Tang Hao with a Broken Arm and Leg

Chapter 14 Tang Hao with a Broken Arm and Leg

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

Golden light gathered on Lan Minghua's arm, transforming into golden dragon scales, making the entire arm look exactly like a real dragon's arm.

With just this one claw, without any fancy moves, it met the enormous scarlet Dharma image head-on.

Compared to Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer, Lan Minghua's figure was like a speck of dust.

But at the moment of collision, Lan Minghua's body shone with golden light, displaying the grand spirit of a great river flowing upstream.

The crimson of Tang Hao's Killing God Domain melted away like snow upon encountering the golden light, as if it had met its natural enemy.

Lan Minghua's lips curled slightly, and with a forceful grab of his dragon claw hand, he easily slipped it into the interior of the Great Sumeru Hammer with a snap.

In an instant, cracks spread out like a spider web across the surface of the large Sumeru hammer, which was as smooth as a mirror, centered on the point where the dragon claw hand struck it.

"How could this be? The Great Sumeru Hammer, with its 100,000-year-old soul rings exploding, can't even suppress it!"

Tang Hao felt that the Great Sumeru Hammer could not be reduced even slightly, his eyes widened, and he was extremely horrified.

He was confident that even the Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare to take this attack head-on.

However, Lan Minghua, an unknown nobody, actually managed to stop it.

Actually, that's not the case. Not only did he block it, but he also turned the tables in an instant.

Feeling the considerable pressure from the Great Sumeru Hammer, Lan Minghua became slightly more serious.

After all, during the Battle of Jialing Pass, Tang Hao was able to contend with the level 98 Golden Crocodile Douluo after destroying his ten-thousand-year soul ring.

The one that exploded now is a 100,000-year soul ring, so its strength may have increased to a higher level.

However, he was facing a lousy Hua with peak combat power, who could kill even a god.

Lan Minghua exerted force with his arm, and the cracks on the Great Sumeru Hammer burst forth with dazzling golden light.

The Great Sumeru Hammer shattered inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, the enormous scarlet Dharma image also collapsed instantly.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand became dilapidated, as if it could be shattered at the slightest touch.

His martial spirit was damaged, and he also suffered a backlash.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and with a "plop," he spat out mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, Tang Hao's eyes held no emotion other than fear.

My only thought was to escape!

However, Lan Minghua did not intend to let him off so easily.

Finding the right spot, he stepped into the void and almost instantly appeared behind Tang Hao.

"You think I have no temper, coming and going as you please?"

Lan Minghua's voice was calm, but to Tang Hao it sounded like the voice of death.

Before he could react, Lan Minghua used his hand as a knife and with a swift motion, severed Tang Hao's right arm.

Tang Hao's eyes were filled with fear as he looked at his right arm, which was leaving him, and he endured the excruciating pain as he fled.

Lan Minghua sneered, grabbed Tang Hao's left leg, and kicked him in the groin.

With a tearing sound, Tang Hao's entire left leg was snapped off.

However, he used this attack to desperately flee into the distance.

As for Tang San and Xiao Wu, they had no time to spare.

If you're just a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, how can you care about others?

Lan Minghua glanced at it but did not pursue it.

There's no need for that; Tang Hao is already a cripple.

Having lost his right arm and left leg, he also lost the two high-quality soul bones bestowed upon him by the Haotian Sect.

It might not be a 100,000-year-old soul bone, but it's at least a 50,000-year-old soul bone.

In the original story, removing these two soul bones from him reduced his soul power by a full 20 levels.

Having suffered such a heavy blow, it will only become weaker.

Adding to the damage to his body from the exploding rings, even if Tang Hao survived, he would at most be a Soul Saint, or even less than a Soul Saint.

Moreover, even though he survived, he became a cripple.

For Tang Hao, living a pathetic life was the best punishment.

I decided to end my pathetic life and start afresh a few years ago, but now I've become a useless person.

