"Eight years old, Rank 18?"
Tang San frowned tightly as he calculated rapidly.
"If that were all, it wouldn't be frightening."
"With Innate Full Soul Power at Rank 10, gaining four ranks in a year was nothing special."
"But the frightening part was that Yu Xiaotian had cultivated from Innate Rank 6 Soul Power!"
"From Rank 6 to Rank 18, he had crossed a full 12 ranks!"
"On average, he had advanced nearly six ranks a year!"
"That was simply heaven-defying."
Tang San felt an unprecedented pressure.
The Sky Screen continued to shift.
[Thunder Academy sent a letter inviting them to guide the Four Elements Academy exchange tournament.] [Yu Yuanzhen pointed at the letter on the table, his brows slightly furrowed as though weighing the pros and cons.] [Thunder Academy had deep ties with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.] [This academy specialized in teaching lightning-attribute martial souls.] [It was indirectly supported by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and mainly recruited collateral descendants of the clan.] [Though this was ostensibly guidance, it was actually the clan inspecting its reserve forces, as well as a display of power.] [And for an occasion like this, the most suitable person to go was naturally Young Master Yu Xiaotian!] ["Xiaotian may be extraordinarily talented, but he is still young."] [Yu Yuanzhen pondered.] ["Let someone else go."] ["Xiaotian hasn't even fully grown yet. I know those brats at Thunder Academy—they don't know their own strength when they attack."] ["If he gets hurt, that would be a loss to the sect."] ["Big Brother, I beg to differ."] [Yu Luomian, who had remained silent all this while, suddenly spoke.] [His eyes flickered. He appeared well-intentioned, but his words hid a sharp edge.] ["Since Xiaotian is the future hope of our sect, perhaps even the future Young Sect Master, he cannot be a flower in a greenhouse."] [Yu Luomian looked so righteous that anyone who saw him would have been moved.] ["Relying on medicine to increase his Soul Power all the time will inevitably leave his foundation unstable."] ["He truly needs some experience."] ["Besides, those brats at Thunder Academy are all proud and arrogant. If Xiaotian can win them over, not only will it hone his practical combat abilities, it will also establish the Young Master's prestige ahead of time."] ["This is a win-win situation."] [Yu Luomian sneered inwardly.] [Outwardly, he sounded lofty and dignified, but inwardly, his schemes were clattering away.] ["Even if you are a genius, you are still only eight years old."] ["If you go and get beaten black and blue by a bunch of collateral descendants and ordinary students, then come crying home..."] ["Let's see what face you'll have left to continue the wager."] ["The Three-Year Agreement will only become a joke!"] [Just as Yu Yuanzhen was still hesitating, a clear voice came from outside the door.] ["Second Uncle is right."] [Yu Xiaotian entered from outside, looking calm and composed.] [Everyone turned around and saw Yu Xiaotian dressed in fitted combat clothes.] [He showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, there was a hint of eager excitement in his eyes.] ["Only the weak choose their opponents."] [He walked to the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over every elder present before finally settling on Yu Luomian.] [That look seemed to say: Second Uncle, I saw through your little scheme long ago.] ["Since Second Uncle thinks so highly of me, I'll accept this trip to Thunder Academy."]
Black World.
Shrek Academy.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this.
He knew it was a provocation, yet he was still going to accept it?
How confident was he in his own strength?
Dai Mubai rubbed his chin and said with a bitter smile, "He was far more arrogant than I was as a child."
Ma Hongjun could not help complaining, "If a Rank 18 Soul Master challenged me, even if he were only eight years old, I'd definitely think he was overestimating himself! His build was way too different from ours."
Oscar shook his head. "Not necessarily. Look at his eyes—he definitely had something up his sleeve. But that old bastard Yu Luomian was really sinister."
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Xiaogang watched the scene, excitement flashing in his eyes.
"He accepted it! He really accepted it!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Yu Xiaotian!"
"Did you think that was child's play?"
