Douluo's Angel and Knight

Chapter 400 Not enough time

What's your general mood?

It is roughly a strange calmness, and the anger that is about to burst out from the heart!

Tang San was in this state now. Judging from his face, he probably didn't have any special emotions.

But from the slight trembling on his body, it could be seen that his heart was probably not very peaceful.

"Who is your father?!"

As for the enemy who killed my father, I only knew it was Camelot or Wuhundian who did it before. Now that I can identify who it is, I should know his name.

It's not like the kind of relationship between father and son who are strangers. He will still take revenge if he can.

Not to mention the deep "father-son relationship" between him and Tang Hao, Tang Hao's death had a huge impact on his growth.

If the indomitable Haotian Douluo was still there, would Ning Fengzhi dare to yell at him?!

If Tang Hao was still there, would Wuhun Palace dare to treat Tang San like dispensable garbage?!

Whether it was out of the relationship between father and son, or out of his own experiences, he couldn't ignore his father's murderer and his enemy!

"you guess?"

Yang Ning did not continue speaking. As soon as the spear was turned, the tentacles had to be separated from the gun barrel.

"If I kill you, my father won't be able to hide anymore!"

It doesn't matter to Tang San, it's the same as collecting part of the interest first!

You kill my father, I kill your son, it is reasonable.

"Oh, you can give it a try?"

Yang Ning sneered, danced his spear, and came with a fierce attack, without any nonsense at all.

Tang San's eyes narrowed, and a trident quickly appeared in his hand, facing Yang Ning.

"boom--"

The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded in my ears, and the two weapons collided fiercely!

Tang San felt severe pain in his arms, and he was knocked back several meters by Yang Ning.

Yang Ning didn’t move at all!

A sarcastic curve appeared at the corner of Yang Ning's mouth: "Do you want me to give in to you? Otherwise, looking at your useless condition, it will be impossible for you to avenge Tang Hao in your next life."

After saying that, the spear in Yang Ning's hand disappeared and he looked around.

"Snapped!"

A wooden stick appeared in Yang Ning's hand. The curved stick body and the branches on it were full of irony.

——Just broke it from the tree next to it.

"I hope you won't regret it before you die!" With such contempt, Tang San's eyes became even colder.

"Don't think I'm insulting you, I'm a paladin."

While pointing the wooden stick in his hand at Tang San, the spirit ring behind Yang Ning's head had already appeared.

Tang San's eyes darkened.

The opponent is a paladin, but he is just a traditional soul master. The battle armor that he relied on in this competition has also disappeared.

The other party really wasn't insulting him.

But an unknown anger suddenly surged in his heart. Anger that clearly should not have arisen rose from the bottom of his heart.

This anger overshadows the anger of facing the son of the enemy who killed his father. It is the anger of being despised and looked down upon!

This anger is so strong and so inexplicable!

But Tang San didn't refuse, didn't suppress, he chose to comply with this anger.

The ghostly shadow moved under its feet, and the trident thrust out first!

Yang Ning also sprinted towards Tang San with a wooden stick in hand, his speed was so fast that he almost turned into a phantom.

It was obvious that he took action later, but the last move came first.

Tang San's pupils suddenly dilated, and the stick, which was no threat in anyone's hands, seemed to turn into a poisonous snake.

The trident that had been thrust out suddenly changed direction and blocked the long stick that the opponent was attacking.

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was even greater anger!

"Yang Wudi, your clan leader who is said to be one of the top three soul masters in terms of attack power, could only succumb to me in his previous life. Who do you think you are?"

Yang Ning didn't know what Tang San was thinking, and didn't want to give him a chance to breathe. He swung the wooden stick in a typical sweep of thousands of troops!

This was a move that anyone holding a long stick-like object could perform, but it was faster, more accurate, more ruthless, and more powerful than Tang San imagined!

Tang San had no choice but to wave his trident again to resist.

"Clang!" There was a loud sound, and Tang San and his trident were blown away.

"Pa~"

There was another sound of trees being broken.

Yang Ning looked at the wooden stick that had just been broken off in his hand, and the other wooden stick with only the tail left, and then looked at Tang San who was on guard, feeling a little helpless.

It's not that he doesn't want to chase, the wooden stick is just a wooden stick after all, and the fact that it can collide with the martial spirit to that extent is due to his superb skills.

Indeed, I have heard from titled experts that when you reach a certain level, even a paper weapon in your hand can be used as a magical weapon.

But it's obvious that he hasn't reached that stage yet.

"I would like to advise you, I have been using guns since I was a child, and my family is full of people who use guns.

"You should just return those disgusting tentacles of yours."

Although there was no pursuit, it did not prevent the victory from being decided.

Perhaps there is a bonus to physical fitness due to the soul ring exceeding the limit, but if a wooden stick beats a high-level martial soul like that, no one can open their eyes and say that the winner is still undecided.

Tang San calmed down the energy and blood that had fluctuated due to Yang Ning's attack, but his two tentacles still held the trident firmly.

Of course he understood the meaning of Yang Ning's words.

——I have been playing with guns for more than ten years, and you just pull out a fork and want to fight me?

However, if you ask me to change, I will change. Doesn’t that make me lose face?

Seeing this, a trace of ridicule appeared in Yang Ning's eyes.

Do you really think that this is the track of destiny, where just half a month of practice can rival or even surpass other people's ten years of eating skills?

Yang Ning admitted that there are geniuses in this world, and there are those who can compete with others who have practiced for more than ten years after practicing for a period of time.

But that will only be one aspect, only a certain ability, and it cannot be all aspects.

But what about the trajectory of fate? Tang San seemed to be a perfect man, with a full body of skills.

I have reached the full level of various concealed weapon making skills, so it is normal for me to learn the blacksmith skills to the level of a master craftsman.

Are all martial arts moves equally genius? This can only be considered a genius stage.

His tactical arrangements are still unmatched by anyone. His theory of soul masters and knowledge of soul beasts are also at full level? He can be regarded as a peerless genius.

Then after studying at the Courtesan Academy for one year, you will have the aristocratic temperament? Then you will know everything about astronomy and geography? If you have fun in the Soul Master Competition, you will have the upper class temperament?

Finally, do you need wisdom that no one can match?

Moreover, those who complete all the above-mentioned studies will eventually become gods only in their twenties.

If an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years has learned all the above-mentioned things, it is normal, after all, time is there.

But in your twenties? You still have to fight for revenge and study at the same time?

Really, obscenity is not that obscene.

Not to mention whether you have the brain or not, there is not enough time.

What's more, Tang San doesn't even have a brain.

If the trajectory of fate is a storybook, then the author's brain must be as underdeveloped as Tang San's and he must have extremely low self-esteem.

Fortunately, this is not the path of fate.

(End of chapter)