Douluo Dalu: Every Breath Steals Tang San's Women

Chapter 137: Stripping the Eight Spider Lances

Yu Xiaogang’s resentful gaze made Lu Chen feel slightly displeased.

This old fellow didn’t show even the slightest bit of the reverence he should have in front of a powerhouse.

Throughout his life, he had never truly suffered the harsh beatings of society.

From the moment Yu Xiaogang was born, he was the pampered young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, living a life of luxury since childhood.

Even after his Spirit Awakening, when he awakened the malignantly mutated Spirit Luo San Pao and had an Innate spirit power of only half a rank, he was still able to obtain a massive amount of Sect resources, which escorted him all the way to rank 29 spirit power.

The mockery from other Disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan towards Yu Xiaogang was, in a way, also born of envy.

With a trash Spirit and inferior talent, he obtained vast resources that other Disciples could only dream of simply because of his birth; how could this not make people envious, jealous, and hateful?

He went to Spirit Hall for further studies and then seduced Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall. Even though this enraged the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, Qian Xunji only drove Yu Xiaogang away.

For the sake of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he didn’t make things too difficult for Yu Xiaogang.

If it had been anyone else, Qian Xunji would have ground their bones to dust and scattered the ashes long ago.

Later, when Yu Xiaogang traveled the continent, Bibi Dong gave him a Spirit Hall Elder’s Token after she rose to power, allowing him to swindle people everywhere and enjoy superior treatment.

Yu Xiaogang’s life might have seemed pathetic, but in reality, he truly hadn’t suffered much!

He lacked the most basic reverence for the strong!

Lu Chen glanced at him indifferently:

"Heh!"

A wave of pressure was released, pressing down on Yu Xiaogang in an instant.

Yu Xiaogang’s face changed drastically as if a great mountain was pressing on his shoulders. His legs gave way, and he knelt directly on the ground.

It didn’t end there; under the immense pressure, Yu Xiaogang’s body leaned forward, and with a thud, he fell flat on his face, sprawling on the ground.

In fact, Lu Chen hadn’t used much force at all, but Yu Xiaogang’s strength was simply pathetic.

Against a rank 29 Spirit Grandmaster, Lu Chen could easily pin Yu Xiaogang to the ground, unable to move, by slightly releasing his spirit power pressure.

Yu Xiaogang struggled hard, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Under Lu Chen’s spirit power pressure, even standing up was a mere pipe dream for Yu Xiaogang.

Being pinned to the ground, Yu Xiaogang felt a great sense of humiliation. His ’Tang Syndrome’ flared up; his eyes turned blood-red, he breathed like a bull, and he roared with a hiss:

"Lu Chen, you show no respect for your elders! Have you forgotten that you are also a student of Nuoding Academy!"

Lu Chen chuckled upon hearing this:

"What kind of elder are you? You’re just a freeloader at Nuoding Academy, squatting in your attic all day, doing who knows what."

"When it’s time to eat, you’re quite punctual in coming to the cafeteria. Other than that, you haven’t even visited our classroom once."

Lu Chen’s words left Yu Xiaogang speechless!

In the eyes of the arrogant Yu Xiaogang, those ordinary students weren’t worth his teaching at all; it was simply a waste of time.

Only a Genius like Tang San was worthy of him sharing everything he knew.

Nurturing a hundred ordinary students was not as good as nurturing one Genius student. Yu Xiaogang’s original intention in teaching students was always to make himself thoroughly famous.

Lu Chen’s main purpose in coming here wasn’t to humiliate Yu Xiaogang, so he didn’t pay much attention to him.

He then looked down and saw the eight bone spurs extending from Tang San’s back. Lu Chen’s eyes immediately lit up:

’Eight Spider Lances! Tang San’s Luck really isn’t bad; he still managed to obtain these Eight Spider Lances.’

’But they haven’t completely fused yet, so they can still be stripped away. It seems I’m not too late...’

To ensure Tang San wouldn’t struggle and move around when the Spirit Bone was being stripped, Lu Chen’s mind shifted, and about one-tenth of his spirit power pressure bore down on Tang San.

This external Spirit Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, only came from a 2,000-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider Spirit Beast; it couldn’t possibly withstand one-tenth of the spirit power pressure of a rank 95 Super Douluo.