Yu Xiaogang had absolutely no faith in Yu Xiaotian!
He desperately wanted to see Yu Xiaotian embarrass himself!
Just then, a commotion came from outside the door.
"Let me in!"
Liu Erlong's fiery voice rang out.
She had come to find him, only to be stopped by the guards.
But Yu Xiaogang did not hear any of it right now.
His eyes were glued to the Sky Screen.
He eagerly awaited the humiliation that was about to come.
White World.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
All the disciples were inspired by Yu Xiaotian's words: "Only the weak choose their opponents."
"Lord Xiaotian is mighty!"
"So handsome! Even as a child, Lord Xiaotian was this domineering!"
The younger disciples were fired up.
They wished they could rush to the Martial Arts Arena right now and fight three hundred rounds.
Bibi Dong sat beside Yu Xiaotian.
Looking at that small figure on the Sky Screen, her eyes were filled with tenderness.
She could not help turning to him.
"So something like this happened back then?"
Yu Xiaotian smiled lightly and waved his hand modestly.
"It was nothing much."
"Back then, I mainly wanted to find Sanpao some sparring partners and recruit a few Henchmen while I was at it."
The Sky Screen continued.
[Thunder Academy Martial Arts Arena.] [A group of fifteen- and sixteen-year-old youths were sweating profusely.] [Lightning flickered as thunderous booms rang out without end.] [The top geniuses of this year's class at Thunder Academy had gathered here.] [They were members of the Thunder Team, each one an elite carefully selected by the clan.] ["Did you hear? The sect sent someone to guide us."] [A tall, muscular youth with Lightning Snakes coiling around both arms stopped moving.] [He was the current Captain—Lei Bufan!] [He casually wiped away his sweat, his tone full of amusement and disdain.] ["I heard he's an eight-year-old brat!"] ["What kind of joke is that?"] [The surrounding students immediately burst into laughter.] ["Eight years old? Hahahaha! He probably isn't even as tall as my leg!"] ["Is he here to teach us how to drink milk?"] ["Does the sect have no one left, or are they humiliating us?"] ["I don't care whose son he is. If he dares point fingers in front of me..."] ["I'll let him know that Thunder Academy's Martial Arts Arena isn't a place for children to play house!"] ["I'll make him cry and run home to his mother!"] [At that moment, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.]
White World.
Thunder Academy.
At this moment, Thunder Academy's atmosphere had become exceptionally strange.
Lei Dong, who had already joined the Thunder Academy team, stared at his old man in astonishment.
The current dean of studies at Thunder Academy, Lei Bufan.
"Old man, were you really that badass?"
Lei Dong pointed at the Sky Screen, his face full of disbelief.
"You actually dared say that about Lord Yu Xiaotian back then?"
"And you said you'd make him cry and run home to his mother?"
"You were way too gutsy! He's a Limit Douluo now!"
Lei Bufan sat in his office, his face turning green.
Before his son and students, he had always maintained an image of dignity and steadiness.
Now, that image had shattered into pieces.
He coughed awkwardly twice.
His old face was bright red, and he did not even know how to respond.
"Cough, cough. Well... I was young and reckless, young and reckless..."
"Who knew that freak... cough, that lord was already so terrifying back then!"
After all, he had been...
Yu Tianxin, beside him, was also a member of the Thunder Team.
He fought hard to suppress his laughter.
He looked at Lei Bufan with a completely serious expression.
Of course, he knew what happened afterward.
But saying it out loud like that would not be very friendly to Lei Bufan, who had already become a teacher at Thunder Academy.
"Cough. Director Lei had good intentions back then, good intentions."
Yu Tianxin was having a hard time holding back his laughter.
Black World.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Xiaogang watched this scene.
Watching those fierce-looking Thunder Academy students.
The delight in his heart was practically overflowing.
"Yes! That's it!"
"Lei Bufan! I remember him! He hit the hardest when he was young!"
"Hit him! Beat him up badly!"
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