Chapter 83 Tang San: I got beaten without knowing anything, and I can’t even take revenge?

"He's as thin as a monkey, but he's quite strong." Tai Lung looked at Tang San in surprise as he was pinned to the ground and struggling.

This guy's martial soul is a vine, but his speed is comparable to that of the agile attack type, and his strength is comparable to that of the strong attack type. It's too abnormal.

Could it be that all three spirit rings are for physical enhancement? Otherwise, how could the spirit be so fragile?

Having never seen a soul bone before, he had never thought about it in this regard.

"Let me go, you vile creatures!"

"Shut up! You're so despicable. People like you should all have your middle legs broken!" Tyrone spat heavily at the back of his head and punched him with all his might.

Just by looking at the name of the spirit, you can tell what the powerful gorilla is specialized in. Under the pressure of the huge force, Tang San's face directly smashed the granite slabs on the road surface.

Then Tyrone grabbed his hair and lifted his head up to take a closer look.

His nose was bleeding profusely and he looked extremely miserable. His expression remained unchanged on his twisted and skinny face, still glaring at him angrily.

He said with a smirk on his face, "Eh~ You're ugly to begin with, and your nose looks broken. Sorry, I shouldn't have hit you in the face. I won't touch your face anymore."

Tailong didn't care about his look, but he couldn't bear to look at that face again, for fear of having nightmares at night.

He casually let go of his hair and put the head down, waved to the people around him, and then pointed at the other person's crotch and said.

"Come here, kick each of you here. We at Blue Bully Academy cannot let these perverts get out of here intact! Those guys over there, do the same to the red-haired guy!"

After saying that, he was ready to take the lead and deliver the first blow.

The few people who were also pressed to the ground felt a chill in their crotch, and with fear on their faces they protected their happiness for the rest of their lives.

Tang San gritted his teeth and used the Purple Demon Pupil to its limit, but unfortunately this move, which had not yet been broken through, did not have the ability to launch a mental attack.

He no longer cared about the ins and outs of the matter. His only thought now was to kill all these people.

For humiliating me like this, you all deserve to die!

He didn't plan to hide anymore. His hands were strangled and he couldn't use the Clear Sky Hammer, so he would use his soul bone!

The purple-black soul power surged on his back, and eight sharp spikes suddenly broke out of his body, piercing the clothes on his back.

The two strong men sitting on its back screamed and stomped hard on Tang San's limbs and jumped up. Tai Long, who was about to kick him, was frightened by the sudden scream and quickly took two steps back.

The two men covered their sphincter areas that were stabbed with pale faces. A feeling of numbness spread instantly and they soon collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the tragic scene, the people who were holding down the opponent's limbs finally realized that eight sharp spider legs like spears had stretched out from the opponent's back.

"Run! Let him go!" Tyrone shouted hurriedly.

The few people finally realized what was happening and let go of their hands, trying to crawl away, but it was too late. The spider's legs had already pierced all four of them.

Then they fell to the ground one by one, trembling due to the corrosion of the poison.

Seeing this, everyone looked vigilantly at the thin young man hanging in the air relying on his soul bone.

The yellow soul ring released countless long-range soul skills at it in succession.

"Too slow!" The Eight Spider Lance's strengthening of Tang San was extraordinary. He grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

Then he left the place in an extremely strange manner, with no intention of fighting.

The teacher always tells me to hide my abilities, not to reveal this or that, and I’m fed up with being timid!

It was difficult to use the Eight Spider Lance in a group of people, and the guy who had been humiliating me happened to be outside the crowd.

"Prepare to die!" The guy who was about to pounce on the powerful gorilla spirit suddenly heard a voice not far away.

"Tang Lan, stop!"

Tang San naturally recognized that the voice came from Qin Ming, but so what? Kill!

Regardless, he continued to rush towards Tyrone, summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, and struck hard to deflect the opponent's fist.

Tai Long's face was twisted in pain. If it weren't for the support of his third soul skill, his fist would have been shattered.

At the same time, he gritted his teeth and hit the opponent's door with his other hand.

Facing the approaching fist, Tang San originally wanted to use the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique to leverage the force to push it away again.

However, the Eight Spider Lance, which had not yet been fully integrated, was not yet very skillful to control, and such precise movements were still a little difficult.

