Douluo : I steal tang san's luck

"Ma Hongjun, you should already know this, right?"

Tang Lan's sudden question startled Ma Hongjun.

"Know what?"

Tang Lan let out a cold chuckle and exposed him without mercy.

"Your 'evil fire' has side effects, sure, but it also keeps you in a constant state of high energy."

"If you actually trained hard, you could burn off that excess energy and minimize its negative effects."

"If you had done that, you'd be far stronger than other people your age by now."

"But instead, you chose the easiest way out—eating and chasing women."

"Must be nice, huh?"

Ma Hongjun was completely dumbfounded!

How did Tang Lan figure all that out in just a few seconds?!

Flender's face darkened with anger!

He had been tricked!

Without Nine Yang Divine Art, he couldn't perceive the true nature of the strange energy within Ma Hongjun.

Plus, Ma Hongjun had deliberately misled him, which led to a misjudgment.

But Ma Hongjun himself had to know the truth!

"Ma Hongjun!" Flender roared in fury. "Is this what I taught you?! You even dared to deceive your own teacher?!"

"SMACK—"

Ma Hongjun immediately dropped to his knees before Flender.

"Master! I was wrong!"

"But training to burn it off is too exhausting!"

"I secretly tried before—it's way too hard! It's not something a normal person can endure!"

His voice was full of regret, his eyes teary, his emotions genuine.

For a moment, Flender's heart softened.

After all, Ma Hongjun was just a kid—it was normal to be a little lazy...

But then, he glanced at Tang Lan.

And that moment of sympathy vanished.

Tang Lan's monstrous talent—how much suffering had he endured to achieve it?

If others could endure hardship, why couldn't Ma Hongjun?!

"From now on, you are forbidden from going to those places!" Flender declared ruthlessly. "Your training load will be doubled! If you can't complete it, don't even think about eating!"

"AHHH—!"

Ma Hongjun howled in despair!

Wasn't this basically a death sentence?!

He tried to beg Flender for mercy, but Flender kicked him away without hesitation.

"You can choose to ignore me."

"But if you do, then from this moment on—

"—you are no longer my disciple!"

The weight of those words hit Ma Hongjun hard.

He immediately realized—there was no room for negotiation.

"Understood, Master! I'll try my best—"

"Hmm?"

"No! I will strictly follow your orders!" Ma Hongjun quickly corrected himself.

"Get out of here!"

Ma Hongjun grimaced as he turned and sprinted away.

Eighty laps!

If he didn't speed up,

Forget dinner—he wouldn't even make it for a midnight snack!

"Sigh…"

Flender let out a deep sigh.

"Hongjun was abandoned by his father at a young age."

"After I took him in, I gave him extra care."

"I never expected that would make him this lazy and slippery…"

Tang Lan remained silent.

Ma Hongjun's flawed personality was definitely influenced by his upbringing.

"Headmaster, if there's nothing else, I'll go run now?"

"Go ahead."

Then Tang Lan suddenly added—

"By the way, Headmaster."

"Simple running doesn't have much value. Wouldn't it be better to have Teacher Zhao activate Gravity Enhancement, so we can run under pressure and improve across the board?"

Flender looked at Tang Lan in surprise.

Zhao Wuji's Gravity Enhancement wasn't just a weight increase.

It affected not just muscles, but bones, organs, and even meridians.

It didn't just tire people out—it was agonizing over time.

After all—

Who could withstand having iron weights attached to their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys for an extended period?

But Tang Lan had experienced this soul skill yesterday.

And yet, he still dared to suggest it himself…

"Alright, let's try it." Flender nodded.

He called back the students who were running.

But—

Ning Rongrong was missing.

Flender's face turned ugly as he looked directly at Dai Mubai.

"Where's Ning Rongrong?"

"She left halfway, said she was tired and went to take a bath." Dai Mubai bluntly exposed her.

Flender was fuming.

"Dai Mubai, go bring her back!"

"Yes, Headmaster!"

Dai Mubai quickly ran off.

Flender, still fuming, explained Tang Lan's training suggestion to the others.

Oscar and the others immediately turned to Tang Lan with resentful eyes—

Damn you!

Why did you have to remind the teachers to add more training?!

"What's with you guys?" Xiao Wu said, annoyed. "My brother is doing this for your own good! He's not trying to make things harder for you!"

"N-No, we don't mean anything by it!" Ma Hongjun quickly explained. "It's just that… it's just…"

Tang Lan waved his hand, unconcerned.

In time, they would come to realize—

Having a 'gravity room' for body training was actually a blessing.

"Teacher Zhao, let's begin."

Zhao Wuji didn't waste words.

He immediately activated his spirit rings and unleashed his ability.

Because of his "image issues," he wore a hooded robe, keeping his face hidden inside the hood.

The sudden activation—

Caught everyone off guard.

Aside from Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who were quick enough to grab onto Tang Lan, stabilizing themselves—

Everyone else collapsed straight to the ground.

"Whoa! Teacher Zhao! Why are you ambushing us?!" Oscar exaggerated. "And what's with the robe in broad daylight?!"

In response—

The gravity intensified.

"Seems like the gravity isn't high enough if you still have the energy to ask these questions." Zhao Wuji said calmly.

This time, Oscar became the target of resentful glares.

—Why the hell did you have to run your mouth?!

Unlike Tang Lan, Ma Hongjun had no problem yelling at Oscar.

"Big Sausage Uncle, please just shut up!"

Oscar looked aggrieved.

What's with Zhao Wuji today?

Did he eat gunpowder or something?!

"Alright, stop lying on the ground." Flender scolded. "Look at Xiao Lan—he's already jogging, and he's even dragging three people with him!"

Oscar struggled to lift his head.

Sure enough—

He saw Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing each holding onto a Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor vine, being pulled along by Tang Lan as he jogged.

Behind them, Tang San followed, moving forward one solid step at a time.

Damn!

How the hell is his body this strong?!

We're all men—how can I lose to him?!

Oscar gritted his teeth, forced himself up, his legs trembling, and dragged himself forward step by step.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun had no choice but to force himself up as well, joining the back of the group.

This left Flender dissatisfied.

Ma Hongjun was a Battle Spirit Master!

How could Oscar, a Support Spirit Master, have a stronger physique than him?!

Flender's gaze fell on Tang Lan.

Especially on his wrist guards, belt, and shoes, pausing for a moment.

It seemed Ma Hongjun's willpower really needed some serious training.

Half an hour later—

Dai Mubai returned with an ugly expression, dragging Ning Rongrong, whose hands were tied with rope.

Clearly, there had been a lot of drama.

"FLENDER!"

The moment she arrived, Ning Rongrong exploded in anger.

"You're just a lowly Rank 70 Spirit Saint, and you dare have me tied up?!"

Her arrogant and domineering attitude drew everyone's attention.

Even Tang Lan looked over.

It seemed that last night's lesson had made Ning Rongrong acknowledge reality—

But her spoiled personality was deeply ingrained.

When emotions ran high, she still couldn't hold back her princess tantrums.

This was going to be fun.

Flender's expression darkened.

He waved for Dai Mubai to rejoin the training.

Then, he patted his chest, feeling the "imperial edict"—Ning Fengzhi's letter.

His confidence soared.

There's no way I can't discipline this brat!

📢 (End of Chapter 32)