Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

Upon hearing this, the fire in Zhao Wuji’s chest flared up with a "whoosh," burning until his eyes turned red.

It was Tang San again!

He spun around abruptly, and his spirit rings instantly lit up—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. The seven spirit rings rotated rapidly around him, emitting a suffocating pressure.

The terrifying pressure of a Spirit Saint descended like a physical force.

He stared fixedly at Tang San, the killing intent in his eyes completely undisguised.

Like a ferocious beast ready to pounce and tear its prey apart, his entire body radiated a violent aura.

Standing to the side, Yu Tianheng, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, and Oslo had no friendship with the Shrek people to begin with.

Seeing this situation, they stepped back several paces without a word.

The four of them exchanged a tacit glance, leaned against the wall with arms crossed, and curled their lips slightly, looking like they were watching a good show.

Anyway, it was best if a fight didn’t break out, but if it did, it would be even more exciting; either way, it had nothing to do with them.

Publicly identified by Oscar and enveloped by Zhao Wuji’s overwhelming killing intent.

Tang San’s expression instantly turned extremely gloomy.

His fists were clenched tight, his nails almost digging into his palms, and his knuckles turned white.

He never expected that Oscar would actually dare to tear off all pretenses and identify him like this.

That guy who usually only knew how to sell Sausages and joke around was actually pointing the finger at him in front of everyone today.

What surprised him even more was that Zhao Wuji didn’t even ask a single question, directly releasing killing intent toward him without distinguishing right from wrong.

It was clearly just an accident!

He didn’t want to be struck by lightning either!

Who could have predicted such a thing?

An accident during Cultivate was not something he could control, so why blame it on him?

A dark glint flashed in Tang San’s eyes; he gritted his teeth, his internal spirit power surging secretly, already planning to resist.

"Stop!!!"

A sudden shout exploded.

Yu Xiaogang rushed over, and seeing the tense, sword-drawn situation, his face instantly turned black.

Without thinking, he rushed over in a few strides and spread his arms wide to block Tang San, like a mother hen protecting her chick.

"Zhao Wuji! What are you doing?!"

Yu Xiaogang roared at Zhao Wuji, his voice cracking.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to bully the young and strike Little San?"

When Zhao Wuji saw Yu Xiaogang, his anger didn’t subside but flared even brighter.

Instead of withdrawing his pressure, he intensified it by a few degrees.

The light from his spirit rings intensified, making the ground tremble slightly.

His eyes bulged with rage as he roared at Yu Xiaogang, "Yu Xiaogang! Look at what your ’good disciple’ has done!"

"Last time Oscar almost lost his life, and this time Hongjun is nearly dead, yet you’re still protecting him? Do you have any sense of right and wrong?"

Yu Xiaogang’s legs trembled under the pressure of the Spirit Saint; his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.

As a Spirit Grandmaster, how could he withstand this level of oppression?

His bones were creaking as if they could be crushed at any moment.

He hurriedly turned his head and shouted at Flender at the top of his lungs, "Flender! Stop him quickly! Do you want him to kill Little San? Say something quickly!"

Flender’s chest heaved violently before he barked in a low voice, "Old Zhao! Stop! Calm down!"

Hearing Flender’s words, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at Tang San, the killing intent in his gaze almost solidifying.

His fists cracked as he clenched them; he was like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

After a long while, he finally slowly retracted his spirit rings and pressure.

But his gaze remained nailed to Tang San like a spike, the fury within not diminishing in the slightest, but rather burning even more fiercely.

"Save Hongjun first."

Flender’s voice was so raspy it was almost inaudible, as if his throat were blocked by something.

He turned to the teachers nearby and shouted with urgency, "Quick! Call the healing Spirit Master! Carry Hongjun inside! Hurry!"

Several teachers stepped forward, carefully lifting the stretcher and running toward the academy.

Watching the stretcher disappear at the end of the corridor, Flender felt as if his strength had been drained, his chest throbbing with pain.

His precious disciple, the child he had raised from a young age, had turned into this charred, coal-like state; how could his heart not ache? How could he not feel miserable?

The corridor was terrifyingly quiet; everyone tactfully shut their mouths, even making their breathing lighter.

Tang San lowered his head, shadows covering most of his face; no one could see his expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

...

Half an hour later.

Ma Hongjun was placed in a separate room, the door tightly shut.

The academy’s healing Spirit Master was inside doing their best to save him, with low spirit power fluctuations occasionally emanating from the gap under the door.

Outside the room, Flender, Zhao Wuji, Yu Xiaogang, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and several members of the Royal Fighting Team all stood in the corridor.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive, as if the air were filled with lead.

Flender had already learned the full story from Dai Mubai.

It was exactly as Oscar had said.

And it was almost identical to what happened with Oscar last time.

"This was just an accident."

Yu Xiaogang’s face was so gloomy it could drip water as he was the first to break the silence.

His voice was cold and hard, carrying an unquestionable certainty.

"Little San couldn’t have known he would be struck by lightning; he was injured himself. You can’t blame him for this."

"An accident?"

Zhao Wuji glared at him, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

The anger he had just suppressed flared up again.

"Twice! It’s been him both times!"

"Both times it was at the critical moment of someone else absorbing a spirit ring that he caused a disturbance!"

"How can there be such a coincidental accident? Tell me, how can there be such a coincidence!"

"Zhao Wuji, please stop being unreasonable!"

Yu Xiaogang also grew angry, the veins on his neck bulging as he roared at Zhao Wuji.

"Is Little San doing this on purpose?"

"What reason would he have to harm Ma Hongjun? Tell me!"

"Why would he want to harm him? Can you even say why?"

Zhao Wuji was choked up by this rebuttal and couldn’t speak; he opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

Yes, they had no evidence to prove Tang San did it on purpose.

No matter how angry, suspicious, or how much he wanted to give the kid a beating, it was useless.

He couldn’t really do anything to Tang San just because of an "accident," could he?

Flender’s expression was also extremely unsightly.

If someone said this was just a coincidence, even he wouldn’t believe it.

But he had no evidence and couldn’t say anything.

Finally, Flender closed his eyes, as if using up all his strength, and said in a heavy voice, "This matter ends here. It is not to be mentioned again."

"The most important thing now is to treat Hongjun’s injuries."

After saying this, his gaze fell on the closed door, his eyes full of heartache and exhaustion; he looked as if he had aged ten years.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Without a word, he pulled Tang San and turned to leave, his pace quick as if he were afraid of being called back.

"Hmph!"

Watching the master and disciple’s backs, Zhao Wuji was so angry he punched the wall with a dull thud.

The hard wall instantly cracked with a hideous fissure, and debris rustled as it fell.

(End of Chapter)

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