Douluo Dalu: Volume 26: Xiao Wu’s Resurrection

by Tang Jia San Shao

  Yang Wudi looked at the three,

  “What? You scared? If our four clans join together, we’ll also have close to a thousand Spirit Masters. With our strength combined, we won’t be much less than any of the four lower sects. Don’t tell me we’ll struggle on at death’s door to survive? It’d be better to fight it out. There are people from the two great empires I do business with, and I’ve recently always had contact with the Star Luo Empire. If I establish a sect, it would be in Star Luo Empire’s capital. There, Spirit Hall’s strength still isn’t too powerful. Existing shouldn’t be any major problem. Our Breaking Clan has also put aside some savings over the years, supporting the lives of all the clans isn’t a problem for the short term. And the Star Luo imperial family will also support us to some extent.”

  Niu Gao couldn’t help saying:

  “Old goat, haven’t you suffered some loss? Ordinarily you wouldn’t be so impulsive.”

  Yang Wudi’s expression turned even uglier,

  “A loss? If it just stopped at that. Those lower sect bastards have already prepared to attack our Breaking Clan. If I don’t have any plans when I return this time, you won’t see me next year.”

  Tai Tan said:

  “Old goat, we seem to hold the same view without even talking it over. The day before yesterday the Elephant Armored School also came here to old rhino the day before yesterday. If we stay alone, it might be difficult to exist hereafter. However, I’m not optimistic about the Star Luo Empire side. We’re not familiar with the Star Luo Empire, and we don’t have people who have lived there long. I talked it over with old rhino and old whitebird, preparing to go to Heaven Dou City. No matter what is said, I’ve still done business there for twenty years, that can count as some foundation, giving everyone a place to stay.”

  Yang Wudi frowned,

  “Going to your place? That’s not impossible. Only, our Breaking Clan’s business contacts are in the Star Luo Empire. If we went to the Heaven Dou Empire, we would have to start anew with everything. Relying on only the financial ability of your Strength Clan alone might not be enough to provide for everyone. Establishing a flourishing business network isn’t so easy.”

  Tai Tan grinned, saying:

  “Don’t worry, providing for everyone isn’t a problem. We’re preparing to establish a sect called Tang Sect. In fact, I just wanted to introduce you to the sect master, but you didn’t pay attention.”

  While speaking, he pouted towards Tang San to the side.

  Yang Wudi stared blankly, looking doubtfully at Tang San,

  “He’s the sect master? A kid still smelling of mother’s milk?”

  Tai Tan said:

  “Is that impossible?”

  Yang Wudi stood, glowering at Tai Tan,

  “Old orangutan, the flames are already burning my eyebrows here, and you’re still in the mood to crack jokes.”

  Tai Tan’s expression dropped, he was just a bit unhappy about Yang Wudi verbally abusing him. In terms of spirit power and age, he was always the boss of the four single attribute clans, and now his anger surged,

  “Old goat, nobody’s cracking jokes here. Tang San isn’t just the sect master of our Tang Sect, but also master’s son.”

  The pupils of Yang Wudi’s eyes suddenly contracted,

  “You’re saying, he’s Tang Hao’s son?”

  Tai Tan snorted, but didn’t speak.

  Yang Wudi glared fiercely at Tang San, then turned sharply and walked towards the exit. The two youths who had followed him hurried to catch up.

  “Old goat, what are you doing?”

  Bai He hurriedly stepped forward to pull him back.

  Yang Wudi didn’t turn his head:

  “You’ve all compromised with Clear Sky School, I have nothing else to say. There’s no place for me here, I’m leaving. Treat it as if I didn’t come today.”

  Bai He hastily said:

  “Don’t be rash, listen to me. Do you only trust your old brothers so much?”

  Yang Wudi had the best relationship with Bai He, and hearing this, his complexion eased somewhat,

  “To have me stay behind, first have that brat called Tang San fuck off. Also, don’t mention the Tang Sect in front of me again.”

  Bai He’s complexion immediately grew unsightly, no matter what was said, Tang San was his grandnephew, and Yang Wudi wouldn’t even give him the chance to talk. His original plan seemed to have lost effect.

  “Senior Yang Wudi, can you let junior say a few words.”

  Tang San stood from Tai Tan’s side and walked over.

