Lei Bufan's Thoughts, Yu Xiaogang Insists on Himself

These words were incredibly inflammatory, instantly striking a chord with the commoner students nearby!

"Yeah! Why should you get to hoard resources while preaching about fairness?"

Seeing this, Dean Lei Tian's heart skipped a beat!

Is Lei Bufan insane? How dare he publicly accuse the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

He hurriedly shot a look at the accompanying teacher beside him.

The teacher braced himself, rushed out, and barked sternly, "Lei Bufan, stop spouting nonsense! The Young Master's status is noble; how can you challenge him so recklessly? Step down at once!"

Yu Xiaotian couldn't help but find it amusing.

Suppressing a hot-blooded youth—the standard move for a minor early-game villain!

Just then, a sinister voice rang out.

"Now, that's not right!"

Yu Luomian, who had remained silent until now, stepped out slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was founded on martial strength; we have never feared any challenge!"

Yu Luomian looked at the teacher, putting on the air of an elder.

"Since this young student is so ambitious, wouldn't it make our clan look petty if we refused?"

"Our Xiaotian is a peerless genius, after all. What is a mere cross-rank challenge to him?"

"Xiaotian, Second Uncle believes in you. You aren't afraid of a challenge like this, are you?"

This was a highly insidious trap of "killing with praise."

By putting Yu Xiaotian on the spot in front of so many people, he was roasting him over an open fire.

If he refused, he would be a disgrace to the clan.

If he accepted, Yu Xiaotian would undoubtedly lose.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly. It seemed he would have to come down hard on him when they got back.

However, he saw Yu Xiaotian suddenly smile.

"Second Uncle, you have so much confidence in me? I am truly touched, Uncle!"

He paused, then shifted his tone.

"Since Second Uncle is so supportive of me, then as your nephew, I accept this challenge!"

"However, fighting is very tiring, and there's always the risk of getting injured!"

"That Thunder Source Crystal Second Uncle gave me last time was truly excellent! It helped my cultivation progress quite a bit!"

"Since this battle is to uphold the honor of the sect, shouldn't you, as a senior of the sect, provide some kind of reward?"

"You love me so much, surely you wouldn't refuse, right?"

The smile on Yu Luomian's face instantly stiffened!

Thunder Source Crystal—that was a rare and precious treasure!

Giving one away last time had already made his heart ache for half a year!

And this brat actually wanted another one!

Furthermore, he had phrased it so flawlessly!

I am fighting for the honor of the sect; as the second-in-command, how could you be embarrassed not to offer a prize?

Yu Luomian looked at the gazes cast by the people around him, especially the half-smiling expression of his elder brother, Yu Yuanzhen.

He knew he had been outmaneuvered by this brat.

But then, he thought about it.

This was a level 35 fighting a level 18—a difference of nearly twenty levels!

What could Yu Xiaotian possibly use to win?

He felt that Yu Xiaotian's chance of winning was less than ten percent.

Since he couldn't win, what harm was there in agreeing? He could even earn the reputation of being a generous elder!

"Hmph! Fine! As long as you can win, Second Uncle will find you another one!"

"It's a deal!"

Yu Xiaotian grinned like a little fox that had successfully stolen a chicken.

Upon hearing Yu Xiaotian's agreement, Lei Bufan excitedly clenched his fists, his entire body surging with fighting spirit!

"Good, you've got some guts. I'll be waiting for you at the Soul Fighting Arena!"

White World.

Thunder Academy.

Lei Dong looked at his father, Lei Bufan:

He immediately said, "Dad, a level 35 versus a level 18!"

"You didn't actually lose, did you?"

Lei Bufan gave a bitter smile: "A cross-level challenge, and I was truly the one being challenged!"

He thought back to that moment.

Back then, Dean Lei Tian must have really wanted to strangle him.

Now, the tables had turned.

Only after becoming the Dean of Academic Affairs himself did Lei Bufan realize how difficult things had been for the Dean back then.

The kids these days were, one by one, harder to manage than the last—just like he had been!

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Facing the strange looks cast by the other elders and disciples.

At this moment, Yu Luomian had already cultivated a face as thick as a city wall.

He stroked his beard with great composure:

"What are you looking at? This old man is simply looking at the big picture!"

"I was using reverse psychology to motivate Xiao Tian to grow! I even provided precious resources!"

"Without my Thunder Source Crystal, could Xiao Tian have leveled up so quickly? I am a contributor to his success as well!"

