MTLNOVEL Chapter 325: A Little Ghost, A Chrysanthemum
"You can go ahead and try!"
Demon Bear Douluo sneered with a devilish grin, his tone full of disdain.
"I might as well tell you, the Ghost Leopard Douluo here is a Level 95 Agility-Type Titled Douluo. With his speed, even if you can teleport, or even if you can fly, he can still wear you down to death."
Ghost Leopard stood with his arms crossed, his eyes gleaming with cunning.
If Tang San dared to run, he wouldn't mind toying with him for a bit.
Even if Tang San could teleport away, so what?
He was a Level 95 Agility-Type Titled Douluo!
"A step of ten meters is effortless for me!"
"Why don't you try running first?"
"After we kill your two companions, we'll come after you."
Hearing this, Tang San fell silent.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun trembled, a flicker of guilt flashing through their eyes.
It was because they were weak that Tang San was put in such a passive position, unable even to escape.
The two exchanged a glance and gritted their teeth before speaking almost simultaneously:
"Xiao San, we'll hold them off for you. Run!"
"When you grow strong, avenge us!"
"White Tiger Possession!"
"Dark Phoenix Possession!"
Smack! Smack!
Not far from Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, Demon Bear Douluo took a step forward. Without even using his martial spirit, he instantly appeared in front of them.
Raising his right hand, he slapped Ma Hongjun across the face, sending him flying.
Then, with a backhand slap, he struck Dai Mubai, making him spin twice in midair before crashing heavily onto the ground.
Tang San: "..."
One doesn't fear god-like opponents; one fears pig-like teammates.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun did not pass out.
Holding their slapped faces, they looked aggrieved.
This old bastard had no sense of honor, directly slapping them mid-transformation and interrupting their abilities.
Demon Bear Douluo stepped forward and grabbed them both, sealing their soul power with two bursts of energy.
"Tang San, make your choice!"
Demon Bear Douluo said without a change in expression.
"You should know that this spirit bone was a bet between me and Xiao Feilian. If you take it, what do you think the Martial God Douluo will do?"
"Tang San, do you know why we waited for you to leave the city and get this far from the gates before making a move?"
Tang San's question had been anticipated.
The Martial God Douluo wouldn't bother with such matters.
Besides, a five-year agreement was a five-year agreement.
A hundred-thousand-year-old spirit bone wasn't the only one in existence.
If Tang San lost this one, he could always go find another.
Whether he succeeded or not was not their concern.
"Seems like you don't know."
"No problem, I don't mind explaining."
"We did this out of respect for the Martial God Douluo, not making a move right under his nose."
"No choice, he's my idol, after all."
Tang San: "..."
So much silence today.
If you're going to say it, just say it. Why sugarcoat it with flattery?
This Demon Bear Douluo was truly something else.
"Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, do you dare to bet with me?"
Hearing this, everyone's eyelids twitched. This felt oddly familiar!
"Hand over the spirit bone. I have no time for nonsense!"
"Either hand it over, or you die!"
"I'm just a mere Soul Emperor. Are the two of you afraid?"
Since they refused to bet, Tang San resorted to provocation.
"Being weak is your problem. We'll bully you as we please. So what?"
At these words, Tang San's eyelids twitched. He looked at Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard differently now.
He had seen shameless people before, but never this shameless!
"Get lost!"
Just as Tang San was about to speak, a voice as deep as rolling thunder echoed through the air.
The next moment, a tall middle-aged man appeared in front of Tang San.
"Who is this?"
"His physique is even more imposing than my father's, and the aura he exudes is even more powerful."
Looking at the man's back, Tang San murmured to himself.
"Tang Xiao!"
Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard were no strangers to the newcomer.
He was none other than Tang Hao's elder brother, Tang Xiao!
The current Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect!
"I can't see through his strength. He must be at least Level 96!"
"What a terrifying aura, what a terrifying presence!"
"Since you know who I am, why haven't you left yet?"
Tang Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking unfathomable.
His strength had already reached Level 97.
It could take ten, even twenty years to reach Level 98.
But at Level 97, dealing with two Titled Douluo below Level 96 was effortless!
In the original timeline, within the novel's story, Tang Xiao fought against three Elder Hall worshipers without using the Clear Sky Battle Formation.
That meant he could handle three worshipers, excluding the first and second elders.
As the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, his explosive power might not match Tang Hao's since he didn't use Ring Detonation or the Grand Xu Mi Hammer.
However, his strength was nothing to scoff at.
With his mastery of the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes and the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, he had no equal among those of the same Level!
"Tang Xiao, does this mean the Clear Sky Sect is openly opposing the Spirit Hall?"
Although their relationship had already soured, hadn't they coexisted peacefully for years?
Tang Hao was an outcast of the Clear Sky Sect, so Tang Xiao had no reason to help Tang San.
Tang Xiao's expression remained unchanged.
Such petty threats wouldn't make him waver.
The current Clear Sky Sect was no longer the same as before.
"If you don't leave, you die!"
As he spoke, Tang Xiao's soul power erupted, crushing down on Ghost Leopard and Demon Bear.
Tang San, seeing this, felt an unprecedented sense of security.
"Is he from my father's sect?"
"Who is he?"
"Why is he saving me?"
For a moment, Tang San's mind raced with questions.
Just then, two more figures appeared in the scene.
Seeing the newcomers, Tang Xiao's expression changed.
He hadn't expected the Spirit Hall to send four Titled Douluos just to deal with Tang San!
"A little ghost, a chrysanthemum, are you here to die as well?"
Hiss—!
Tang Xiao's domineering words made Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun gasp.
Too powerful!
Facing four Titled Douluos, he didn't panic but mocked them instead.
Who was this imposing middle-aged man?
"Tang Xiao, retreat now, and we can pretend this never happened."
"If you refuse, then today, you will not leave here alive!"
This time, it wasn't Yue Guan who spoke, but the cold and emotionless Ghost Douluo.
Tang Hao had cheated in battle, but Ghost Douluo didn't believe Tang Xiao could do the same!
If they took Tang Xiao down, there would be no escape today!
That was Ghost Douluo's confidence.
Tang Xiao was briefly stunned before carefully observing Ghost Douluo.
"Ghost Douluo, as the Pope's trusted aide, you should understand the power gap beyond Level 95."
"You've barely reached Level 96, and with two Level 95s and one Level 94 weakling, do you really think you can defeat a Level 97 like me?"