Lin Qingmo, You're Not Having an Affair with That Girl, Are You?

Amidst the room filled with exclamations of praise, Yu Xiaogang suddenly uttered a remark—

"As Soul Ancestor, there's nothing to be proud of in defeating a few Soul Elder."

The moment those words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

Everyone froze, turning to look at Yu Xiaogang with incredibly strange expressions.

But Yu Xiaogang acted as if nothing had happened, his face as stern as if someone owed him money, and continued muttering:

"Winning one game and getting so cocky, he doesn't know how to be humble at all. If he continues to be so arrogant, he'll eventually suffer a setback."

Xiao Wu was talking to Lin Qingmo while holding his arm, but when she heard this, her face immediately fell.

She turned around abruptly, staring at Yu Xiaogang with eyes practically spitting fire.

Flender frowned.

Looking at his old buddy, he felt a surge of unease.

Lin Qingmo just made Shrek look so good, the whole audience was cheering for us, and instead of praising him, you come up here to pour cold water on him and say such sarcastic things. Isn't that... a bit petty?

"Yu Xiaogang, what do you mean by that?"

Xiao Wu was the first to step forward, blocking Lin Qingmo and glaring at Yu Xiaogang, her words dripping with hostility.

"A-Qing single-handedly defeated seven Soul Elder from the Imperial Fighting Team, winning Soul Fighting for Shrek. You don't even praise him, but instead you're making sarcastic remarks?"

"That's right."

Ning Rongrong immediately followed, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow at Yu Xiaogang.

As Little Witch, she doesn't hold back when it comes to roasting people.

"So what if it's Soul Ancestor? Look across the entire continent, how many Soul Ancestor can you find that can take on seven Soul Elder at once?"

She paused, then her tone became even more aggressive. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be invincible in theory? Well, I'd like to ask you, are you confident that you can defeat a team of seven level 19 Soul Masters with the skills of a level 29 Soul Grandmaster Soul Master?"

Zhu Zhuqing also stepped forward and stood next to Xiao Wu.

He looked coldly at Yu Xiaogang and added the most hurtful comment, "I'm also very curious about the Grandmaster's abilities."

The three of them kept talking, one after another, leaving Yu Xiaogang no chance to get a word in edgewise.

"!!!"

His face flushed red, from his ears to the roots of his neck, and he trembled with anger.

"I..."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but not a single word came out.

He really can't do it.

Having been stuck at level 29 for so many years, with Luo Sanpao's ridiculous Soul Skill, he might not even be able to defeat one of the seven level 19 Soul Master, let alone seven.

He was rendered speechless by the three girls' public confrontation, and he just stood there, his hands trembling.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun, standing nearby, exchanged a glance, both suppressing their laughter, looking on with anticipation of a good show.

Ma Hongjun nudged Oscar with his elbow and whispered, "Damn, with these three ladies firing at us all at once, Grandmaster is completely speechless now, isn't he?"

Oscar nodded, suppressing a laugh, "Serves him right, he came right off the bat, wasn't he just asking for trouble?"

If it were me, I'd want to punch him twice.

"Laugh."

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and sneered.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's embarrassed state, her eyes were full of undisguised disdain.

He never thought much of this so-called "Grandmaster".

He's always waving his theories around.

He has no real skills of his own, yet he always likes to boss others around.

Today's incident made him realize something even more clearly—this person was pitifully petty.

"Well..."

Even Yu Xiaogang's close friend, Flender, sighed inwardly.

Anyone with eyes can see that Yu Xiaogang is the one with the problem.

But as a close friend, he couldn't say anything directly.

Yu Xiaogang was embarrassed.

Tang San took a step forward, shielding Yu Xiaogang behind him.

His gaze was so dark it seemed to drip water, his eyes fixed intently on the three girls in front of him.

His voice was as cold as ice as he shouted, "Enough! Don't you dare insult my teacher!"