Although he said this to forcibly save face.

But when he looked at the Sky Screen, Yu Luomian cursed inwardly:

"This damn Sky Screen! Can't you reduce my screen time a little?"

"Or show more of my highlight reels?"

"Why is it all scenes like this? Don't I have any dignity?"

[Thunder Academy Central Soul Fighting Arena]

[The news spread throughout the entire academy in an instant, as if it had grown wings!]

[Before long, the spectator stands of the Soul Fighting Arena were already packed with people.]

[However, the atmosphere at the scene was extremely strange.]

The spectator stands were invisibly divided into two worlds.

On one side were the academy's disciples.

Each of them had flushed faces and excited eyes.

In their eyes, Lei Bufan was their idol, the representative of a commoner rising to success!

"Boss Lei will definitely win!"

"If we can defeat the Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, doesn't that mean we're even stronger than the main families of the Upper Three Sects!"

This thought grew wildly in the hearts of the young students.

They hungered to see authority shattered; they hungered to witness a miracle!

On the other side were the academy's teachers and senior leadership.

Their expressions were uglier than the last, looking as if they were attending a funeral!

Dean Lei Tian sat in the corner of the VIP section, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

An elderly dean lowered his voice and said to the teacher beside him with a bitter face, "What kind of mess is this!"

"If we win, that's slapping the Sect Master in the face. Will we have any good days left after this?"

"If we lose! That means our academy's teaching quality is subpar! We can't even beat an eight-year-old child! The Sect Master will look down on us even more."

"This is a dead end!"

"I only hope that blockhead Lei Bufan has some sense of propriety!"

The team leader was even more nervous, his palms sweating.

Before Lei Bufan went on stage, he had specifically pulled him aside, giving him a thousand instructions and ten thousand warnings!

"Bufan, listen to me. Winning is fine, but you must not, absolutely must not, seriously injure him!"

"That is the Young Master. If you break his arms or legs, even selling you off wouldn't be enough to pay the compensation!"

However, standing on the arena, Lei Bufan let the teacher's instructions go in one ear and out the other.

He looked at Yu Xiaotian, who didn't even reach his chest in height.

He felt no contempt at all; instead, his gaze was grave.

Go easy on him?

Lei Bufan sneered in his heart!

"The teachers are truly naive!"

"That is the Young Master whom the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has poured all their resources into cultivating!"

"Even if his Soul Power Level is low, how could he possibly lack a trump card to save his life?"

"He might even be able to block a strike from a Titled Douluo!"

"If I dare to hold back, the one who dies will definitely be me!"

"I must go all out and treat him as a life-or-death enemy; that is the only way to show respect to a genius!"

Lei Bufan took a deep breath and activated his Martial Soul Avatar.

"Crackle!"

Violent blue-purple lightning instantly covered his entire body.

Two yellow and one purple—the optimal configuration of soul rings—rose from beneath his feet!

The phantom of a Thunderclap Battle Eagle emerged behind him, letting out a sharp cry!

His battle intent reached its peak at this moment!

Black World.

Shrek Academy.

Seeing this scene, Dai Mubai could not help but frown, casting aside his previous contempt.

He had thought Lei Bufan was just a naive hothead.

Now it seemed that the guy actually had some brains.

He said in a deep voice:

"This Lei Bufan is very strong. The intensity of that lightning doesn't even lose to my White Tiger Vajra Transformation."

"Even for me right now, taking him down would probably be a toss-up!"

"The captain of Thunder Academy really has something to him."

Tang San, meanwhile, pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit, staring fixedly at the screen:

"Although Lei Bufan's judgment is a bit overly cautious, there is no issue with his tactics."

"When facing an unknown and powerful enemy, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."

"What I am more concerned about now is, how will Yu Xiaotian respond?"

"I have a feeling that this time, there will definitely be a surprise!"

After all, their goal was the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.

I believe that at this very moment, every Soul Master Academy team across the entire Douluo Continent will not miss the matches shown on this Sky Screen!

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Xiaogang said to Liu Erlong with a complex expression:

"With strength like Lei Bufan's, do you still think Yu Xiaotian can win?"

Liu Erlong still nodded.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes dimmed.

Could it be that even Er Long no longer trusted his judgment?

Defeating a level 35 with level 18?

It was simply a fantasy!

Although Liu Erlong had slapped him back to reality, he still insisted on his own view.

He only felt a bit of doubt in his heart.

Twenty years had passed; had Er Long changed as well?