Soto City, hotel.
Tang San's consciousness slowly resurfaced, his eyelids as heavy as lead.
He frowned slightly, his eyelashes fluttering a few times, and finally opened his eyes.
The snow-white ceiling came into view, and the dazzling light made him instinctively squint, his thoughts a little hazy.
Where is this?
Shouldn't I be on the Douluo stage?
The next second, memories flooded in like a tide, and he suddenly widened his eyes, remembering something.
"Xiao Wu!"
He suddenly sat up, but at that moment, all the muscles and bones in his body felt as if they had been pierced by countless steel needles; intense pain instantly swept through his entire body, and he groaned in agony, cold sweat seeping from his forehead, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Hiss—"
This cry of pain awakened Oscar, who was dozing beside him.
He immediately got up, his eyes clear: "Tang San, you're awake? Are you alright?"
Tang San gritted his teeth and slowly shook his head.
He was all too familiar with this feeling of pain; it was the stinging sensation of Hidden Weapons entering the body.
That bastard Xiao Ze had reflected his Hidden Weapons back, all piercing into his own body.
He ignored his own injuries, looked at Oscar anxiously, his voice hoarse: "Where is Xiao Wu?"
"Xiao Wu isn't awake yet, but her injuries are lighter than yours, so she should wake up soon."
Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, endured the pain, and circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill.
The circulation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill allowed him to suppress the pain in his body, using the subtle force of Controlling Crane Catching Dragon to move through his meridians.
His fingertips pressed back and forth on his body surface, and all the Hidden Weapons remaining inside were pulled out by an invisible force.
Hidden Weapons as fine as ox hair fell onto the bed, making a faint clinking sound.
Oscar watched, dumbfounded, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Your technique... is truly amazing."
Tang San did not respond, only closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and checked if there were any Hidden Weapons remaining in his body.
However, his face remained pale.
Outside the window, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains.
After a long while, Tang San's complexion recovered considerably.
"Hoo." Tang San exhaled a breath of stale air and got out of bed.
"Where are Dean Flender and the others?"
Oscar immediately gave a bitter smile: "They're all injured."
"What!? What exactly happened?" Tang San asked, his brows furrowed.
"You and Xiao Wu were not only injured but also poisoned. Dean Flender and the others wanted to find Ye Lingling of the Royal Fight Team to treat you, but Xiao Ze refused."
Tang San clenched his fists, a murderous aura on his face: "That bastard!"
The third rule of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record states that if an opponent is determined to be an enemy and deserves death, one should not show mercy, otherwise, it will only bring more trouble.
Tang San only regretted not eliminating Xiao Ze when he was weak, which led to his current predicament.
All of this was caused by Xiao Ze.
"Later, Ning Rongrong's father and Sword Douluo arrived. They thought Dean Flender and the others had bullied Ning Rongrong."
"So they called them all away and beat them up. Every teacher was severely injured. Especially your teacher, his injuries are very serious, but I'm not sure about the specifics."
Oscar slowly shook his head.
Tang San fell silent upon hearing this. If it were Xiao Ze, he was confident he could win.
This time was an accident.
But Sword Douluo is a Super Douluo, someone he truly couldn't defeat.
I'm sorry, Teacher, I'll avenge you later.
"Let's go, let's go see Xiao Wu."
Tang San, led by Oscar, arrived at Xiao Wu's room.
Ning Youyou and Zhu Linlin were both there.
"Tang San, are you alright?" the two asked.
"I'm fine." Tang San shook his head, looking at Xiao Wu, whose face was a little pale on the bed.
...
Another place.
Yu Xiaogang's consciousness gradually awoke. Before he was fully conscious, a heart-wrenching pain swept up from his lower body.
He suddenly arched his back, a few sharp cries of agony squeezed from his throat, his hands instinctively clenching the bedsheet, knuckles white from the effort.
"Ugh ah!!!"
Yu Xiaogang's forehead was covered in cold sweat. As the pain slightly subsided, his palm instinctively fumbled to the side, and then froze abruptly upon touching a certain area.
Empty.
Empty!
It's empty!!!
He was stunned, disbelieving, and confirmed it several times with trembling hands. But no matter how he touched, there was only a flat bandage left, and an unhealed, somewhat painful wound.
"It's gone... it's gone..." Yu Xiaogang's pupils suddenly contracted, his voice very hoarse: "It's really gone..."
Suddenly, a sweet, metallic taste surged up his throat, and with a 'wah', a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, splashing onto the snow-white bedding, further agitating Yu Xiaogang's mind.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Flender and Zhao Wuji rushed in. Seeing Yu Xiaogang in this state, the two exchanged glances, knowing that Yu Xiaogang had realized his mutilation.
Flender suppressed the discomfort in his heart, took two steps forward, and comforted him: "Xiaogang, don't be like this... At least... at least you're still alive."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched, and he gave Flender a strange look. He felt that Flender had a grudge against Yu Xiaogang.
Otherwise, who would offer such comfort?
Is this called comfort?
Isn't it directly stabbing a knife into someone else's chest?
Yu Xiaogang seemed not to have heard. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, his teeth grinding, and he roared: "Chen Xin!!! Ah!!! I want you dead!!!"
Flender was suddenly scared out of his wits. He lunged forward and immediately covered his mouth, his voice urgent: "Are you crazy!! Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to die with you."
It didn't matter if Chen Xin was here or not right now.
If someone told His Excellency Sword Douluo, then he would be finished.
Just then, Zhao Wuji suddenly wrinkled his nose and asked suspiciously: "What's that smell?"
His gaze instinctively shifted downwards, and then his expression changed drastically.
Due to Yu Xiaogang's extreme agitation, the bandage beneath him was already soaked with blood and filth, and a mixture of yellow and red liquid was slowly seeping out.
"Ugh!!" Zhao Wuji immediately felt his stomach churn. Without a word, he turned and left, as if fleeing for his life.
Flender also smelled the pungent, foul odor. Forcing down the nausea in his heart, he took two steps back and gave a dry laugh: "I... I'll go find a healing Spirit Master to help you."
With that, he also slipped away without looking back.
The moment the door closed, Yu Xiaogang's eyes completely darkened.
He lay sprawled on the bed, as if his soul had been drawn out of him.
He was now a cripple.
A dirty cripple.
And a cripple who had been abandoned.
His lips trembled as he screamed silently, tears mixed with blood sliding from the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, his expression began to twist, his eyes bloodshot with monstrous hatred.
"Chen Xin... Xiao Ze..."
He stared fixedly at the ceiling, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping between his fingers.
"It's all because of you... It's all your fault!!!"
(End of Chapter)
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