"He was the one who started talking nonsense!" Xiao Wu immediately glared back.

"What's wrong with the teacher simply reminding him not to become arrogant and complacent because of one victory?"

Tang San gritted his teeth, his words full of protectiveness.

"What right do you have to insult him like this?"

"Why should I?"

A Bingbing voice rang out.

Lin Qingmo gently shielded the three girls behind her.

He glanced coldly at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang behind him, then suddenly chuckled.

"Hehe."

That laughter was filled with a chilling coldness.

"Alright, stop with the teacher-student act."

"I finally understand today. Like teacher, like student. They're both the same, equally shameless."

Staring at Yu Xiaogang, Lin Qingmo's words were laced with undisguised sarcasm.

As soon as these words came out...

Tang San's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he was trembling all over.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Tang San shouted sternly.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Grandmaster Yu, you just said that it was only right that I won. Are you unhappy because the limelight didn't fall on your precious disciple?"

"I fought seven Soul Elder by myself, so winning the match was only natural."

"Then let your precious disciple Tang San try fighting seven of them by himself."

He turned his head again and looked at Tang San, whose face was ashen.

"And you, don't you realize how outrageous your teacher's words were?"

"Just because he taught you, regardless of whether what he said is right or wrong, regardless of whether he publicly smeared others, you jump out to protect him, unable to distinguish right from wrong?"

"You two are allowed to publicly label me, but no one else is allowed to say a bad word about me?"

Lin Qingmo's eyes were as cold as knives. "What, does the whole world's logic have to revolve around you two, master and disciple?"

A barrage of words left Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's faces turning pale and then red.

The two of them stood there, trembling with anger.

The people around them started looking at them even more strangely.

Flender was completely baffled.

On one side is his old comrade-in-arms, and on the other is a genius that the Academy has seen only once in a century.

He was caught in a dilemma: to advise or not to advise.

Just as I was racking my brains about how to smooth things over, a woman's voice suddenly came from the side.

"Excuse me, Sapphire Star, is it convenient for us to have a private chat?"

A figure wearing the uniform of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy walked straight through the crowd and headed towards Shrek's rest area.

With her green hair tied high and a touch of her usual arrogance in her eyes, she was Dugu Yan.

Xiao Wu stopped eating the carrot, stood up straight with a "snap," her rabbit ears perked up, and she stared warily at Dugu Yan was getting closer and closer.

Not only her, but everyone else in Shrek was also paying attention to the past.

Dai Mubai frowned, tightening his grip on his arms. "Dugu Yan? What's she doing here? Huang Dou and we don't have a friendly relationship."

Oscar stroked his chin, looking on with a gossipy expression.

"That's strange. Why is she coming this way instead of looking for the Imperial Fighting Team? It can't be that she's here to provoke or retaliate, can it?"

Ning Rongrong put down her juice glass, raised an eyebrow with interest, and glanced back and forth between Dugu Yan and Lin Qingmo.

"Things are probably not as simple as they seem."

Zhu Zhuqing also raised her eyes.

A cool gaze fell upon Dugu Yan.

In the crowd, Ma Hongjun sidled up to Dai Mubai, winking and making faces at him.

"Damn, Boss Dai, could Lin Qingmo have been having an affair with this girl from Huang Dou all along?"

"Otherwise, why would they ignore their own team members and specifically come looking for him? No wonder he refused to play in the first Soul Fighting; it turns out he had already conspired with the other side?"

The voice wasn't too low, just enough for Xiao Wu next to him to hear clearly.

These words had barely left his lips.

Xiao Wu suddenly turned her head.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Ma Hongjun, his teeth grinding together.

"Grass Chicken! If you utter another word of nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart and rip off your lousy comb right now!"

Ma Hongjun shrank back, startled by her shout, and quickly hid behind her.

She muttered defiantly, "I was just saying, otherwise why would she specifically seek out Lin Qingmo..."