Chapter 254
Did you really think that a heavily injured Soul Saint was no longer a Soul Saint?
On the sidelines, Dai Mubai was already stunned by this brief but brutal "test".
Looking at Tang San and Xiao Wu's miserable state, then at Ning Rongrong's pale face that shone with a strange light, and finally at the figure leaning against the tree, seemingly detached from the situation...
He felt a chill run down his spine and straight to the top of his head, and his awe of Lin Xia reached an unprecedented peak.
He rushed over to check on Tang San and Xiao Wu's injuries.
Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled into a very faint smile. Her cool gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Lin Xia's calm face, carrying a hint of understanding and a silent question.
Leaning against the tree trunk, Lin Xia watched the last wisp of smoke dissipate, then glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu lying sprawled on the ground, unable to fight, and Ning Rongrong, who had just admitted defeat and had a complicated look in her eyes.
A faint, almost imperceptible ripple finally crossed his deep eyes, like a tiny pebble dropped into a calm, deep pool.
It wasn't astonishment, nor pity, but rather a kind of... indifference after the dust had settled, or rather, a detached confirmation of a certain expected outcome.
Tang San's consciousness was like being submerged in the cold, murky seabed, each attempt to rise was crushed by invisible pressure.
It felt as if all the bones in my body had been taken apart and then haphazardly put back together. Sharp pain spread from my arms, chest, and even my internal organs. Every weak breath was accompanied by tearing pain, and my throat was filled with a rusty, bloody taste.
He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and his vision remained blurred for a while before it became focused.
Under the dim glow of an oil lamp, there was an extremely simple wooden hut.
The walls were made of rough, solid wood, and the space was cramped. Apart from the hard wooden bed beneath him and an identical bed next to it, there was almost nothing else there.
The air was filled with a strange smell of cheap wood, old dust, and a strong herbal odor.
"Well……"
A suppressed groan escaped from the corner of his cracked mouth.
"Hey! You're awake?"
A voice with a slightly exaggerated tone came from the side.
Tang San turned his neck with difficulty and saw someone sitting on the bed next to him.
Pink hair, almond-shaped eyes, her gaze held a hint of laziness, but at this moment it shone with more surprise and gossip.
It was Oscar, the boy with the sausage spirit he had met during the day.
"Where...is this?"
Tang San's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.
"Where else could it be? The boys' dormitory at Shrek Academy! We'll be sharing a room from now on. Tsk tsk, it's pretty basic, isn't it?"
Oscar shrugged, then leaned forward slightly, his face showing a mixture of lingering fear and amazement as he carefully examined Tang San.
"Your name is Tang San, right? My God, buddy, you're really tough! You took a slap from Teacher Zhao in anger, and you only broke a few bones and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood before recovering?"
"You know, the way you looked when you were stuck in the ground back then, tsk tsk, you really looked like a tattered sack! I thought you had died there!"
Oscar's words scraped against Tang San's nerves like a dull knife.
Fragments of memory suddenly pieced together—the gigantic hand that came howling in, the overwhelming force that was impossible to resist, the chest that seemed about to explode, the ear-piercing sound of bones cracking, the vision stained red with blood, and Xiao Wu's heart-wrenching screams... and finally, before the vision went completely dark, the figure leaning against the tree, calm to the point of being indifferent.
A chilling sensation mixed with excruciating pain instantly swept over my entire body.
"Xiao Wu! How is Xiao Wu?!"
Tang San suddenly tried to sit up, but the movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to feel dizzy and his simple clothes to be soaked with cold sweat. He then coughed violently again.
"Hey! Don't get excited, don't get excited!"
Oscar quickly waved his hand.
"That long-haired little dancer? She's alright... well, at least not as badly off as you."
He pointed out the window. "The girls' dormitory is on the other side, they should be recovering from their injuries there too. Although Teacher Zhao's punch didn't hit any vital organs, it was still quite powerful, she'll probably be bedridden for a few days."
Hearing that Xiao Wu was out of danger, Tang San's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but a strong sense of self-blame and anger immediately welled up inside him.
He clenched his teeth tightly, tasting the blood between his lips and teeth.
He failed to protect Xiao Wu, allowing her to be seriously injured right before his eyes!
“Zhao…Wuji…”
Tang San's voice was icy, filled with deep-seated hatred.
He subconsciously activated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, trying to examine his injuries, but his meridians felt as if they had been branded with a hot iron, extremely sluggish, his soul power was so weak that he could barely sense it, and his arms were completely unresponsive, causing excruciating pain.
"Hey bro, calm down."
Oscar rubbed his arms, as if recalling something terrible, a hint of lingering fear on his face.
“I know you hate that Teacher Zhao went too far. To be honest, he was really acting like a madman back then. But… think about that guy from earlier today…”
Tang San's heart skipped a beat.
Lin Xia!
That name seemed to carry an invisible pressure.
Oscar's voice involuntarily lowered, filled with awe and barely concealed fear.
"That city lord of Gengjin City... Lord Lin Xia... he's still at the academy! Teacher Zhao now... tsk tsk, he's in a much worse situation than you! You didn't see what happened next... Sigh, never mind, just thinking about the sound of sand grinding still sends chills down my spine..."
Oscar clearly didn't want to dwell on the apocalyptic scenes brought by Bangalore, and changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, you three are really bold! Lord Lin just beat Teacher Zhao to a pulp, and you dare to go up and 'test' him?"
"Do you really think a heavily injured Soul Saint is no longer a Soul Saint?"
Oscar shook his head, his expression complicated.
"That little girl surnamed Ning is quite clever; she admitted defeat quickly, otherwise she would have been lying down too."
Tang San fell silent.
Oscar's words were like ice water poured over my head.
Yes, he miscalculated.
He analyzed Zhao Wuji's injuries and weaknesses, but seriously underestimated the terrifying destructive power that a Soul Saint-level expert could unleash with instinct and physical strength under extreme rage and frustration.
They underestimated Zhao Wuji's malice in using them as targets for his venting.
The boost from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda seems so pale and powerless in the face of an absolute level difference.
The last thing Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes captured before he fell unconscious was the faint, almost imperceptible smile on Lin Xia's lips, as if she were watching a play.
He fully understood Lin Xia's intention—to use Zhao Wuji to give these "ignorant" freshmen an unforgettable lesson, or rather, to teach Tang San and Xiao Wu a lesson.
The old grudge from when they left Notting College was clearly not forgotten by the other party.
A strong sense of humiliation and powerlessness gripped Tang San's heart, almost more unbearable than the physical pain.
"Oh, right."
Oscar seemed to remember something and took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket.
"This is the medicine Dean Flander gave me; it's working quite well."
He poured out a wax pill, crushed it, and a strong, pungent medicinal smell wafted out.
"Eat quickly, it'll help improve blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and promote bone healing. The hospital director said your medical expenses... will be temporarily deferred." (End of Chapter)