Douluo: Infinite Lottery System

At the same time, Xiao Tianyang, who had returned home and finished washing up, sat on the bed with a thoughtful look on his face.

Naturally, what he was thinking about wasn't how to defeat Tang San.

There was no need to think about it. As long as he took things seriously when the time came, the other party would basically have no chance of winning.

What he was thinking about was something else entirely—a mission that had unexpectedly arisen after Tang San nodded and agreed to the fight.

The host triggers a side mission, [Defeat Tang San].

Objective: Defeat Tang San!

Task reward: Lottery value x5!

First, Xiao Tianyang asked the system why the rewards were so small.

The answer was that there was a clear strength gap between the two, so the reward had been reduced.

What were the conditions for generating another task?

The system didn't answer this question and remained as quiet as a stagnant pool of water.

So this is what he was thinking about now.

The first mission was triggered when I thought about getting in touch with Tang San. He is the protagonist, and it might be beneficial for me after establishing contact with him. So, the system reminded me and rewarded me along the way, which could be seen as a disguised inducement.

The trigger for the second mission is still Tang San, but to defeat the opponent, he only has 5 draw points.

"Then, if you calculate it like this..."

Xiao Tianyang's eyes gradually brightened. Although it was just a guess, he already had a rough idea in mind.

If his expectations were correct, in a few days, Su Yuntao would come to the Spirit Hall branch and then to the holy spirit village, and there should be tasks to complete.

With this thought in his heart, Xiao Tianyang grew even more eager to know the answer. If his guess was confirmed, there would be more ways to obtain lottery values in the future.

Once the problem was solved, Xiao Tianyang fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Xiao Tianyang got up and washed up. Before dawn, he walked out of the house. After some exercise, he started running toward the hill.

However, Xiao Tianyang felt he had arrived early enough, but when he reached the mountainside, he realized that Tang San had already been doing warm-up exercises there. At the same time, his face was full of excitement, as if he had already defeated Xiao Tianyang.

"Brother Tianyang, you're here." Tang San's voice sounded very happy.

'I can see you're happy.'

Xiao Tianyang glanced at the ointment prepared beside him and couldn't help but say, "Did you prepare this?"

"That's right." Tang San said with a smile.

"Very good. You're thinking ahead. That deserves praise," Xiao Tianyang also smiled.

Tang San: '...'

He couldn't accept this, nor can he bring himself to say that this medicine was actually prepared for you.

Although he had said this before, at that moment, Tang San felt a little guilty when he looked at Xiao Tianyang's expression.

Xiao Tianyang's smile remained. "Come, Let's fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San took the lead and attacked. He touched the ground with his toes and swept forward at high speed, aiming a punch directly at Xiao Tianyang's left cheek.

"Hitting someone doesn't mean hitting them in the face. Didn't I say this?" Xiao Tianyang had an embarrassed look on his face, but he quickly raised his hands to parry.

While blocking Tang San's punch, the latter raised his leg and kicked sideways toward his waist.

But how could Xiao Tianyang, who knew everything, fall into this trap?

His back arched, his body leaned back, and his toes brushed against his abdomen. The strong wind caused by the kick made his trousers loosen, almost causing them to fall off.

Xiao Tianyang hurriedly waved his hand and pushed Tang San away. At the same time, he stepped back, pulling up his trousers, his face darkening as he spoke, "That's a bad move. Who taught you this?"

Tang San's personal discipline was to remain silent during battle. As he retreated, he quickly slid forward, ran to the side, relieved his strength, and then continued to move toward Xiao Tianyang.

With continuous attacks and parries, the two fought in a disciplined manner. It could be said that if there were an adult nearby, they would definitely be very surprised.

Does this still look like a fight between two five- or six-year-old kids?

At the same time, Tang San was disheartened because, if the fight continued like this, in terms of endurance alone, he would definitely lose.

I originally thought I could have a slight advantage in terms of skill, but I didn't expect the fight to last this long. Except for that one time when Xiao Tianyang almost dropped his pants, he basically never gave me a chance. As for the competition of strength... forget it. I don't want to lose that badly.

The two separated, and Tang San couldn't help but kneel on one knee, holding his right hand, breathing slightly. "Brother Tianyang, get ready, I'm going to throw hidden weapons next."

In a situation like this, of course, it would be better to surprise him.

But the two weren't really fighting; they were just sparring. If Xiao Tianyang were truly hurt, Tang San would feel guilty.

"Come on, I always stay prepared." Xiao Tianyang showed a bit of interest.

The Tang Sect's hidden weapons were famous, but their form was a mystery. Xiao Tianyang had long wanted to see them.

As for the original invitation, it wasn't that he didn't want to learn, but he knew that Tang San couldn't possibly give him the true essence of it.

But it didn't matter. After all, he hadn't joined the Tang Sect, so Tang San abiding by the rules was something Xiao Tianyang expected.

So when he refused, it didn't mean he wasn't interested; he just felt it would be of little help to him personally.

Tang San's hand slightly raised, and then three sharp sounds of something cutting through the air echoed.

Xiao Tianyang could see with his naked eyes three pebbles flying toward him in the shape of a 'pin,' all at the same speed. One was heading toward his chest, while the other two were targeting his retreat.

In just a moment, Xiao Tianyang understood that he couldn't hide, but did he even need to hide?

There was absolutely no need for that. The Nine Suns Divine Art had amazing defensive power.

It provided a body-protecting aura without needing to activate it. So from the beginning, Xiao Tianyang had no intention of hiding. His real ability was to take it head-on.

There was a muffled sound, and a stone landed on Xiao Tianyang's chest.

When Tang San saw this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, thinking 'It's not so easy to dodge the Tang Sect's hidden weapons, but if it hit Brother Tianyang head-on, he would be seriously injured…'

Before he could finish that sentence, Tang San's smile gradually stiffened.

He saw Xiao Tianyang adjusting his clothes and looking up at him, "Is that all?"

"You… how come nothing happened to you?' Tang San asked, a little in disbelief.

Although the opponent's physique was strong, this seemed too exaggerated, right?

His strike just now should have been enough to knock down a cow, but Xiao Tianyang hadn't even flinched.

Could it be that he lacks stamina?

But that didn't seem right.

Shaking his head, Tang San raised his hand, his eyes flashing. Standing up, he fired with both hands, as fast as lightning. The stones flew out like bullets, finally landing on Xiao Tianyang.

It could be said that, except for deliberately avoiding a few vital points, Tang San hit almost wherever it would hurt. But five seconds passed, then ten, half a minute, and Xiao Tianyang still looked the same. No, midway through, he even yawned…

And the panting Tang San was leaning on the exercise equipment, his small face a little pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Little San'er, I forgot to tell you, my soul power is a bit strange. So, I'm sorry, but this time again, you have to lose."

Xiao Tianyang smiled and stepped forward. When Tang San saw him walking towards him, his hands trembled, and for the first time, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Of course, it wasn't the kind of fear directed at an enemy, but the pressure coming from the elder brother's presence.