Ma Hongjun's step forward was forced to stop. An invisible force froze him, rendering him immobile. A
vast power pressed down on Ma Hongjun like a mountain, forcing him to release his martial soul to resist.
In his right hand, a blue-patterned silver spear appeared.
Dark red flames erupted within his body, and a pair of dazzling seven-colored wings emerged from his back.
The immense pressure directly squeezed out the power of Ma Hongjun's twin martial souls.
Red hair, wielding a silver spear, wings on his back, enveloped in flames—Ma Hongjun at this moment was undeniably handsome.
The sudden appearance of twin martial souls greatly surprised Tang Hao. He knew about Ma Hongjun's silver spear martial soul and his yellow-purple spirit ring ratio. He had initially thought Ma Hongjun was just a slightly freakish student, but unexpectedly, he possessed such astonishing talent. This was simply a monster among monsters.
The talent Ma Hongjun was currently displaying had already surpassed that of his proud son, Tang San.
"Since you're here, let's watch the show!
One more, come out too, it won't make a difference," Tang Hao said calmly, his expression composed.
In a flash, another person appeared beside Ma Hongjun. A pair of enormous wings unfurled from his back, his entire body was covered in feathers, and his orange-yellow eyes had vertical pupils. Seven spirit rings, the same color as Zhao Wuji's, suddenly appeared, pulsating around his body.
Flander shielded Ma Hongjun behind him.
Upon Flander's appearance, Zhao Wuji's expression immediately relaxed.
"Boss, this senior..."
Flander waved to Zhao Wuji, signaling him not to speak. Faced with the invisible pressure, Flander had no choice but to release his own spirit.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Haotian," Flander respectfully bowed to Tang Hao.
Zhao Wuji gasped. Hearing Flander's words, he finally knew who this person was. His heart clenched. Good heavens, when did he offend this terrifying guy?
The man before him was none other than a Title Douluo, hailed as the strongest in the Soul Master world. His Martial Soul development path was exactly the same as his own, but compared to him, his own power was merely a firefly's glow.
Tang Hao coldly said, "No need for formalities, I'm here to cause trouble. Cat-Owl Martial Soul, level 78, worthy of being the main fighter of the Golden Iron Triangle, Flander. This Shrek Academy, is it yours?"
Flander nodded, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty. I wonder what Zhao Wuji has done to offend Your Majesty? Could you please give me some face?"
Tang Hao indifferently said, "Enough nonsense, stand aside. Otherwise, I'll beat you up too.
Zhao Wuji, I'll give you a chance. I won't use my Martial Soul. If you can last an incense stick's time against me, I'll leave immediately without a word.
Otherwise, you must do something for me."
Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly,
"Your Majesty Haotian, I really don't understand what I've done to offend you. Could you please explain?"
His meaning was clear: even if he died, he wanted to die knowing why.
Ma Hongjun was truly worried for Zhao Wuji's lack of intelligence. The other person had made it so clear, and he still didn't understand!
However, he didn't dare to speak up, knowing Zhao Wuji was destined for a beating today. He might as
well watch the show; his purpose in coming today was to witness the pinnacle of power in this world, to see the strength of a Title Douluo.
Ma Hongjun tugged at Flander's sleeve, signaling him to step back. Flander understood and, without any sense of loyalty, followed Ma Hongjun to the side, clearly not intending to interfere with Zhao Wuji anymore.
Tang Hao snorted coldly, "Do I need to say anything? The younger one was beaten, so the older one naturally has to stand up and demand justice. It's only right. Let's do it."
The giant version of the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand and the nine spirit rings on his body disappeared simultaneously, but the next moment, he was already in front of Zhao Wuji.
A punch landed on Zhao Wuji's abdomen, directly shattering Zhao Wuji's spirit possession state.
Then came fists, palms, feet, and knees—pure flesh-on-flesh collisions, simple, brutal, and yet fluid.
"Bang, boom, thud..."
Tang Hao's striking method was very deliberate. He didn't attack Zhao Wuji's vital points, but rather seemed to be loosening his muscles and bones, striking his limbs, chest, back, and of course, his face, each punch landing squarely.