  Yang Wudi turned sharply, coldly looking at Tang San, dense killing intent suddenly releasing without the slightest cover,

  “I swore that the Clear Sky School would be my eternal enemy. Take the chance while I can still hold back to fuck off out of here, otherwise, don’t blame me for cutting your corpse into pieces.”

  Tang San’s gaze abruptly turned cold, looking at Bai He next to Yang Wudi,

  “Granduncle, I’ll trouble you to step aside. I want to see how senior Yang Wudi can cut me to pieces.”

  Tang San absolutely didn’t say this out of impulse. Confronting Yang Wudi, he understood that there was no sense in exchanging words. This person was headstrong to an unimaginable degree. If he didn’t suppress his anger, he wouldn’t even have the chance to speak.

  Yang Wudi smiled rather than grow furious,

  “Good, good, good, even a kid still smelling of mother’s milk dares hoot at me. You’re Tang Hao’s son alright. Old whitebird, don’t accuse me of not giving you face, I’ll leave him with one breath left.”

  Bai He looked somewhat anxiously at Tang San, but saw Tang San send him a relieved expression. In an instant, Tang San and Yang Wudi simultaneously radiated imposing manner.

  Tai Tan and Niu Gao looked face to face, helplessly whispering:

  “Fighting, fighting, it’s more useful to speak with force with the old goat’s temper.”

  Tang San coolly watched this slim elder in front of him,

  “Senior Yang Wudi, what shall we bet?”

  When Bai He heard this to the side, his face immediately turned bizarre, and Bai Chenxiang used her hand to cover her mouth, keeping her laughter from escaping. They had already learned from Niu Gao that Tang San had bet with him on his first day here, and won. On the second day he had bet with Bai He. And when confronting this Yang Wudi, he was unexpectedly still betting.

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  [1] Yang Wudi - (杨无敌) “Poplar Unequalled”, the word for poplar is also a homophone to the word for goat, thus his nickname.

  Chapter 178: Tang San VS Yang Wudi

  Hearing that Tang San was going to have a bet with Yang Wudi, every faces around turned somewhat weird.

  However, although Tang San’s trick was trite, it was obviously useful, especially to assumptive and headstrong people like Yang Wudi, to whom his trick would make an extraordinary difference.

  Yang Wudi humphed coldly, “Are you qualified to bet with me?”

  Tang San smiled calmly, “Senior, don’t you dare?”

  Yang Wudi said contemptuously, “Bet how many rounds you can persist in my hand?”

  Tang San shaked his head, “No, I want to bet a battle. If I won, I want nothing but a promise of one thing, if I lose, you can do whatever you want.”

  Yang Wudi thought his ears must have some problem because such a boy that looked no more than 20 years old wanted to have a battle with him, a level eighty two Spirit Douluo. That was really an unendurable scorn.

  “Well, well, what a reckless cub. I’m wondering, what gives you the courage. Once you won, let alone one thing, ten things, one hundred things, my old life will be yours.”

  Tang San smiled slightly. His trick worked, and the only thing left was a real battle. Stepping back swiftly for five paces and distancing Yang Wudi, he saluted Yang with a junior etiquette:

  “Junior Tang San, Control System, level sixty six Spirit Emperor, please.”

  Sixt
y six? A question mark crossed Yang’s mind but he said coldly at once, “Yang Wudi, Power Attack System, level eighty two Spirit Douluo.”

  Spirits, were released simultaneously from their body.

  Although Yang was called old goat, that did not necessarily mean his spirit was goat, but just a joke of four patriarchs many years ago. Now, his spirit appeared, which was a four meter long lance.

  The long lance was thoroughly black, glistening freezing luster. The arm-like width pole was eight chi while the spearhead should be four Chi in length. Two yellow, two purple, four black, eight optimal spirit rings appeared simultaneously on the lance, moving up and down with the long lance and shining, blossomed incredibly gorgeous splendor suddenly.

  Sure, the spirit of Breaking Clan was lance, Soulbreaking Spear.

  With lance in hands, Yang did not attack instantly. As a senior and a Spirit Douluo, he was naturally waiting for Tang San to thoroughly release his spirit.

  Tang San knew this, of course, so he released his spirit calmly.

