Douluo's Angel and Knight

Chapter 282 Performance

Jinst was floating about half a person's height above the ground. He looked at the five Lanba people rushing towards him. His face was expressionless, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

'That's it, I thought you could do something cruel.'

It was as if he was entangled in Tang San's tentacles in the air. With that speed of attack, he didn't even need to flap his wings to dodge, it would be over as soon as the fire burned.

There are many reasons for not wanting to hide. For example, the real Tang San is different from his destiny. He wants to see if this person has changed and test the information;

For example, I want to give Tang San some hope. After all, the second lady said that the despair after hope is the most desperate;

For another example, it’s boring to keep crushing people, so it’s good to have some fun for yourself.

Of course, no matter how crazy he is, no matter how much he looks down on Lan Ba ​​and the others, he doesn't think he can still be content with one against five.

He is not a paladin now.

He is waiting for the support of his teammates. It's not like in this world, no one else will cooperate except Lan Ba.

The next moment, Tang San, who was lying on the ground, suddenly slid. It was Russell!

Tang San's other tentacle is still in his hand, he just needs to pull it!

At the same time, his other hand began to glow with a thick earthy yellow light.

"Wild punch!"

Tang San lowered his head to look at the fist that was deep in his stomach, and then looked up at Russell, whose eyes were full of cruelty, feeling a little confused.

Didn’t it say you can’t make a killing blow? Didn’t you say it was an exhibition match?

"Don't worry, we will help you treat this injury.

"Furthermore, when did you have the illusion that you control the rhythm of the game? Of course we have the final say whether it is an exhibition match or not!"

As if sensing Tang San's doubts, Russell retracted his fist, and at the same time, that emotionless voice also reached Tang San's ears.

"Remember, the clown only needs to cooperate with the protagonist's performance on the stage, and don't try to compete for the starring position."

The voice that sounded in my ears this time was not Russell's, but a female voice.

Having lost his support and fell to the ground, Tang San tried his best to turn his head and looked at the person who made the sound. He knew who the sound was.

——It’s Seele Fleur.

This girl's always teasing tone is so recognizable.

The other party is now walking towards him, looking down at him with ridicule and disgust in his eyes, followed by Yinying holding a flower in his hand.

Then he turned his head and looked at Jinst, whom he had high hopes for.

"Virtual World Impact!"

A golden void vortex appeared behind the five Lan Ba ​​people, pulling the five people towards one location.

"Wall of Suffocation!" Four wind walls enveloped the five Lan Ba ​​people at the same time, and their faces turned red visibly.

"Shattered Flame Explosion!"

Several flames surged out from the wings of flame behind Kingster, and then quickly floated towards the five Blue Tyrants who were approaching.

Under this series of attacks, the results are self-evident.

After the fire dissipated, the five of them had fallen to the ground like Tang San, with burns all over their bodies.

However, the other five people had already passed out and lost their consciousness, but Tang San was still barely conscious.

"Why?" Tang San looked at the sky blankly, asking this somewhat confusing question.

"Why?" Russell frowned.

"Why did you win so easily? Why was it useless no matter what we did? Why didn't you give us any hope?"

This was even more confusing, so Russell frowned even more.

"Because you are useless, because we are better than you." Russell did not answer, but Xier answered the question with great interest.

"Why don't you even give us a chance when I work so hard?

"Why have I struggled to make a living by making iron since I was a kid, but I still can't compare to you?

"Why did I have no mother since I was a child, and my father ignored me, but you still want to kill me?

"Why do you refuse to give me even a glimmer of honor when I lose my appearance?

"Why do you keep laughing at me when I gave up family ties and love?

"Why do I still have to lose to you guys, a bunch of losers who don't even have names, even though I have a talent that all the gods should pay attention to?

…

It was obvious that this man was unconscious. At first he just muttered to himself, but later he almost yelled.

He didn't mean to ask anyone, he was just venting.

All in all, the meaning is the same, I'm already like that, why don't you let me go?

Everyone in Team Xingyuan looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the flower in Yinying's hand.

——Huan Ye Ming Hua, that’s okay.

"Huan Ye Ming Hua is the most hallucinogenic. In other words, these words are the inner thoughts of this clown?"

"if not?"

The Xingyuan team only had the mentality of watching the clowns, but the noise in the audience had just begun. After all, Tang San's voice just now was not too quiet.

"This man is not very smart, so why should he let him suffer?"

"There are many more miserable people in this world than him. Orphans without fathers and mothers, ordinary people without innate soul power don't cry misery, so what does he cry for?"

"I've been beaten like that, and yet I still have a talent that attracts the attention of the gods? Then wouldn't I already be a god?"

…

It's a pity that Tang San's accusation didn't win any sympathy, only ridicule and surprise.

Everyone has suffering and misfortune, but for Tang San's little trouble, everyone in the spirit fighting field now can pick out dozens of people who are even more unfortunate and miserable than him.

Sufferings that can be described are not sufferings.

In other words, people who constantly talk about how miserable they are are not worthy of sympathy at all.

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin's face turned pale. After all, Tang San was now a disciple of his Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and he was still a disciple with a high status. Not everyone in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect could receive Sword Dou Luo Chenxin's teachings.

In other words, the face Tang San is losing now is the face of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

"Because you are a clown."

After saying these words, Xi'er turned around and walked out of the ring with the Xingyuan team members. There was no need to wait for the referee to announce the winner, anyone with a discerning eye could tell whether it was a win or a loss.

Tang San was left alone to perform on the stage like a clown.

Oh, that's the clown, but with the wound on his stomach, he not only looks like a clown, but also looks like a ghost.

Evil spirits full of malice towards this world.

…

At night, Tang San and Xiao Wu walked lonely on the streets of Tiandou City.

Xiao Wu, who was wearing a mask, looked worriedly at Tang San who was walking in front. Tang San lowered his head, turning a blind eye to the disdainful and astonished looks around him.

It was obvious that he was depressed and sad.

Not only did he commit suicide by blowing himself up in the spirit fighting arena today, but it was also rare that Sword Douluo didn't get angry at him or do anything afterwards.

She didn't even bother to look at him. She was still strict with others, but she was loving to him.

Tang San understood what this meant very well, it meant that Sword Dou Luo Chenxin had completely given up on him.

I really didn’t save the manuscript this time. As for Tang San’s gaffe in the chapter, strictly speaking it’s not Tang San, it’s something Dou San does on a daily basis.

I'm miserable, why do you still treat me like this (乐)

(End of chapter)