In his hands, Zhao Wuji was as fragile as a paper doll, completely unable to resist. His body swelled up , his face became even more swollen,
and his voice became even more pitiful. " Ah ... Hearing Zhao Wuji's screams of agony, he felt a surge of exhilaration. His fists clenched tightly, his blood surging. This pure hand-to-hand combat, this utterly brutal beating, was more exciting than any action blockbuster from his previous life. Title Douluo were indeed terrifying. Ma Hongjun couldn't even sense Tang Hao's power; his strength was like the vast starry sky, immeasurable. Bare-handed, a power-type Soul Saint was like a toy in his hands. Forget about martial spirits, he couldn't even execute a defensive move—and even if he did, it would be useless.
There was no need to light an incense stick; the entire battle was over in just ten breaths.
Tang Hao stood with his hands behind his back, as if nothing had happened, his black clothes not even a wrinkle.
"That was a perfect display of power!" Ma Hongjun thought to himself, admiring the imposing figure.
Meanwhile, the pitiful Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, his head swollen shut, his eyes blackened. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for breath.
"Zhao Wuji, do you understand?" Tang Hao said calmly.
Only then did Flander dare to approach and help Zhao Wuji up. Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji's face was filled with gratitude as he said to Tang Hao,
"Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty Haotian."
Although Tang Hao's beating was largely motivated by revenge for his son, it had also provided guidance to Zhao Wuji, a fellow power-type Soul Master.
This was the highest level of showing off—he beat you up, and you thank him.
Tang Hao withdrew his aura, and Ma Hongjun and the other two immediately felt a sense of relief, as the pressure receded like a receding tide.
Flander and Ma Hongjun also withdrew their martial souls.
Tang Hao glanced at Ma Hongjun and asked with slight curiosity,
"Where did this kid come from?"
Flander grabbed Ma Hongjun, worried that Ma Hongjun was too young and impetuous and might offend Tang Hao with his words, so he answered first:
"Your Majesty, Hongjun is a disciple I took in in Musu Town. He was born into an ordinary family, and both of his martial souls are mutated.
His first martial soul, the Silver Spear, is a mutation of his father's wooden spear; his second martial soul, the Evil Fire Phoenix, is a mutation of his mother's seven-colored pheasant."
"Twin enhanced mutated martial souls, what remarkable luck!" Tang Hao exclaimed.
Then, looking at Ma Hongjun, Tang Hao asked, "Kid, what are you doing in the woods all night, instead of sleeping? You even seem to be laughing quite happily?"
This was Tang Hao's question. Could it really be such a coincidence that he just happened to run into this kid?
Of course, Ma Hongjun couldn't tell the truth, so he pretended to be bitter and said,
"Today I saw that new student named Tang San. He displayed incredible power when fighting Teacher Zhao, using his hidden weapons with unparalleled skill. Even Teacher Zhao, a Soul Saint, suffered a great loss.
Then I thought about it carefully, and even with my Soul Venerable strength, I'm not confident of winning against Tang San. His hidden weapons are too strong. I'm probably in trouble with my position as the strongest student in the academy.
I was very depressed and couldn't sleep, so I unknowingly wandered into the forest and came here to look at the stars.
Then I started thinking about Tang San, and thinking about him made me laugh."
Tang Hao, with curiosity, said coldly and lightly, "Oh, what are you thinking about? What's so funny about Tang San!"
Ma Hongjun looked at the sky and said wistfully:
"I'm thinking that Tang San and I will be classmates from now on, living together every day. Over time, we'll become best brothers. Then, we'll join forces to form the strongest team, dominating the entire Douluo Continent and making our names legends in the history of Douluo Continent's soul masters!
This is a very historic decision. Just thinking about becoming partners with Tang San and adventuring together on Douluo Continent makes me excited and thrilled, so I'm laughing to myself in the forest!"
The three were speechless after hearing this. This was the kind of delusional fantasy they all had in their youth.
Tang Hao even thought this kid knew he was Tang San's father and was deliberately saying it for him to hear.
If he could, Tang Hao should have said, "Damn it!