I Have Seen No Man of Unbending Resolve! This Punch Will Make You Kneel and Call Me Daddy!

Yu Fan looked at Xue Qinghe.

She wore incomparably lavish noble clothing, and her little face, as delicate as carved jade and sculpted powder, made her look a bit like a little ladyboy. She was completely different from the Dorm Six students he usually saw.

Those dirt-poor students carried themselves like they had just crawled out of some mountain ditch, to say nothing of Dorm Seven, where every last one of them was a peasant.

It was a beggar next to a cripple.

Neither was any better off than the other.

But her bearing came naturally, as if she had been born noble and elegant, like a sacred, pure angel one could only admire from afar.

"This guy..."

Yu Fan thought it over. She had to be Qian Renxue.

After all, with that head of blond hair, she was hard not to recognize.

Xue Beng's hair was orange, and even Emperor Xue Ye's hair had gone from black to white. Xue Qinghe alone was different, born blond.

Aside from the imperial family of the Star Luo Empire, he had seen only a handful of people described as blond in Douluo, and one of them was the future young master of the Worship Hall.

The Qian Family's perfect heir, Qian Renxue.

Why is he looking at me so strangely? Has he seen through my Angel Crown's disguise?

Xue Qinghe had the illusion that, in Yu Fan's eyes, her disguise had vanished entirely, leaving her standing naked before him.

Yu Long noticed Yu Fan's gaze as well.

He immediately stepped forward and barked.

"Hmph! I'm asking you! What happened here just now? Why won't this ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger attack you? And who killed this ten-thousand-year Light-Winged Mantis?!"

Yu Long had spotted the problems here at a glance.

Moreover, many things defied common sense.

"The moment I arrived, I noticed three problems!"

"First of all, you little brat who looks a bit like a giant, why are you so strange? Never mind how you built all those muscles..."

"Why are you staring my young master up and down with that strange look in your eyes?"

Yu Long eyed Yu Fan sidelong. He couldn't help feeling that the other party was up to no good. That gaze alone was suspicious.

For all the battles he had fought, he couldn't shake the feeling that this strange, seemingly unremarkable Soul Master was giving him an inexplicable sense of pressure...

Yet he couldn't sense Yu Fan's Soul Power. Even if he could, it was below the level of a Soul Grandmaster.

But he couldn't exactly say Soul Power of that degree didn't match the presence the other party gave off.

He could only say they didn't go together at all.

"Uh, actually..."

Before Yu Fan could finish,

Yu Long interrupted him.

"Second, can you explain to me why a weakling like you, whose cultivation hasn't even reached Soul Grandmaster, is in the core region of the Star Dou Great Forest, where danger lurks everywhere?"

"And that shock wave just now—if I sensed it correctly, it was right behind your ass, wasn't it? That was a supersonic shock wave comparable to a Soul Saint's attack!"

"How could you possibly have come through it unharmed?"

He thought his analysis made perfect sense.

"Is there a chance..."

Before Yu Fan could continue,

Yu Long interrupted him again.

"Third, why isn't this ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger attacking you? I say, you rather sturdy-looking little brat, don't you think your act is a bit too fake?"

"Rawr?"

The ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger looked at Yu Long. For a moment, it even forgot to keep eating the Light-Winged Mantis, its jaws falling open in utter shock.

There was actually someone in this world who dared speak to him like that.

As expected of a Titled Douluo.

"Without exaggeration, I've eaten more rice than you've seen salt. If there's no secret behind this, I'll write my title backward from now on."

Then,

Yu Long pointed at the corpse of the ten-thousand-year Light-Winged Mantis on the ground.

"And this Light-Winged Mantis's Soul Ring—if my eyes didn't deceive me just now, you were planning to absorb it, weren't you?"

"A weakling whose cultivation hasn't even reached Soul Grandmaster actually wants to absorb a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

"Either my old eyes were playing tricks on me, or a ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger kicked you in the head!"

Listening to Yu Long's analysis,

even Xue Qinghe thought it made a great deal of sense.

Indeed...

There were too many suspicious things about Yu Fan, never mind how he had blocked that Soul Saint-level shock wave.

Even a Ghost Tiger as old as ten thousand years wouldn't attack him.

And, most importantly...

He actually wanted to absorb a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring?

How did a mere weakling who hadn't even reached Soul Grandmaster dare?!

Xue Qinghe grew wary. Standing behind Yu Long, she quietly activated her Swan Martial Soul. Under the Angel Crown's disguise skill, her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was well hidden.

"Who are you really?!"

Yu Long pointed at Yu Fan.

"..."

That whole series of moves left Yu Fan dumbfounded.

What?

Does this dumbass who plays with a snake lance have something wrong with his brain?

"Look, is there a chance that..."

"Maybe I'm stronger than you two imagine, so strong that even a ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger has no choice but to bow its head and submit to me?"

Yu Fan finished speaking with a look of utter sincerity.

To his surprise,

"You're strong?"

Yu Long pointed at Yu Fan, then clutched his stomach and burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha..."

"You're killing me!"

Still laughing, he turned to Xue Qinghe.

"I've lived fifty-six years, and this is the first time I've heard a Soul Grandmaster say he's so strong that even a Soul Beast like a ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger has to bow its head and submit to him!"

"Young master, did you hear that?"

"He actually just said he was strong!"

Hearing Yu Long's mockery,

Yu Fan's face truly darkened.

Damn it.

These days, does nobody believe the truth anymore?

"Pfft..."

Even Xue Qinghe couldn't help letting out a chuckle.

"Little brother, stop lying for that senior. Tell us which senior was here just now."

She was certain of one thing.

A Titled Douluo powerhouse must have appeared here just now.

After all, a presence even Uncle Yu couldn't sense, and that earthshaking power...

Only a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse could have done it.

"..."

Yu Fan couldn't quite hold himself back.

"I have seen no man of unbending resolve."

"What do you mean?"

Xue Qinghe asked.

Looking at Yu Fan's darkened face, she suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yu Fan said in a quiet tone,

"Translated, it means I've never met anyone who dared mock me to my face."

"Brat, don't say I'm bullying you!"

"How about this?"

Yu Long stood before Yu Fan and folded his arms, striking the pose of a big shot.

"If you can hurt so much as a hair on my head!"

"I'll apologize to you on the spot!"

He smiled arrogantly. "But if you can't, you'll tell us where that senior went!"

Honestly, Yu Fan had never heard such a request before.

Since Snake Lance Douluo was dead set on getting beaten, he didn't need to find an excuse.

"Old bastard, this punch will make you kneel and call me daddy!"

Somehow, Yu Fan was better off keeping his mouth shut.

Whenever he opened it, his words were a killing blow.

Being called an old bastard sent Yu Long's anger soaring.

"Bastard! Have I been giving you too much face?"

Before he could make a move, he saw Yu Fan slowly raise his arm.

It was a perfectly ordinary movement, yet it made Yu Long feel an utterly terrifying pressure.

As if, unless he resisted with all his might...

He...

Would die...

Yu Long was a veteran Titled Douluo, though his Soul Power Level was only ninety-one.

But hadn't he fought far more than a hundred battles?

This feeling couldn't possibly be wrong!!

"Oh no, I've kicked an iron plate!"

Yu Long's face changed drastically.