, competitive and making trouble for themselves. Tang San's expression calmed down a bit. "I'm here to learn. I have no interest in being the leader, nor am I thinking of acknowledging anyone as my leader. Also, my name is Tang San, not Little Sanzi."
"I'll call you Little Sanzi, so what? You don't like it?" Wang Sheng said, reaching out to shove Tang San.
Tang San's face darkened completely. His body reacted instantly, his waist slightly lowered, and his upper body leaned to one side to dodge Wang Sheng's outstretched hand. Then, with a twist of his waist and a thrust of his shoulder, his elbow struck Wang Sheng's waist. With a step forward of his right foot, he grabbed Wang Sheng's arm and pulled him away.
With a thud, Wang Sheng lost his balance and staggered forward.
With a thud, his body slammed into the door, only then did he stop.
"Boss!" The onlookers exclaimed in surprise, their eyes turning slightly hostile towards Tang San.
"I'm fine!" Wang Sheng immediately spoke up when he saw his roommate about to rush over.
She then straightened up, leaning against the door, and looked at Tang San with a surprised expression. "Tang San, were you using a soul skill just now?"
"Soul skills?" Tang San's face showed confusion, and he couldn't help but ask, "What are soul skills?"
"It's all about the techniques used with martial spirit and soul power." Wang Sheng scratched his head, stepped forward, and continued, "Tang San, I'm sorry, you probably misunderstood earlier. I wasn't trying to make things difficult for you, but..."
At this point, a deep, bitter smile appeared on his face. He pulled open his sleeves, revealing seven or eight blue and purple bruises on his arms.
"What is this?" Tang San looked surprised. He had indeed used some force just now, and Wang Sheng was definitely injured when he bumped into him, but it shouldn't have left so many bruises.
"This happened yesterday on my way to school, when other students from the dorms did this to me," Wang Sheng said with a hint of grievance. "We work-study students come from poor families, we have no power or influence, and our talent and strength are low, so we are often bullied by students from other dorms in the academy. Therefore, we in Dormitory 7 can only unite and elect the strongest one to be our leader and stand up for our brothers."
"Tang San, you are much more capable than me. I want to hand over the leadership position to you."
Tang San's expression softened, and he nodded slightly. "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I won't stand by and watch my roommates get bullied."
A sense of justice is a fundamental element of a chivalrous person. Helping the weak and oppressed, upholding justice, is what every righteous person should do…
Tang San considered himself a chivalrous knight-errant, so he no longer declined.
And so, Tang San naturally became the leader of the Seventh Dormitory.
On the other side...
"From now on, you can't leave here without my permission, or I'll turn you into a spicy rabbit head, you hear me?" Lin Ye said to Xiao Wu.
The latter hung his head, looking utterly hopeless.
"We've been targeted by a human Title Douluo," Xue Di suddenly said.
Title Douluo? Lin Ye frowned, and after a moment's thought, he understood. The only title Douluo that could appear in Notting City was Tang Hao.
Today is the day Tang San enters school. Shouldn't Tang Hao, as his father, keep an eye on things?
As for why Tang Hao would target his group, it must be because of Xiao Wu!
Just then, a burly figure appeared silently in the courtyard. The man appeared to be about fifty years old, with a tall and robust build resembling a bear, but his attire was far from impressive. He wore a tattered robe, without even patches, revealing his bronze skin. His once handsome features were now sallow, and he looked drowsy. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his beard looked unkempt. His eyes were dull and sallow, and he reeked of alcohol.
Seeing this, Lin Ye knew that it was definitely Tang Hao, that bastard.
After Tang Hao appeared, he immediately locked onto Xiao Wu. His cloudy old eyes showed an unusual fervor, even greed.
Xiao Wu felt as if she were facing a bloodthirsty bear, which made her tremble with fear. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, she kept hiding behind Lin Ye.
Suppressing the urge to act immediately, Tang Hao looked at Xue Di. He couldn't sense any cultivation from her; she seemed like an ordinary person.
But deep down, Tang Hao felt that this woman was dangerous; it was an intuition.
Tang Hao trusted his intuition, which is why he didn't choose to directly take action to seize it.
"I'm taking this soul beast with me. I advise you not to be ungrateful." Tang Hao's words were full of domineering arrogance.
If possible, he also hoped to subdue the enemy without fighting.
As he spoke, Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand, and instantly, a black light condensed in his palm, transforming into a giant hammer.
Nine spirit rings quietly appeared on his body.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. Nine spirit rings remained silently in different locations on his body, completely enveloping him. Nine spirit rings were an extremely terrifying existence in themselves, especially his last one.
Red represents a 100,000-year soul ring, something that all soul masters would fight tooth and nail for.
The immense soul power of the Title Douluo was like a heavy mountain pressing down on everyone present.
The others didn't feel anything, but Lin Ye and Xiao Wu, the two newbies, were different. In an instant, they were forced to the ground by the oppressive force.
Seeing the two in such a sorry state, Xue Di gently waved her long sleeves, and an invisible force swept across the entire area, instantly shattering the aura released by Tang Hao.
This seemingly casual gesture made Tang Hao's eyelids twitch, making him feel even more that this woman was not simple.
"May I ask how this young lady is addressed?" Tang Hao asked tentatively, his tone noticeably softer than before.
To his surprise, Xue Di didn't even glance at him, which infuriated Tang Hao. After all, he was Haotian Douluo, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent. Couldn't she give him some face?
Lin Ye got up from the ground, his face grim as he wiped the dust off his face. "Tang Hao, you're so arrogant!"
Anyone would be upset if they were bullied like this.
"You actually know me?" Tang Hao looked at him indifferently. He was just a lowly one-ring Soul Master, an ant-like figure, whom he didn't even consider worthy of his attention.
You're upset, aren't you? You're not happy about it, are you? Well, you'd better hold it in.
However, this child looked to be about the same age as Xiao San, yet his soul power had already reached level eighteen, which was truly unbelievable.
Another thing is that the child can actually call out his name, which puzzled Tang Hao. He had been living in seclusion in the countryside for six years, so how could this little kid recognize him?
(End of this chapter)