All I can do is live a pathetic life.

Lan Minghua grabbed Tang Hao's right arm and left leg and dropped him directly from the air.

Flander, Zhao Wuji, and the rest of Shrek were stunned.

Flanders, in particular, knew exactly who the man in the black robe was.

Lan Minghua threw one leg and one arm on the ground, concealed his aura, and appeared calm and collected, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Huh, why are they all up? It's my fault for not making more noise."

Lan Minghua looked at the people around him and said somewhat embarrassedly.

Flanders calmed his inner shock, stepped forward respectfully, and bowed his head, speaking in a humble tone.

"I was unaware of Your Majesty's arrival. I have offended you in the past few days. Please forgive me."

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others swallowed hard, their faces filled with horror.

Your Majesty, this is the respectful title others use for a Title Douluo besides their own title.

No one expected that Lan Minghua, who looked like a homeless man, was actually a titled Douluo.

After Zhao Wuji and the others realized what was happening, they all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Lan Minghua, and greeted him respectfully in unison.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

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Lan Minghua waved his hand dismissively, "What 'Mian'? Just call me Hua Zai."

Your Majesty, that title is not worthy of him.

Upon hearing this, Flanders finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just thinking back on what he had just done filled him with immense regret.

When Tang Hao attacked Lan Minghua, he fled the scene.

He couldn't believe that Lan Minghua's abilities went unnoticed, and that he had simply missed a chance to climb the social ladder.

However, Flander quickly came up with a substitute, and with a somewhat stiff tone, he mustered up the courage to ask.

"Wah...Wah, what exactly did you come to Shrek Academy for?"

"Of course I'm taking on apprentices! Didn't I tell you already? It's so boring outside!" Lan Minghua said calmly.

Flander felt his opportunity had arrived and immediately began promoting Dai Mubai and others.

"Wah Jae, what do you think of Mu Bai and Hong Jun? They're both geniuses who are no less than Oscar. How about we take them on as apprentices?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's faces immediately fell, looking as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.

They just mocked the Oscars not long ago, but now they're asking Lan Minghua to be their apprentice. Aren't they going to become Oscar's junior apprentices?

However, the two quickly realized what was happening and looked on with anticipation.

Being a junior is fine, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages anyway.

Since the titled Douluo is their master, who would dare not give them face when they go out to make their way in the world? They would immediately kneel down and become their disciples.

Lan Minghua gave them both a disdainful look and refused them outright: "Forget about them. We have no master-disciple relationship. They should find someone else."

Although it was phrased tactfully, it clearly indicated a refusal.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun froze in mid-air.

Now I'm caught between kneeling and not kneeling; my face feels like it's on fire.

They are indeed geniuses, with system talent scores all above 80.

But Lan Minghua said long ago that he considers three points when accepting disciples.

First comes intuition, second in character, and third in talent.

No matter how talented someone is, if he senses something is wrong or their character is flawed, he won't accept them as a disciple.

Lan Minghua ignored Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, whose faces were as black as the bottom of a pot, assuming they wouldn't dare say anything.

Then, pointing at Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, she said softly, "You two, take the arms and legs on the ground and come with me."

Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, each holding the right arm and left leg respectively, followed behind Lan Minghua and left.

Only after Lan Minghua's figure was out of sight did Ma Hongjun begin his indignant slander.

"Tch, if you don't want to take me on, then don't. It's not like anyone wants to be your apprentice!"

Flander's expression changed drastically, and he quickly stepped in front of Ma Hongjun.

However, a slipper swept past him even faster and struck Ma Hongjun squarely in the face.

Ma Hongjun's face was contorted, and as he flew backward, blood gushed from his mouth through his teeth.

He crashed into the collapsed house and lost consciousness completely.

Then, Lan Minghua's voice drifted over.

"Tell that if there's a next time, his mouth will be sewn shut."

(End of this chapter)