Settling Personal Scores Under Public Pretense, Deliberate Retaliation, One Against Seven

Training Ground the next afternoon.

The sun makes people feel dizzy, and the ground is steaming with heat.

Shrek Eight Devils is doing basic physical exercises, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Then Yu Xiaogang came.

This guy changed into a new robe, dark green, and the material looked quite expensive.

Her hair was combed smoothly and without any stray hairs.

With his hands behind his back, he took a square step, showing off his style very well.

It was as if the embarrassing farce yesterday never happened.

Flender followed him with a wonderful expression.

He hesitated to speak, the corners of his mouth twitched again and again, and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh.

At least Xiao Gang is not as devastated as I am.

He stood silently next to Training Ground, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes drifting away, pretending to be a passerby.

Yu Xiaogang stood in the center of the field and cleared his throat.

"Gather."

The voice was not loud, but it conveyed a deliberate dignity.

The eight monsters looked at each other and slowly gathered together.

Lin Qingmo stood at the edge with his arms folded and his expression indifferent.

He wanted to see what other tricks this "Grandmaster" could perform.

"What happened yesterday was just an episode."

Yu Xiaogang looked around, and his eyes deliberately stayed on Lin Qingmo's face for two seconds.

"As a teacher, I don't care about students' offense. My duty is to teach you and make you the top Soul Master. So--"

He paused and straightened his back.

"Those irrelevant frictions are over."

"From today on, I will devote myself to teaching. I hope you can also correct your attitude and study hard."

After saying this, Training Ground was quiet for three seconds.

Ning Rongrong was the first one who couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

She quickly covered her mouth in a pretense, and her shoulders were shaking.

Zhu Zhuqing stood next to her, with a very cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

That look in his eyes seemed to say: Just keep acting.

Dai Mubai turned his head and cursed in a low voice, "You can really pretend."

Tang San lowered his eyes and rubbed his sleeves unconsciously with his fingertips.

If you dare to insult my teacher, you have already...

He just wanted to meditate on the way to death.

I heard Xiao Wu booing. "What a nasty guy."

Xiao Wu ran up to Lin Qingmo and tugged on his clothes.

Lin Qingmo turned her head and saw her wrinkled nose and a "disgusting" mouth shape.

He smiled and shook his head slightly.

Meaning: Ignore him.

But Yu Xiaogang obviously has no intention of stopping there.

He took two steps forward, glanced at everyone, and finally settled on Lin Qingmo.

There was inquiry, calculation, and a hint of deep-seated unwillingness in his eyes.

Lin Qingmo met his gaze.

Eyes facing each other.

There seemed to be invisible sparks crackling in the air.

But in the end, Yu Xiaogang was more worried than Voidness and looked away.

He coughed dryly. "Ahem, in order to better formulate a training plan, I need to accurately assess your actual combat level. So, let's have a Sparring."

There was a small commotion on Training Ground.

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up. "Fight? I like this!"

Oscar touched his chin. "Teacher, how should we play? Individual battle or group battle? Let's talk about it first, I am Food-type Soul Master, I have no fighting ability."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head.

He raised his hand and pointed his index finger straight at Lin Qingmo.

"You, alone."

Then his finger crossed Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing.

"Hit seven of them."

"Huh?"

Training Ground exploded instantly.

"What the hell?"

Ma Hongjun picked his ears and thought he heard wrongly.

Xiao Wu immediately jumped up and glared at Yu Xiaogang.

"Are you kidding? Seven against one? This is called Sparring? This is called a siege!"

"I see that you are clearly targeting A-Qing. This is an act of public revenge!"

Her voice was urgent and angry, and her pink ponytail flicked back and forth.

Ning Rongrong also widened his eyes and echoed.

"That's right, A-Qing is Soul Ancestor. How can it be fair if the seven of us join forces?"

She was exaggerating, but she was right.

Dai Mubai didn't speak, but he clenched his fists and his knuckles made a slight crunch.

He stared at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes full of doubts.

Is this looking down on him?

Tang San frowned.

He was making a quick calculation - seven against one, even if Lin Qingmo had Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, the odds of winning were slim.

Maybe this is a good opportunity to teach Lin Qingmo a lesson?

"Not fair."

Zhu Zhuqing The body leans forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to go.

The look of disgust in those cat-like eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

Flender finally couldn't stand any longer.

He walked quickly to Yu Xiaogang and lowered his voice. "Xiao Gang, is this not appropriate?"

Even he, a bystander, felt that Yu Xiaogang was deliberately retaliating against Lin Qingmo.

"Suitable."

Yu Xiaogang interrupted him, his tone unquestionable.

He turned to Lin Qingmo, with an almost deliberately "tolerant" expression on his face.

"Considering the difference in strength, I allow you Lin Qingmo to freely use your Fourth Spirit Ability and that Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Skill in this Sparring."

The voice fell.

Training Ground is quiet again.

But this time it was a different kind of quiet.

Everyone heard the implication--the real purpose of Yu Xiaogang was not to test the actual combat level at all.

What he wants to see is Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Skill from Lin Qingmo.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what was special about Spirit Ring, which exceeded the theoretical limit.

Lin Qingmo smiled.

It's the kind of smile that's very light and has no warmth.

"Teacher, do you really want to see my Fourth Spirit Ability?"

"?

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

Pretending, he said, "I just want to fully understand your strength. Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring is certainly precious, but how to use it is the real value of Soul Master."

High-sounding.

Watertight.

Lin Qingmo chuckled inwardly.

This man's ability to raise banners is much higher than his theoretical level.

"A-Qing, don't agree. "He's clearly targeting you."

Xiao Wu grabbed his arm and sounded urgent.

She doesn't want to do anything with Lin Qingmo.

Don't want to at all.

Lin Qingmo looked down at her, his eyes softening.

Patting the back of Xiao Wu's hand, his voice was as soft as coaxing a child and said, "It's okay, it's just Sparring, let's stop clicking."

He raised his head and glanced at the others.

Dai Mubai is eager to try, and his fists are already clenched.

This guy is bellicose at heart, and is always holding his breath against Lin Qingmo.

He definitely didn't want to miss the advantageous situation of seven versus one.

Tang San's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was planning.

But Lin Qingmo noticed that his right hand was always close to Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

Oscar was scratching his head, muttering, "How many Sausage have to be done now."

"Hey, look at me showing off my power!"

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands, looked excited, and had already begun to move his joints.

Zhu Zhuqing is the quietest, but the aura around her has changed.

That was the precursor for the predator to enter a fighting state, and she also wanted to fight Lin Qingmo.

Ning Rongrong pursed his lips and complained softly, "A-Qing Don't be too obvious later, otherwise it will be boring for us to win."

Although people with a discerning eye can see Yu Xiaogang's targeting of Lin Qingmo, Ning Rongrong doesn't think they can defeat Lin Qingmo.

Lin Qingmo smiled and looked away, then looked at Yu Xiaogang and said lightly, "Then let it be like this, I accept it."