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 his entire arm look indistinguishable from a real dragon's arm.
With just this one claw, without any frills, he met the enormous crimson 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 impact, Lan Minghua's entire body blazed with golden light, displaying the grandeur of a great river flowing upstream.
Tang Hao's crimson 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 powerful grab of his Dragon Claw Hand, he easily pierced the Great Sumeru Hammer with a crack.
In an instant, cracks spread like a spiderweb across the mirror-smooth surface of the Great Sumeru Hammer, centered on the point of impact.
"How could this be? The Great Sumeru Hammer with its 100,000-year soul ring shattered, can't even suppress it!"
Tang Hao, feeling the Great Sumeru Hammer's inability to be suppressed even slightly, stared wide-eyed, utterly horrified.
He was confident that even a Limit Douluo like Qian Daoliu wouldn't dare to take this attack head-on.
However, Lan Minghua, an unknown nobody, actually blocked it.
In fact, not only did he block it, but he also instantly turned the tables.
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.
Now, having destroyed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, his strength might be even higher.
However, facing the peak-strength Lan Minghua, even a god could be killed.
Lan Minghua exerted force in his arm, and the cracks on the Great Sumeru Hammer emitted dazzling golden light.
The Great Sumeru Hammer shattered inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, the huge scarlet dharma image also shattered instantly.
Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer became tattered and broken, as if it could be shattered with a single touch.
His martial soul was damaged, and he himself suffered a backlash.
His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out mouthfuls of blood with a "poof".
At this moment, Tang Hao's eyes were filled with nothing but fear.
His only thought was to escape!
However, Lan Minghua had no intention of letting him go so easily.
Finding his position, he stepped into the void, appearing almost instantly behind Tang Hao.
"Coming and going as you please, do you really think I have no temper?"
Lan Minghua's voice was calm, but to Tang Hao it was like the voice of death.
Without giving him a chance to react, Lan Minghua used his hand as a blade, severing Tang Hao's right arm in a swift motion.
Tang Hao's eyes widened in terror as he watched his right arm disappear, enduring 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, he actually snapped Tang Hao's entire left leg.
However, he used the momentum to desperately escape into the distance.
As for Tang San and Xiao Wu, they were completely ignored.
They were in dire straits themselves, how could they care about others?
Lan Minghua glanced at him but didn't pursue.
There was no need; Tang Hao was already a cripple.
Having lost his right arm and left leg, he had also lost the two high-quality soul bones bestowed upon him by the Clear Sky Sect.
Perhaps not 100,000-year soul bones, but at least 50,000-year soul bones.
In the original story, removing these two soul bones reduced his soul power by a full 20 levels.
Now, after such a heavy blow, he would only become weaker.
Coupled with the damage from the exploding rings, even if Tang Hao survived, he would at most be a Soul Saint, perhaps not even reaching that level.
And even if he survived, he would be a cripple.
For Tang Hao, living a pathetic life was the best punishment. He
had only decided a few years ago to end his pathetic life and rise again, and now he was a cripple.
He could only live a pathetic life.
Lan Minghua, holding Tang Hao's right arm and left leg, fell directly from the sky.
Flander, Zhao Wuji, and the rest of Shrek Academy were stunned. Especially Flander, who knew exactly who the man in black robes was.
Lan Minghua threw one leg and one arm to the ground, concealing his aura, appearing nonchalant as if the events of the past had nothing to do with him.
"Eh, why are you all up? It's my fault for not making a fuss more,"
Lan Minghua said somewhat apologetically, looking at the people around him.
Flander, calming his inner shock, stepped forward respectfully, bowing his head and saying humbly,
"I didn't know it was Your Majesty's arrival. I have offended you greatly these past few days; please forgive me."
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others swallowed hard, their faces filled with shock. "
Your Majesty" was the respectful title given to a Title Douluo by others besides their own title.
They never expected that Lan Minghua, who looked like a vagrant, was actually a Title Douluo.
After realizing what had happened, Zhao Wuji and the others lowered their heads, not daring to look Lan Minghua in the eye, and greeted him respectfully in unison.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!"
Lan Minghua waved his hand dismissively, "Your Majesty? Just call me Hua Zai."
That title didn't suit him at all.
Hearing this, Flander finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But recalling his earlier actions, he felt immense regret.
When Tang Hao attacked Lan Minghua, he had fled.
He couldn't believe Lan Minghua hadn't noticed his strength; he had missed a golden opportunity.
However, Flander quickly thought of a substitute, his tone stiff as he mustered his courage to ask,
"Um... Hua Zai, what exactly brought you to Shrek Academy?"
"Of course, it's to take on disciples! Didn't I tell you already? It's so boring outside!" Lan Minghua remained calm.
Flander saw his chance and immediately tried to promote Dai Mubai and the others.
"Hua Zai, what do you think of Mubai and Hongjun? They're both geniuses, no less than Oscar. Why don't you take them on as disciples too?"
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's faces immediately fell, looking as if they'd eaten shit.
Not long ago they mocked Oscar, but now they're asking Lan Minghua to be their master. Does that mean they're going to become Oscar's junior brothers?
However, the two quickly realized this and their faces lit up with anticipation.
Being junior brothers is fine, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages anyway.
A titled Douluo is their master; who would dare not give them face when they go out to make their way in the world? They immediately wanted to kneel and become his disciples.
Lan Minghua gave them a disdainful look and directly refused: "Forget about them. We have no master-disciple bond. They should find someone else."
Although his words were tactful, they clearly indicated his refusal.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun froze, suspended in mid-air.
Now they were caught between kneeling and not kneeling, their faces burning red.
They were indeed geniuses, with system talent scores above 80.
But Lan Minghua had long ago said that he considered three things when accepting disciples:
intuition first, character second, and talent third.
No matter how talented someone was, if the intuition wasn't right and their character was lacking, he wouldn't accept them as disciples.
Lan Minghua ignored Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's faces, which were as black as the bottom of a pot; he figured they wouldn't dare say anything.
Then, pointing at Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing, he said softly, "You two, take the arm and leg from the ground and come with me."
Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing each took the right arm and left leg, following behind Lan Minghua.
Only after Lan Minghua's figure was out of sight did Ma Hongjun begin to grumble indignantly.
"Tch, if you don't want to take him, 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, striking Ma Hongjun squarely in the face.
Ma Hongjun's face contorted, and as he flew backward, teeth and blood spurted from his mouth.
He crashed into the collapsed house, completely unconscious.
Then, Lan Minghua's voice drifted over.
"Tell the little fatso, if there's a next time, sew his mouth shut."
(End of Chapter)
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