Tang San Gets Humiliated

Tang San hadn't even finished speaking when his words got stuck in his throat.

"Fine," Tang San responded in a low voice.

He had made up his mind—today, he would make Ao Tian taste the bitterness of defeat and force him to lower that arrogant head of his.

"You make the first move." Tang San looked calmly at Ao Tian.

During his earlier fight with Xiao Wu, her bizarre soft-body techniques had caught Tang San completely off guard, resulting in a massive loss.

If he had to face her again, he was confident he could win.

But facing Ao Tian, Tang San felt no pressure.

If he couldn't even beat a six-year-old kid, he didn't deserve to be a disciple of the Tang Sect, and his two lifetimes would've been wasted.

Ao Tian didn't waste words. In a few steps, he was in front of Tang San, throwing a punch straight at his face.

He didn't use any of his earth-shaking internal energy, and he had already suppressed the power and speed of his physical body to the minimum. Even so, the force of his punch was far greater than that of any other child his age.

His body was harder than the toughest metal in the world. He did his best to control his strength—he didn't want to blow Tang San apart with a single punch.

Tang San smirked slightly. When it came to strength, he had never feared anyone.

Even though he was small and thin, he had swung his forging hammer thousands of times daily over the past three months, training his strength to an incredible level.

Because of that, facing Ao Tian's punch, he didn't opt for any technique—he simply responded with a punch of his own.

He believed that only by defeating Ao Tian with equal methods could he deal the harshest blow to his pride.

All the watching boys couldn't help but clench their fists, secretly hoping Tang San would defeat Ao Tian with one punch.

Ao Tian was outrageously handsome, while Tang San had a rather average appearance. Psychologically, they all naturally sided with the more relatable-looking Tang San.

Xiao Wu's big eyes were fixed on Tang San and Ao Tian, her heart full of worry—afraid that her newly made friend would get hurt.

Tang San, full of confidence, met Ao Tian's punch head-on.

Bang! The faint smile on Tang San's face froze as he was sent flying backward.

Ao Tian, on the other hand, maintained his punching stance, his body unmoving like a mountain.

"What the..." Even Xiao Wu was stunned, along with everyone else.

The oldest, Wang Sheng, unconsciously opened his mouth wide. He knew Tang San's strength best.

In his previous fight with Tang San, he had used his martial spirit and the power of a battle tiger, yet still lost to Tang San's strength.

But now, Tang San was blown away by just one punch from Ao Tian... Wang Sheng couldn't even imagine what would've happened if it had been him.

"So he's not just good-looking, he's insanely strong too... I worried for nothing." Xiao Wu thought.

Of all the people present, Tang San was the most shocked.

While flying through the air, his mind was blank. His entire arm had gone numb.

Bang! He crashed onto a bed, which finally woke him up.

He quickly steadied himself, sat up on the bed, and looked at Ao Tian, who was standing there calmly.

At the moment of impact, he had felt the terrifying power in Ao Tian's punch—this wasn't strength any six-year-old could possess.

Even a grown man might not have that kind of power.

And his punch... it was like hitting a block of refined steel. The hardness of Ao Tian's fist was beyond imagination.

He finally understood—Ao Tian's arrogance had a solid foundation.

The numbness in his right arm forced Tang San to fully circulate his Xuan Tian Skill, slowly regaining sensation.

"Well? Want to keep going?" Ao Tian looked at Tang San with a smile.

Tang San's face flushed with embarrassment. Just moments ago, he had been talking big about teaching Ao Tian a lesson.

But he got blown away in just one move. In terms of strength, he had lost completely.

Getting off the bed, he said, "You only had a slight advantage in strength. A battle isn't won on strength alone."

Ao Tian nodded and said, "You're right. Strength isn't everything. So, are you planning to beat me with technique?"

Tang San swung his arm and said, "That was just a warm-up. The real fight starts now."

Despite losing the first exchange, Tang San was still brimming with confidence.

In his past life, he had lived over twenty years, trained in the top-tier Tang Sect, and had combat skills no six-year-old could compare to.

Ao Tian's strength might be immense, but to Tang San, it was just brute force. He had faced that kind of opponent before.

"Come on then. I don't have time to waste on you," Ao Tian said indifferently.

Tang San stopped wasting time. His feet moved in a strange pattern—not a straight line—making his movement unpredictable.

It was his signature footwork: Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

While not ideal for straight-line acceleration, its strength lay in its erratic, ever-changing steps. It was perfect for close combat and hard to defend against.

In the blink of an eye, Tang San had closed in on Ao Tian.

He didn't attack head-on but started circling around Ao Tian.

"Tang San's speed is amazing. Even I can't tell when or where he'll strike," Wang Sheng marveled.

He finally realized how much power Tang San had hidden during their fight.

"Then why doesn't Ao Tian attack first?" someone else asked.

"You're overthinking it," said Wang Sheng. "Ao Tian doesn't even know where Tang San is going to strike from. How could he possibly hit him?"

Just as Wang Sheng finished speaking, everyone heard a loud bang. A figure flew out backward.

In the center of the battlefield, Ao Tian still held his punching stance. Tang San, however, had crashed into another bed.

His chest had taken the full force of Ao Tian's strike, and he coughed violently in pain.

His face was full of confusion—he had no idea how Ao Tian had tracked his movement.

After a few seconds of coughing, Tang San finally caught his breath. He pushed himself up and launched at Ao Tian again.

His hands had turned a white jade color—Tang Sect's secret technique: Mysterious Jade Hands.

Once activated, his hands became immune to heat and cold, as hard as steel.

Tang San's expression was more serious than ever. Being thrown twice by Ao Tian, he couldn't bear the shame any longer.

He activated his Xuan Tian Skill to its full potential and went all out.

This time, he would take Ao Tian down.

With the inner strength of Xuan Tian Skill enhancing him, Tang San's speed soared. He was almost a blur.

"So fast!" someone cried out.

Xiao Wu's face grew serious. With Tang San's current speed and weird movement, even she wasn't sure she could land a hit on him.

"Tang San, is this your full power?" Ao Tian's voice rang out.

Tang San didn't respond. When he appeared behind Ao Tian again, he gathered all his internal energy and strength into his right hand, aiming a palm strike at Ao Tian's shoulder.

His mind was razor-sharp, fully alert for any counterattacks.

His palm hit Ao Tian's shoulder with a deep thud, but Ao Tian didn't even budge.

This was Tang San's first direct hit—and his full-power attack—but it failed to move Ao Tian at all.

Tang San was shocked. He tried to retreat, but it was already too late.

Ao Tian had grabbed the hand that struck him and pulled hard. A huge force yanked Tang San forward.

Before everyone's eyes, Tang San was slammed to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Even with his Xuan Tian Skill body protection, Tang San felt like his bones were about to fall apart.

(End of Chapter)