  With blue gold light glinting, a blue silver grass sprouted from his right hand and then six spirit rings which can totally symbolize his identity emerged, pulsed around his body up and down.

  There had been nobody that would be unsurprised seeing Tang San’s hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, Yang Wudi was naturally not an exception. Seeing that cardinal splendor, his originally disdainful eyes became grave. Although the opponent was just a Spirit Emperor, the red spirit ring presented on his body, which seemed impossible, the contempt in his mind diminished correspondingly.

  “Isn't your spirit Clear Sky Hammer?” Seeing Tang San’s spirit rings, Yang’s voice was obviously not that rigid and superior as before. Facing a strong and outstanding spirit master like Tang San, change of his emotion stemmed from respect.

  Tang San smiled calmly, “Senior will see my Clear Sky Hammer.”

  Saying that, Tang San leaned forward slightly and hunched his back, with a cracking sound, eight sanguineous spider lances appeared.

  Confronting opponent as strong as Yang Wudi, Tang San didn't have full confidence to win in fact. The feature of Breaking Clan was to attack, overwhelmingly attack, destructively attack. Only by sparing no effort might Tang San win this battle. Therefore, Tang San used his eight spider lances at the beginning.

  “This is...” Even Niu Gao and Bai He stared at Tang San, both of them were the first time to see Tang San’s ture strength.

  Tang San didn’t hide, he had already regarded these people as Tang Sect’s staffs in the future. It doesn't make any sense to hide from them, or he wouldn’t casually expose his red spirit ring.

  “This is my external spirit bone, eight spider lances.”

  “External spirit bone” was such a shocking word to them. If say hundred-thousand-year-old spirit rings was accessible to some degree, seeking for hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beasts, external spirit bone was absolutely treasure that can be only found by accident. Without extraordinary luck, accessing an external spirit bone was all but impossible.

  But Tang San found, the moment Yang Wudi gripped his black iron lance, the entire being became different. All the emotional perturbation seemed disappeared thoroughly and all his essence, qi, and soul were infused into the lance. Neither Tang San’s red spirit ring or the eight spider lances would affect his emotion.

  Having found this, Tang San’s face turned extremely serious. One can devote himself with a single mind to the spirit, seeing nothing but only a lance in his sight, such a state spelled much: the battle, was bound to be tough.

  Yang Wudi looked at Tang San stolidly, “Are you ready?” For him, no matter who’s the opponent, his mind would not be affected, only with perpetual faith to win would he achieve a predominant momentum in the battle and use his most powerful “break”. If he want to be invulnerable and invincible, he must hypnotize himself at first.

  “Please.”Tang San snapped deeply, moved his body, with countless blue silver emperors deluged around him.

  The reason why he dare challenge Yang was that he knew Yang’s weakness. All the ability of Breaking Clan was to attack, therefore as a Control System spirit master, relying on his Control Abilities, he would get the upper hand; the key to win this battle was whether he could limit the opponent effectively, whether he could make full use of his Control Abilities and dispel Yang’s momentum.

  “Hei.” Yang snapped abruptly, waved his lance forward, when the spearhead was pointed to Tang San, he had already blended into the lance. The strong momentum risen suddenly could be even more formidable than Tang San’s Slaughter Assault which had evolved from Deathgod Domain. A burst of incomparably sharp force thrusted into Tang San’s chest, and the body moved with his lance, without any unnecessary action, bumped into Tang San.

  Blue silver emperors moved, and Tang San’s first spirit ring shone, blue silver emperor Binding launched. Blue silver emperor swarmed and twisted to Yang’s body.

  Yang Wudi seemed didn’t see those blue silver emperor branches which were shining three colors of blue, red and gold light, didn’t change his action at all. And his eyes were also locked onto Tang San all the time, with an increasingly growing momentum.

  Just in a minute, Tang San had fully recognized Yang Wudi’s monstrousness. Spirit ring shone on his body was also the first one, a burst of explosive force spurted from his body abruptly, shocked those blue silver emperors around away, which even could not accomplish their ability effect. Whereas the momentum of himself had reached the peak in the explosive shock and made Tang San feel clearly that, in the presence of the dread momentum, his body had became even slower, as if he had already been pierced by that formidable long lance in his conscious.

