Yu Xiaogang Lost All Face, Tang San Was Beaten Brutally

Yu Xiaogang felt utterly humiliated, his dignity completely gone.

He had actually been... been knocked down by a six-year-old child!

Before he could even feel deeply ashamed, humiliated, and wounded in his pride, Aiven viciously kicked Yu Xiaogang in the stomach again.

Bang!

Pfft—

"Urgh!"

That kick severely injured Yu Xiaogang, making him vomit blood. He collapsed on the ground without any strength left to resist, crying out in agony.

Aiven then raised his foot and planted the dirt-covered rubber sole on Yu Xiaogang's face, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Looking down at Yu Xiaogang beneath his foot, his expression icy, he said, "I told you not to come out and make a fool of yourself, but you just wouldn't listen. Well? Lost all your face now, haven't you?"

Yu Xiaogang truly felt like crying.

He had wanted to show off in front of his genius disciple, but now he had thoroughly humiliated himself!

No matter how useless he was or how much the world mocked him, Yu Xiaogang still held some standing on the continent. Most people who saw him would politely call him Master!

Yet now, he was being humiliatingly trampled beneath the foot of a six-year-old child!

Yu Xiaogang felt as though his dignity, self-confidence, and the last trace of pride in his bones had all been utterly crushed.

To lose so much face before his own disciple... Yu Xiaogang was truly on the verge of collapsing into despair.

"Damn it...!" Yu Xiaogang tried to resist, but he could not muster any strength at all.

"Teacher!!"

"Let go of my teacher!!"

Tang San flew into a rage and released Blue Silver Grass, which swept toward Aiven.

"Trash, get out of the way!" Aiven kicked Yu Xiaogang, sending him flying from beneath his foot.

He immediately summoned the Emperor Sword Spirit. With a few casual swings, he effortlessly cut apart all the Blue Silver Grass Tang San had sent at him.

As the Emperor Sword appeared, a yellow soul ring emerged beneath Aiven's feet.

"A... a hundred-year soul ring!"

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's expressions both changed slightly.

Having a hundred-year soul ring as his first ring meant Aiven was definitely no ordinary person. His background might be extraordinary—perhaps he even came from some Soul Master family.

At the very least, there was probably an elder at the Soul Elder level behind him.

For someone like Tang San, who had come from the small city of Notting City, it was quite rare to see a Soul Master with a hundred-year first ring.

After all, other than him and Xiao Wu, not a single student at Notting Junior Academy possessed a hundred-year soul ring as their first ring.

Even Xiao Chenyu, the strongest student who had once ruled the academy before they arrived at Notting Academy, had only possessed a white ten-year soul ring as his first ring.

But Tang San could not worry about that now. He had to make Aiven pay the price!

"You have brought death upon yourself!!"

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Tang San was incomparably enraged. His eyes, reddened with Red Eye Disease, were bloodshot as he charged forward with fierce momentum and an extremely strange footwork.

Aiven looked disdainful, watching Tang San rush at him while darting from side to side with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track as though he were watching a clown.

The Power of the Nation did not merely raise his Soul Power to the level of a Soul Elder.

It also comprehensively enhanced his physical strength, mental power, and even his five senses.

Furthermore, Aiven's Soul Power had already reached level 20. With the Power of the Nation activated, his strength was comparable to that of a high-level Soul Elder!

Even without using the External Soul Bone, he could still crush Tang San.

"Ha!"

Tang San, who should have approached Aiven head-on, suddenly used an agile perplexing step and actually Teleported to Aiven's left.

Then he threw a full-force kick.

Bang!

Aiven casually raised an arm and effortlessly blocked Tang San's kick.

In that same instant, he swung his other arm, about to viciously slap Tang San across the face.

"You brought death upon yourself? You fucking go on about bringing death upon yourself every day! I'll bring death upon your sister!!"

"Get lost!!"

Smack!

Aiven viciously slapped Tang San, knocking him to the ground.

The slap rang out exceptionally loudly.

"Arghhh~!"

Tang San screamed as his body slammed heavily into the ground.

He smashed and rolled across the floor several times, sent flying five or six meters by Aiven's slap.

That slap left Tang San stunned and terrified. How could this be possible?!

How did it turn out like this...

How could he be this strong?!

Tang San was filled with terror, finding it all completely unreal.

Among all the students at Notting Academy, he had been invincible!

Other than Xiao Wu, not a single student had been his match.

He had even been confident that he could defeat some teachers who were Soul Grand Masters.

In Tang San's eyes, he was the greatest among those his age!

Yet now, he had been ruthlessly slapped away by a Soul Master who seemed to be a year younger than him.

He was as helpless and fragile as trash...

"Damn it!"

An ordinary seven-year-old child would have been dazed by that slap, unable to react.

But Tang San was Tang San after all. He quickly recovered from his terror and immediately unleashed his soul skill. "First Soul Skill, Entangling!"

"Overestimating yourself." Aiven remained calm as he unleashed his own soul skill. "First Soul Skill, Emperor Slash!"

With one swing of Aiven's sword, an immensely powerful golden blade of light slashed out from the Emperor Sword!

It instantly shredded the incoming Blue Silver Grass and continued toward Tang San.

"Brother!!"

"Xiao San!!"

At that moment, Xiao Wu, Yu Xiaogang, and Tang San all panicked.

"What a powerful aura. Is this really a hundred-year soul skill?!" Tang San could sense just how dangerous it was, and it was incredibly fast as well.

He could no longer dodge it and could only block it head-on.

"Mystic Jade Hand!!"

Bang! Boom boom!

"Urgh... arghhh!" Tang San desperately held on for two seconds, but he ultimately could not endure it. Emperor Slash viciously struck him across the chest.

Pfft—

"Arghhh~!"

Tang San violently vomited blood. His body was sent flying by the slash and crashed into the wall of the hotel lobby, leaving him severely injured and sprawled on the ground in a single move.

"Die!!"

Killing intent surged within Tang San. He finally used his hidden weapon, firing the Silent Sleeve Arrow concealed in his sleeve.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sleeve arrows shot toward him.

However, Aiven had long known that Tang San possessed hidden weapons, so he had been on guard the entire time.

So-called hidden weapons were tools used to injure people with concealed projectiles while they were unprepared. Their strength lay in surprise attacks, striking when others were not paying attention—an insidious, underhanded method.

But as long as one was prepared, hidden weapons like the Silent Sleeve Arrow were easy to dodge and defend against.

Clang! Clang!

Aiven easily blocked the sleeve arrows with the Emperor Sword, and Tang San despaired at the sight.

"You think you can hurt me with such a little toy? You really are courting death." Aiven's expression turned fierce. He put away the Emperor Sword and charged at Tang San.

He pinned Tang San against the wall and began violently slapping him, repeatedly smacking him across the face.

Slap slap slap!

Smack!

"Arghhh~!"

Aiven wildly slapped Tang San across the face more than ten times.

Amid Tang San's miserable screams, his face had already been beaten beyond recognition.

Xiao Wu cried out in despair, "Brother!!"

"You people cut in line so self-righteously. When others told you not to interfere, you even arrogantly tried to make a move."

"If I don't teach you people a proper lesson today, you really won't know how dangerous the world can be!"