Finding that he couldn't use this move to support himself, he had to give up and jumped away from the spot. The sound of breaking through the air rang out, and the fist wind driven by soul power blew the trees in the distance a little.

From what he just did, Tyrone looked very serious.

It is understood that the bonus brought by this soul bone is probably extremely high, at least 50% in terms of speed and other aspects, and it is also poisonous.

If I get stabbed by that thing once, I'll fall down. There's absolutely no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight.

Those people gathered together were weaker than himself, but they would definitely win with the strength of numbers. However, they seemed to be frightened and did not come to help at all.

He saw that the person who had just verbally stopped Tang San was approaching. He looked to be around 30 years old, perhaps a teacher. Without thinking too much, he ran towards him.

Seeing this, Tang San angrily said: "You coward, don't run if you have the guts!"

"My father is the Soul King. If you dare to touch me, he will kill you!" Tailong shouted loudly as he ran towards Qin Ming.

"So what if I'm a Soul King? My master is a Soul Saint!"

As he spoke, Tailong had already hidden behind Qin Ming.

His huge body shrank behind the other party, sneered, and said disdainfully: "Compared to this? My grandfather is a level 86 Soul Douluo, do you have the guts to touch me?"

Qin Ming saw the murderous intent in Tang San's eyes, frowned and protected Tai Long.

With a parent of this level combined with this martial spirit, he instantly knew the identity of this kid. Although the Power Clan is low-key, they are very familiar with the information of the strong people from all sides in the city, so naturally they cannot let Tang San continue.

"Brother, please move aside!"

Hearing this name, everyone in Tyrone was stunned. Are you guys in the same group?

However, Qin Ming's subsequent words made him feel much more at ease.

"Tang Lan, you were too harsh. Have you forgotten what I said before? So many people have fallen. It's time to vent your anger." Qin Ming sighed and shook his head.

He had already seen the three junior brothers falling to the ground, so he did not try to stop them. It was only right that they should be taught a lesson.

But Tang San's murderous aura is too strong. If he gets into trouble, how will he explain it to the dean when he comes?

How can the academy resist an attack-type Soul Douluo whose strength is comparable to that of a titled one?

Hearing the sound, Tang San, who was relying on his spirit bone, suddenly felt a surge of grievance in his heart.

I didn't know anything but was beaten up and insulted for no reason. Now they won't even let me take revenge. Do you have any sense of reason?

Qin Ming took two steps forward, held the other person's shoulders, and whispered, "The kid behind me really has an elder at the Soul Douluo level. Even the teacher has no power to resist. We can't go on. Go and take the poison from those people, otherwise it will be hard to explain later."

Realizing that Qin Ming was not joking, Tang San regained his senses and nodded reluctantly.

"All right."

Now my father is still in the Spirit Hall. If he hadn't been captured, why would I have to suffer this injustice?

How dare a mere Contra put himself above me?

He used the Eight Spider Lance as legs and quickly ran to the person who fell due to the poison. He stabbed the spider leg up and took back the poison that had been injected into his body.

After completing the recovery for the six people, he ran over to his white-haired classmate who was lying on the ground and pulled him up.

"Oscar, stop pretending to be dead. You haven't been injured at all except for those bruises on your face. Hurry up and make some more recovery sausages."

"Brother Lan! You are so awesome!" Oscar glanced at the few people who were still too weak to stand up, and golden light flashed in his eyes.

Although he knew that the other party had such an external soul bone, except for the one time when he lost control and knew it was poisonous, he had never seen Tang San use it, so he didn't know how powerful it was.

Seeing that Tang San's face was covered with scars and his nosebleed had even dried up, he quickly handed over a few sausages that he had prepared long ago, and then ate two himself.

In fact, the wound on his face could be healed by eating one, but in order to avoid being beaten, he never did so.

Seeing that they had already started to treat others, Qin Ming stopped paying attention and instead asked Tailong about the whole situation.

After a moment, several people returned to Qin Ming, lowering their heads like children who had made mistakes.

"Is this what you call walking around the academy and getting to know the seniors? You guys are so shameless!"

"Ma Hongjun, the teacher said that you like to do these things because of your spirit defect, so I don't care. Oscar, what's wrong with you?"

"Dai Mubai, you are a prince of a country, can't you do something serious or concentrate on your cultivation?"

(End of this chapter)