Chapter 101: Tang San Is Starved for Fatherly Love
"Defense is done. Now it's Speed's turn."
Qian Renxue stepped back onto the arena, her breathing still steady. Of her five soul rings, her fourth had cooled down, while the second was still on cooldown. Even after defeating two Soul Saints in a row, she had only used up about 30% of her soul power.
Among the soul masters present—excluding those from the Clear Sky Sect—many of the younger generation had shifted from being wary of Qian Renxue to full-blown admiration. Their eyes sparkled with awe.
People naturally revere the strong, and soul masters even more so. For a Soul King to calmly defeat two Soul Saints? It was something unheard of—something only Qian Renxue had done, and with ease.
And then there was her beauty—peerless and radiant. If this weren't a formal setting, many would've been secretly calling her "goddess" already.
Perhaps the only one in the soul master world who could rival her in beauty was Ning Rongrong, who would one day become Bibi Dong.
Xiao Wu, once her appearance was shaped by divine transformation, might even surpass them both.
Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared in the crowd, and before anyone could react, an elder with white hair and youthful features landed lightly on the stage—without raising a speck of dust.
He was Bai Yuan of the Speed Clan, level 77 Soul Saint.
His martial soul was the Sharp-Tailed Swift. Though weaker in raw power than the Mighty Gorilla or the Armored Rhino, in terms of speed, Qian Xunji would give it a perfect ten. Even without spirit possession, the Speed Clan were insanely fast. With spirit possession, their speed multiplied.
Their leader Bai He was so fast that even Ghost Douluo might lose in a straight-line sprint.
But the downside was that Bai Yuan, despite being a high-level Soul Saint, only had attack power comparable to a Soul King. Even against tool-type soul masters, he struggled to pierce soul power barriers, let alone injure Qian Renxue. He was a glass cannon—fast but fragile.
Bai He's instructions were simple: use extreme speed to toss Qian Renxue off the arena—just like she had done to Taijian. At worst, take her down with him.
Bai Yuan let out a sharp cry, hair flying as his martial soul erupted. Two yellow, three purple, and two black rings floated around him.
His legs merged, forming aerodynamic limbs. His arms transformed into wings. With a shimmer from his third soul ring, he soared, instantly dive-bombing toward Qian Renxue.
So fast that even some Soul Douluos failed to react.
Qian Xunji raised a brow. This martial soul is flawed. Why does it require a soul skill just to fly?
Qian Renxue didn't react in time either—but the moment Bai Yuan activated his spirit possession, she expanded her Angel Domain. A golden energy field enveloped the arena.
Inside the domain, Bai Yuan immediately felt divine energy suppressing him. His speed dropped by 50%, and it felt like he was tethered to a central point—like a trapped animal.
That's the power of the Angel Domain. It limited movement, creating stationary targets—why many angel users leaned into brute force tactics.
People were lazy. With a fixed target, who'd bother strategizing? Especially in a world like Douluo Continent.
After identifying his movement trajectory, Qian Renxue launched a golden punch.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
Bai Yuan shrank to half his original size, gaining a massive speed boost that canceled out the Angel Domain's effects. He dodged the punch, grabbed Qian Renxue's wrist, and spun to throw her from the arena.
But she only flew five meters before stopping mid-air.
The Speed Clan's strength was just too low. The Angel Domain weakened it further. Their acceleration-focused skills didn't help.
"So fast… I couldn't react. Time for this move."
"Third Soul Skill—Angel's Blessing."
Her third ring lit up. A phantom six-winged angel appeared, cloaking her in protective wings.
At the same time, using her split-thought control, her fifth ring activated. The Holy Sword materialized in her hand—and she hurled it at Bai Yuan.
He tried to dodge, but the sword exploded mid-air into a massive wave of golden flames, striking everything in its radius.
It was an area attack. Bai Yuan, low in defense and health, coughed up blood and was thrown back.
Qian Renxue dashed in. As she approached, she dispelled Angel's Blessing and smashed her pink fist into his face. He coughed up more blood—two teeth flew from his mouth.
The Clear Sky Sect crowd looked miserable. Three defeats in a row. One Soul King had taken down three of their Soul Saints—all from their most prestigious affiliated clans.
The Four Single-Attribute Clans were the Clear Sky Sect's pride—essentially their top lackeys.
Tang San frowned deeply. When did Qian Renxue become such a strategist? Isn't she supposed to be a head-on brawler? Is this Qian Xunji's influence? What did that bastard go through before reincarnating?
Suddenly, he noticed people moving away from him. A nauseating stench filled the air—his eyes stung. Even Ning Rongrong stepped back.
Covering his nose, Tang San turned—and saw a towering, unkempt man. Mid-fifties, missing an arm and a leg. Dressed in a filthy Clear Sky Sect robe, his bronze skin greasy and yellowed, his hair a bird's nest, face covered in a beard long left unattended.
"…Dad."
Tang San dropped his hand, looking at the disheveled man who was none other than Tang Hao—drunk and broken for over four years.
Hearing his voice, Tang Hao's eyes flickered. He gave Tang San a brief nod.
That single nod nearly brought Tang San to tears.
For over three years, Tang Hao had been a ghost. Sleeping all day, drinking all night. Even when Tang San went to see him, he'd ignore his son, clutching his wine jug.
Can anyone imagine what it's like to grow up like this? Three years of bullying, a childhood shrouded in darkness—Tang San had been starved for a father's love.
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