Huo Feng wore a smile, speaking as if it were nothing.
But Yu Xiaogang simply could not fucking accept it!
If everything Huo Feng said was true, then not only had Tang San failed to bring him honor—he had utterly disgraced him instead.
How was he supposed to tell others in the future that Tang San was his disciple?
But on second thought, perhaps he had always set his expectations for Tang San far too high.
Take Huo Feng, standing before him now. At thirteen, he had already broken through level thirty and reached the rank of Soul Elder.
Even across the entire Douluo Continent, such talent was exceedingly rare.
Calling him a genius was not an exaggeration in the slightest.
Because he had failed to take Huo Feng as his disciple back at Notting Academy, Yu Xiaogang had always been hung up on the matter.
Afterward, he had placed his hopes on Tang San, hoping the latter could defeat Huo Feng and bring him some pride.
Yet things had never gone as he wished.
"Perhaps I put too much pressure on Tang San."
The thought suddenly surfaced in Yu Xiaogang's mind.
According to the invincible theory he had researched, people under great pressure could produce entirely different results.
Some might turn pressure into motivation, causing their cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.
Others, however, might be unable to perform even at their normal cultivation level under immense pressure.
In his view, Tang San clearly belonged to the latter category.
Watching Yu Xiaogang's expression gradually return to normal, Huo Feng could never have imagined that in just one or two short minutes, Yu Xiaogang had already found excuses for Tang San being beaten so badly time and again.
That theory really was invincible enough.
At that moment, Flender slowly