  Pong—

  Yang’s body heavily ran into blue silver emperors that had suddenly risen and become blue silver Prison, shocking force hit blue silver emperors, making a series of teeth-edging sounds. In order to hold him back, Tang San had to use his fourth spirit ability. At the same time, his third spirit ability was released, a huge spider web, covered to Yang Wudi, who was trapped in the silver blue prison.

  However, Tang San still underestimated the word “breaking” of Breaking Clan. Once Yang Wudi thrusted the lance, it was impossible to stop. Even if his body stopped, he still accomplished the attack. Slapping fiercely on the lance tail with his left hand, his body was still trapped in the blue silver prison, nevertheless the long lance accelerated abruptly and continued to run into Tang San’s chest. That unstoppable feeling, made everyone perceive a brumal smell.

  What a ferocious lance.

  Strong force brought horrific long lance, directly jacked up the spiderweb launched later, then pierced it, whose pearhead had already pointed to Tang San’s face.

  At that moment, Tang San’s body had become extremely slow under the covering of that horrific momentum and even could not take a step, let alone a shunning.

  The third spirit ring on the lance shone, bursted with a layer of black light, which was Yang Wudi’s third spirit ability, “explosion”.

  His first spirit ability “shocking” could shock away restrictions that were not strong enough, while “explosion” could escalate the attack power to a more formidable level. Once stabbed the target, the spirit power would yield formidable explosive force, giving the lance stronger destructivity.

  However, Yang Wudi’s attack didn’t go smoothly because Tang San’s body disappeared.

  Hundred-thousand-year spirit bone ability, teleporting,launched.

  At the next moment, Tang San had already appeared behind Yang Wudi, eight spider lances moved at the same time, thrust to Yang’s body in the blue silver prison. Bewitching red light penetrated into gaps upon the blue silver prison. Now, because of the unstoppable momentum before and the long lance hurled, Yang was in an all-out state where his defence was at the most weak point.

  The opportunity Tang San grasped was undoubtedly very well. Whereas the weakness of Breaking Clan was such conspicuous that how coul
dn’t they find a method to make it up?

  Yang Wudi didn’t even turn around, the Soulbreaking Spear reappeared in his hands, turning over the hands, backstabbed. The black spearhead thrust backward directly.

  Although eight spider lances were long, they were on Tang San’s back, no matter how close the distances were in eight directions, they could not be closer than straight line distance between Tang San and Yang Wudi. If Tang San still wanted to use eight spider lances to thrust him, then, the one that would be trusted, was him. Considering the destructivity attached to Yang Wudi’s Soulbreaking Spear, assuming that situation happened, this battle would be over, while whether Tang San’s eight spider lances would touch him was an unknown.

  Just using two lances, Yang Wudi had make Tang San’s evaluation to him escalate a level, a stab forward, a stab backward, two ferocious lances revealed the horrific desire to attack perfectly. The same horrific smell of attck, Tang San had just felt exclusively on Sword Douluo Chen Xin. But don’t forget, Chen Xin was hailed as the title douluo who had the strongest attack damage.

  Helplessly, Tang San had to change his action, leaned backward abruptly and kicked to the Soulbreaking Spear with right foot, simultaneously, with the action of leaning backward, four of his eight spider lances continued to move forward, thrust to Yang Wudi’s body. For bloodsucking and high poison of eight spider lances, as long as one of them stabbed, Tang San’s purpose would be achieve.

  However, Yang Wudi’s next action made Tang San have to use teleportation again.

  Hacked the lance, following the momentum of backstab, Yang Wudi slapped the pikestaff with his left hand, didn’t turn around, huge spearhead suddenly chopped to Tang San’s chest like a heavy sword. The situation was incredibly similar to the one before, which seemed internecine, but Yang Wudi’s attack would still be faster than Tang San’s. Nevertheless now for Tang San, there existed no chance to dodge and thus the second teleportation was yielded.

  This time Tang San appeared above Yang Wudi. Now, Yang didn’t eliminate blue silver prison around his body yet which hindered him. Tang San appeared above his body, scattering the Deathgod Domain from sky, pressed down with both hands, and eight spider lances thrust again. But this time, they aimed at Yang Wudi’s head. Eight spider lances aimed at the same point, whether attack speed or threatening force, had been much stronger than before.