Chapter 77: Tang San's Killing Intent
"Ughhhhhh !!" Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun had barely arrived when they were hit directly by Tang San's fart, instantly feeling like their very souls had been tainted. The overwhelming stench flooded their senses, making their stomachs churn uncontrollably. Within seconds, all they could do was vomit violently, completely losing the ability to fight.
Of course, Zhao Wuji was an experienced veteran. Though the stench made him incredibly uncomfortable, his deep soul power reserves allowed him to suppress the feeling temporarily. But the other three weren't so lucky they were practically throwing up their guts, their bodies convulsing as if they were about to vomit out their very souls.
Tang San, still bare bottomed, stared at the four struggling men. As he processed the fact that they had all witnessed his ultimate humiliation, a cold killing intent surged within him.
This level of embarrassment was unacceptable.
Tang San prided himself on his dignity, his prestige, his unblemished honor. Now, four people had seen him in the most disgraceful moment of his life. No matter how he thought about it whether emotionally or logically the only solution was to kill them all and bury this secret forever.
However, Zhao Wuji was no fool. His instincts honed from years of experience immediately sensed the murderous aura coming from Tang San. His heart trembled.
If it were any other student who dared to show killing intent toward him, Zhao Wuji wouldn't hesitate he'd crush the little brat on the spot. But Tang San… he absolutely couldn't touch.
Because his father was none other than Tang Hao a ruthless, tyrannical, and completely unreasonable Titled Douluo.
If Tang San were to die here, regardless of how well Zhao Wuji covered it up, Tang Hao would still take revenge. That madman cared nothing for logic he'd just slaughter everyone in Shrek Academy out of pure rage.
For Zhao Wuji, Tang San was untouchable.
That left him with only one option to play dumb and pretend nothing had happened.
"Cough, cough !!"
Zhao Wuji cleared his throat and casually waved his hand, releasing a powerful gust of soul power that dispersed the toxic yellow green gas around them.
Then, as if he had seen nothing, he deliberately avoided looking at Tang San's bare butt, instead scanning the area with a confused expression.
"Huh? Weird… where did all this fog come from?"
Acting as if he didn't see a thing, Zhao Wuji bent down and picked up Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, who were still throwing up, slinging them over his shoulders. Without another word, he turned and left.
Tang San immediately understood the message Zhao Wuji was giving him an out.
His killing intent subsided slightly, but he still hesitated. Could he really let them go?
After all, if they told anyone, his reputation would be permanently ruined.
But then he considered Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang… and Flender… and the fact that he had spent these past weeks bonding with his fellow students.
In the end, Tang San sighed and suppressed his murderous thoughts.
"Fine."
He forced himself to calm down. But his face still twitched uncontrollably he had never expected his torso soul bone ability to be this ridiculous.
Just like his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, this ability was a complete joke.
Still there was no changing it now. He had already fused with the soul bone. What else could he do?
"…I just won't use it," Tang San muttered bitterly.
Forcing himself to move on, Tang San quickly cleaned himself up, using water to wash away the filth, then changed into a fresh set of clothes.
As for his blasted, ruined pants? He burned them. Erased all evidence.
After finishing, he looked at his reflection in the water
Once again, he was the graceful, noble, and untouchable Tang San.
Meanwhile, at a distance
Zhao Wuji put down Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, glancing at their pale, nauseated faces.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
Judging by their expressions, it wasn't just a bad smell Tang San's fart was probably poisonous too.
"Oscar, make your detoxifying sausage," Zhao Wuji ordered.
Hearing this, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up.
"Right! Oscar has detox sausages!"
Still retching, Oscar shakily lifted his trembling hands and chanted his incantation
"U Ugh… I I have a big sausage!"
"U Ugh… I I have a small sausage!"
Despite still vomiting, Oscar managed to summon two sausages.
Zhao Wuji snatched them immediately and ate them in one bite.
He wasn't immune to the stench either he had simply used his soul power to suppress the nausea.
Afterward, Oscar made six more sausages, handing them out to Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and himself.
Finally, after consuming the healing and detoxifying sausages, the group began to recover.
"…Holy shit," Ma Hongjun gasped, his face still pale. "What the hell was that?! That fart almost killed me!"
The others nodded in total agreement.
"I can't believe he looks so dignified… yet he…" Oscar trailed off, his view of Tang San permanently shattered.
Whatever noble aura the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline had given Tang San… was completely gone.
"Listen up, you three!" Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly turned serious.
His tone commanded absolute attention.
"What happened today… you will take to your graves."
"You will NEVER speak of this."
"You will NEVER bring it up in front of Tang San."
"You will act as if it NEVER HAPPENED."
"Do you understand?"
The three blinked in confusion.
"Zhao laoshi, are you just worried about his feelings? Don't worry, we won't embarrass him…" Dai Mubai said dismissively.
"Yeah, yeah," Oscar and Ma Hongjun nodded, half heartedly agreeing.
But Zhao Wuji's face darkened.
"…You idiots. Do you think I'm joking?"
He narrowed his eyes, his tone filled with warning.
"Listen to me carefully."
"I felt it."
"The moment he realized we saw him… Tang San wanted to kill us."
The three froze.
"He he wanted to kill us?!" Oscar stammered, eyes widening in shock.
"Yes." Zhao Wuji's voice was low.
"For some people, their dignity is more important than life itself."
"And Tang San's father… is someone Shrek Academy cannot afford to offend."
"If you value your lives you will keep your mouths shut."
A heavy silence fell.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun nodded seriously this time.
"…Alright. We'll pretend this never happened."
Zhao Wuji nodded in approval.
"Good. Remember it. NEVER. Happened."
With that settled, they finally began making their way out of the forest.
Some time later, a familiar voice called out
"Zhao laoshi! Boss Dai! Xiao Ao! Fatty!"
Tang San, now clean and dressed, ran toward them with a smile, as if nothing had ever happened.
And just as they had planned, the four men immediately played along.
"Lan Wu! Thank goodness you're okay!"
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun rushed forward, their expressions completely natural.
Zhao Wuji smirked and clapped his hands.
"Alright, boys! Now that we're all fine, let's get the hell out of this place!"
"Finally! We're going home!"
The group cheered, their camaraderie completely intact.
Because at the end of the day men could be just as good at acting as women.
(End of Chapter)
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