The eight bone spurs trembled violently. Accompanied by a series of creaks and cracks, the eight bone spurs were pressed flat against the ground, and Tang San’s body was also pinned down.

Lu Chen floated down and landed on his feet, eyeing the spot on Tang San’s back where the eight bone spurs connected to his spine.

His eyes narrowed as he swung the Black Iron Sickle and stabbed down. The sharp blade of the Black Iron Sickle sliced through Tang San’s flesh like cutting through tofu, effortlessly causing blood to gush from his back.

Lu Chen applied force with his hand, using a clever technique to guide the Black Iron Sickle and begin stripping Tang San’s Eight Spider Lances.

Actually, Lu Chen was also surprised. He was stripping Tang San’s Eight Spider Lances, yet Tang San showed no reaction—not even a struggle, let alone a scream.

Lu Chen looked at Tang San’s face; it was a purplish-blue color, his lips were black, and his eyes were tightly shut. He was completely unconscious.

If it weren’t for his faint breathing, Lu Chen would have thought Tang San was already dead.

’Is Tang San poisoned? Surely not to this extent! The toxin of the Man Faced Demon Spider actually messed him up like this.’

Lu Chen felt greatly disappointed:

’What a pity! Stripping his Eight Spider Lances while Tang San is conscious would have made him feel heart-wrenching pain.’

’With him unconscious and unaware of the outside world, I don’t feel the slightest bit of pleasure even after stripping the Eight Spider Lances.’

Although Lu Chen felt it was a pity, the movements of his hands did not stop.

He methodically used the Black Iron Sickle to strip Tang San’s Eight Spider Lances bit by bit.

When Tang San woke up and realized what he had lost, he would feel that heart-wrenching pain all the same.

In the distance, Yu Xiaogang, who was pinned to the ground, saw Lu Chen stripping Tang San’s external Spirit Bone.

Yu Xiaogang gnashed his teeth in rage, his body twisting incessantly in an attempt to crawl up from the ground. He shouted and screamed with a crazed expression:

"Stop! Stop it right now!"

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was like an impotent husband watching a brutal boss commit all sorts of violence against his delicate wife.

As a mere rank 29 Spirit Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang couldn’t possibly break free from Lu Chen’s spirit power pressure.

He could only place his hopes on others!

Yu Xiaogang looked to the left. Flender and Teacher Li Yusong were kneeling on the ground, looking incredibly humble.

He roared:

"Flender, Li Yusong, are you blind? Can’t you see that Lu Chen is stripping Tang San’s external Spirit Bone? Stand up! Protect your student like men!"

Flender and Teacher Li Yusong were both filled with shame and lowered their heads deeply, having no intention of standing up at all.

That was Tang San’s external Spirit Bone, not theirs.

They weren’t about to throw their lives away for Tang San’s external Spirit Bone.

Disappointed, Yu Xiaogang turned his head to the right. Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun were huddled together, their faces pale as ghosts.

The configuration of Lu Chen’s spirit rings—two black and one red—terrified them. The horrifying pressure spreading out made them feel the urge to urinate and defecate simultaneously.

If Lu Chen so much as glanced at them a few more times, they would likely lose control of their bowels.

Yu Xiaogang continued to shout without giving up:

"Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun! Tang San is in danger! As his classmates, can’t you bravely stand up!"

Hearing this, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun all cursed Yu Xiaogang in their hearts, cursing eighteen generations of his ancestors and scolding him to no end.

You beast! You absolute beast!

Yu Xiaogang wanted them—one Spirit Grandmaster and two Spirit Elders—to bare their teeth at a Titled Douluo for the sake of a mere Tang San? Wasn’t that just seeking death!

Yu Xiaogang was in despair. He couldn’t stand up himself, and Flender, Teacher Li Yusong, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun were all unreliable.

Was Tang San’s external Spirit Bone really going to be lost?!

In utter desperation, Yu Xiaogang could only bring up that person:

"Lu Chen, do you know who Tang San’s father is?"

"It’s the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao! If you dare touch his son today, he will surely grind your body to powder and ensure you have no place to be buried in the future!"

(End of Chapter)

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