thefictionvixens Chapter 6: I must be hallucinating!
Chapter 6: I must be hallucinating!
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I see,
Cao Kun did not retract his right hand that blocked the fist, but instead slightly curled his fingers as the contact took place.
It doesn't seem like a clenched fist.
Instead, it grasped a kind of invisible and intangible "handle" that truly exists.
Then, Cao Kun lowered his waist slightly and twisted his feet seemingly casually.
But the movements were so natural, as if they had been practiced countless times, or as if they were instinctive.
The power of the whole body originates from the soles of the feet, passes through the knees, rotates the hips, flows through the back, passes through the shoulders, condenses in the arms, and finally converges at the tip of the fist that "grabs the invisible handle".
There was no dazzling light from the soul skill, no burst of aura, and not even any extra sound.
It was simply a matter of pushing forward.
One push.
No, that wasn't a push.
That was... an earthquake.
A subtle yet powerful tremor that seems capable of shaking the very foundations of mountains and rivers and overturning the order of the universe!
This oscillation does not affect the physical body.
It's more like it's directly targeting the most core and weakest "point" of Tang Hao's fist intent, soul power, and even the structure of his body's power generation.
"Buzz...!"
A strange, low-pitched hum, almost inaudible yet capable of sending shivers down the spines of everyone present, rang out.
Tang Hao felt an irresistible, incomprehensible, and extremely profound "force."
Following the gaps in his fist strikes, the nodes in the flow of his soul power, and even the chain of muscle exertion,
It seeped in silently...
Then... with a gentle flick.
"Snap!"
Tang Hao's fist, which was originally flawless and contained the terrifying power of a Title Douluo, collapsed with a bang!
The soul power concentrated in his fist instantly went out of control and backfired, rushing back along his meridians!
"puff……!"
Tang Hao's face turned pale, and he groaned. He was involuntarily pulled backward by this strange "vibration force"!
One step, two steps, three steps...
With each step back, a deep footprint was left on the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out around the footprint!
He retreated a full seven steps!
He barely managed to steady himself.
The body's qi and blood were churning, and the soul's power was in disarray.
A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but he forced it back down.
But a trace of crimson blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his head and stared intently at the boy who was still standing in the same spot, as if he had just casually waved away a mosquito. His eyes were no longer cold and indifferent, but filled with unbelievable horror.
And a kind of... instinctive vigilance and solemnity in the face of an unknown and powerful being!
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
The moonlight was cold and clear, and even the night breeze seemed to have stopped moving.
Zhao Wuji opened his mouth wide, still in the posture of wanting to pounce forward, but he froze on the spot like a clay sculpture, his mind blank.
What did he see?
His own disciple, Cao Kun... blocked Tang Hao's fist?
No, it's not just about blocking...
With a single punch, he sent Haotian Douluo Tang Hao... flying backward?!
He was even injured by the shockwave?!
Is this...is this a dream?!
Flander was completely petrified, oblivious to the fact that his glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and his mouth was agape enough to fit an egg.
His worldview suffered a series of blows tonight!
Old Zhao is an 88th-level Soul Douluo!
The attacker was Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo!
Then... Cao Kun, this seemingly ordinary "veteran student" from his own academy, knocked back Haotian Douluo with a single punch?!
And you even injured him?!
"I must be hallucinating from staying up too late..." Flander thought numbly.
In the field.
Cao Kun slowly withdrew his fist, his movements still unhurried.
His expression remained normal, only his clothes were slightly disheveled.
Clearly, the punch that knocked Tang Hao back had little effect on him; it was effortless.
Cao Kun glanced at his unharmed right hand, then looked up calmly at Tang Hao, who was seven steps away, breathing heavily and looking uncertain.
"The Haotian Douluo! Nothing special!"
Cao Kun spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying an indifference that seemed out of place for his age and appearance.
"Even if Teacher Zhao makes a mistake in assessing students, it's an internal matter for the academy. Your actions, without even investigating the facts, seem rather...overly domineering."
His words were not harsh, and there was not much accusation in them; it was as if he was simply stating a fact.
But these plain words, when they reached Tang Hao's ears, made him feel more embarrassed than the most vicious curses.
overbearing?
Why should Tang Hao need to explain his actions throughout his life?
When have I ever cared about what others think?
But today,
Right here in this dilapidated Shrek Academy,
In front of an unknown boy,
Not only did he fail to land a single blow, but he was also forced back and injured, and then he was questioned by his opponent so calmly...
An uncontrollable rage,
Mixed with the shame of being offended,
And the deep-seated fear of that "power" he had just experienced surged and exploded within Tang Hao's chest like volcanic magma!
"Kid..."
Tang Hao's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
It also carried a chilling aura.
"You... are very good."
The voice has not fallen,
Tang Hao slowly raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The movements were slow, yet carried a sense of impending doom and impending storm.
"He was able to take one of my punches and even hurt me..."
In Tang Hao's eyes, a chilling killing intent spread out as if it were a tangible substance; the previous trace of inquiry and solemnity was completely replaced by violence.
"You have every reason to be proud."
"but……"
He paused, and his aura began to surge wildly, becoming even more terrifying and violent than before!
The nine spirit rings beneath his feet shone brightly once more.
Especially that 100,000-year-old red spirit ring, its scarlet light was almost dripping blood!
The phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit appeared behind him.
The immense pressure caused the surrounding ground to crack and sink!
"That's... the end of it."
The moment he finished speaking, Tang Hao's figure vanished.
No, it didn't disappear.
He was too fast, so fast that he left only a blurry afterimage in the moonlight!
This time,
He held nothing back anymore!
No more underestimation!
The terrifying speed of a Title Douluo, unleashed at full power!
The domineering essence of the Haotian Hammer is integrated into the movement technique!
Target... Cao Kun!
He wanted to tear this boy, who had brought him immense shame and shock, to shreds!
He wanted to see what other tricks this boy had up his sleeve under that strange "power"!
"Cao Kun, watch out!!!"
Zhao Wuji finally snapped out of his shock and let out a desperate roar.
He tried to pounce, but Tang Hao was too fast; he couldn't catch up!
Flander also suddenly woke up and unleashed his soul power recklessly in an attempt to intercept, but it was all in vain!
Under the full-force attack of a Title Douluo, the Soul Douluo and Soul Saint reacted as slowly as a tortoise crawling!
Only Cao Kun.
Facing Tang Hao, who appeared beside him as if by teleportation, carrying a terrifying power that could tear everything apart, his face remained completely calm.
He even seemed to have a meaningful smile on his lips.
It's as if it's saying: Finally... are you being a little more serious?
Then, he moved.
There was no dodging, no retreating.
He merely raised his head slightly, looking at Tang Hao with a half-smile, and said with a hint of disdain:
"Take this punch from me too!"
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