Xiao Lin Mocks, Yu Xiaogang's Dao Heart Collapses

"Oh? That's it?"

Yu Xiaogang stared at Xiao Lin in confusion, unable to believe it.

Did Xiao Lin not understand just how powerful the soul skill he had mentioned was?

After obtaining a soul skill that increased Attack Amplification, Xiao Lin only needed to follow his calculations, pursue the path of extreme strength, and replicate Clear Sky Douluo's soul ring choices to become invincible!

Did kids these days not want strength anymore?

"Yeah? Is that supposed to be impressive? Do you even understand martial souls?"

Xiao Lin's face was full of disdain. His small face was brimming with mockery, creating an almost comical contrast.

"You think I don't understand martial souls?"

Yu Xiaogang's face nearly exploded with rage.

No one on this continent had ever dared say that he did not understand martial souls (or so he believed), Yu Xiaogang roared inwardly.

"Xiao Lin, listen carefully. No one understands martial souls better than I do!" Yu Xiaogang's nostrils flared as he breathed rapidly.

"If you say so, you must be amazing, right? You must be a Titled Douluo, then?"

Xiao Lin spoke in a deliberately mocking tone, though his face wore an expression of admiration.

Tang San's mouth twitched beside him. If he had not been a disciple of the Tang Sect and possessed decent self-control, he would have burst out laughing.

Xiao Lin was too vicious!

He clearly knew Yu Xiaogang was useless, yet he was openly mocking him.

"I'm not a Titled Douluo, but I am definitely the strongest Grandmaster in theory!"

Yu Xiaogang was somewhat less confident now, but he still had considerable faith in his theories.

So what if they were Titled Douluo? Did that mean they were more suited than him to teach Xiao Lin?

"Then you must be a Soul Douluo!"

Xiao Lin suddenly looked enlightened, putting on a conflicted expression.

He looked as though becoming Yu Xiaogang's disciple would not be entirely unacceptable if Yu Xiaogang were a Soul Douluo.

"I'm not a Soul Douluo either... but I'm a Grandmaster. I have the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories."

"I'm not interested in whatever trash theories those are. Are you a Soul Saint?"

Tilting his head, Xiao Lin continued pressing him.

"I'm a level 29 Soul Grandmaster, but I cultivated from innate half-rank Soul Power to level 29 Soul Grandmaster. If you become my disciple..."

"What? A useless level 29 Soul Grandmaster? How boring."

Xiao Lin shook his head and directly cut Yu Xiaogang off.

"Little San, let's go. I heard there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. How can someone like that be our teacher?"

At this point, Xiao Lin took his mockery to the absolute limit.

Using Yu Xiaogang's own words to refute him gave Xiao Lin an exhilarating sense of winning an argument.

"Alright, Brother Lin."

Tang San agreed. Before leaving, he gave Yu Xiaogang a blank look.

That single glance made the already infuriated Yu Xiaogang fly into a complete rage.

He mocked me. I know I'm useless, but what gives you the right to mock me?

Aren't you just someone with the Trash Spirit Blue Silver Grass (Blue Silver King) as well?

Let's see how you obtain soul rings and become a powerful soul master in the future!

Although countless dark thoughts had already arisen in his mind, Yu Xiaogang was still unwilling to give up on Xiao Lin.

This was the hope of his entire life!

He still had one last chance, one last way to win Xiao Lin over.

Yu Xiaogang immediately moved, using his adult physique to run straight in front of Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin frowned as he looked at Yu Xiaogang's bloodshot eyes. Yu Xiaogang took out a copy of Spirit News.

"This is the latest Spirit News published by Spirit Hall. The editors of Spirit Hall recognized my wisdom before publishing it for me. If you don't believe anything else, you should at least believe this, right?"

"Who knows if you stole it?"

Xiao Lin looked exactly like a child throwing a tantrum, refusing to listen no matter what.

"I..."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened. He had not expected Xiao Lin to be so utterly unreasonable.

"What will it take for you to believe in my wisdom?"

Yu Xiaogang forcefully exhaled several breaths of foul air before changing his wording.

"Reach level 30 first, then we'll talk."

Xiao Lin spread his little hands. There was really nothing he could do about him.

"I... you..."

Yu Xiaogang was immediately at a loss for words. If he could truly break through level 30, would he still be stuck here?

On Douluo Continent, level 30 was a hurdle.

If there were a way to cross it, every level 29 Soul Master in the world would bow before him.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang felt utterly humiliated. Who knew how many people at the distant school gate were watching him and mocking him to his face.

Perhaps in everyone else's eyes, Yu Xiaogang had clearly become a madman who preyed on gifted children.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang was already inclined to retreat.

"Fine, fine, fine. Since you refuse to become my disciple, then let the facts decide the matter."

In the end, Yu Xiaogang thought of his correspondence with Flender and remembered Flender saying that his school had recruited quite a few geniuses.

He had originally told Flender about both Tang San and Xiao Lin, his future disciples, but now he could only return to a life dependent on others.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and simply issued Xiao Lin a harsh challenge.

"Eight years from now, I will lead my disciples to the Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition. I will prove just how correct my theories are."

"Don't you dare fail to show up then."

Yu Xiaogang directly proposed the Eight-Year Pact, making Xiao Lin briefly wonder whether he was the Villain here.

However, no matter how Xiao Lin looked at him, Yu Xiaogang did not seem like someone capable of proving that one should not mock a poor middle-aged man.

"Boring. Worry about yourself instead."

It was not that Xiao Lin was afraid. He simply felt that agreeing to Yu Xiaogang's terms would somewhat affect his future plans.

He was going to lead Tang San and the others to win first place in the competition.

Competing against a trash team—wouldn't that turn his own standards to trash and make him slack off?

Xiao Lin took Tang San with him and looked at Yu Xiaogang standing before them, frowning slightly.

At a time like this, he was still blocking their way.

Xiao Lin then walked up to Yu Xiaogang and shoved him hard with his little hand, sending him straight to the ground before walking away without looking back.

All that remained was the strange sight of Yu Xiaogang—frail, overwhelmed, and full of disbelief.

Faintly, Yu Xiaogang seemed to hear the ridicule of the people around him.

And the disdain from Xiao Lin and Tang San, gradually fading into the distance.

"A piece of trash is trash. Trash for a day, trash for a lifetime."

"I'm a genius, not trash. Why should I take trash as my teacher?"

"Brother Lin, this piece of trash is so annoying. How does he have the nerve to keep living?"

"Brother Lin, why waste words on him? What a waste of time."

"If you ask me, he already has..."

Tang San's final words were cut off by Xiao Lin. The education Xiao Lin had received still did not permit him to directly harbor murderous intent.

Yet hearing Xiao Lin and Tang San's words faintly, Yu Xiaogang felt his vision go dark and his head grow heavy and muddled.

In the end, he was actually shoved unconscious by a child like Xiao Lin right at the gate of Notting Academy.

"Quick, this is bad! The Grandmaster has fainted!"

At that moment, the teachers of Notting Academy noticed Yu Xiaogang and hurriedly called for their colleagues, wanting to lend him a hand.

Although these teachers also looked down on Yu Xiaogang, he was still the headmaster's friend, after all.

Besides, Yu Xiaogang dying... fainting at the entrance of Notting Academy would not be good for the school either.

Thanks to Wuyue Huafu, 0 LiuzI 0, Book Friend 20221213145406064, Book Friend 20230203091131841, Book Friend 20230202135942597, and Book Friend 20230904194900551 for their tips.

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