Yu Xiaogang's Peak Moment, but It Lasted Only Three Seconds

The referee's verdict was announced.

Dai Mubai propped himself up on his knees and staggered off the stage.

His steps were unsteady, his body swayed twice, and he almost fell headfirst down the steps.

Ma Hongjun rushed forward quickly to support his arm, while Oscar also put his arm around his shoulder from the other side.

"Boss Dai!"

Ma Hongjun lowered his voice and called out, "Are you alright? Where are you hurt?"

"I'll have Oscar get you a Sausage... no, a Recovery Sausage."

Dai Mubai did not react.

"Boss?"

Still no response.

Ma Hongjun took a closer look and his heart skipped a beat.

Dai Mubai's eyes were open, and his pupils were visible, but his gaze was frighteningly empty.

It's like a dry well, with nothing at the bottom.

Although he was still walking, his soul seemed to remain on the ring.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance; neither of them had a pleasant expression.

They'd followed Dai Mubai for so many years, and they'd seen his arrogant side, his furious side, and his drunken, crazy side.

He had even seen Boss Dai's reaction when he lost his manhood.

I've never seen him like this before.

Like a dead tiger whose bones have been removed.

On the arena, Zhu Zhuqing exhaled a deep breath.

She had been holding this in for far too long.

From the open and covert court intrigues of the Star Luo Empire,

Countless nights of tossing and turning in self-doubt,

Then came the nausea that welled up from the bottom of my heart when I finally saw Dai Mubai's true nature.

Is it worth it?

She had asked herself this question a thousand times.

No need to ask anymore today.

Her fists have already answered for her: it's not worth it.

Worthless!

Zhu Zhuqing raised her chin and gently moved her wrist.

After the pent-up frustration that Entanglement over her for years dissipated, her aura began to show signs of transformation.

Thoughts are clear and open.

It's that simple.

No rare Heavenly Treasure are needed, nor are any secret realms or fortuitous encounters required.

Sometimes, severing a bad relationship is the best form of self-cultivation.

She did not leave.

He turned around and faced the direction where the Shrek Team was located.

Zhu Zhuqing slightly raised her hand, palm facing up, and made a very casual "please" gesture.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

Who else?!

The atmosphere on Shrek Team's side was so tense it could be cut with a knife.

Just as Ma Hongjun helped Dai Mubai to his seat, he saw Zhu Zhuqing's "please" gesture on the stage, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

"She's provoking us!"

Ma Hongjun's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Let me go up and defeat her!"

"You're not allowed to go!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice interrupted coldly, his tone resolute.

Ma Hongjun choked on his words: "But..."

"We concede defeat."

Yu Xiaogang raised his eyelids and glanced at everyone present.

"Zhu Zhuqing is at the peak of her power. Fighting her now would bring no benefit even if we won, and a loss would demoralize us."

"Not to mention..."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further.

"The significance of today's match is not in winning or losing; conserving strength is the primary goal."

"Did you understand?"

Ma Hongjun's face turned bright red.

He understood perfectly well.

He understood everything rationally.

But emotionally... He glanced at the dejected Dai Mubai beside him, and swallowed back the rebuttal that was on the tip of his tongue.

"Sigh... I give up."

He ultimately lacked Dai Mubai's boldness.

If even Boss Dai lost so miserably, it would only be worse if I went up against him.

Oscar was the second to speak, "I concede too."

He's quite open-minded.

He was originally a support-type Soul Master; going up in a one-on-one fight would just be feeding him.

Next came the brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, who exchanged a glance and then shook their heads in unison.

"Admit defeat."

"Admit defeat."

Osler hesitated for two seconds, then agreed.

The referee was practically numb from hearing them "concede" so many times; his hand was trembling as he picked up his pen to take notes.

Five abstentions in a row.

The scene became extremely awkward.

Whispers had already begun to circulate among the audience.

Phrases like "Shrek Academy is nothing special" and "It's so shameful that everyone forfeited" buzzed into everyone's ears.

But Yu Xiaogang ignored these voices.

Let the laymen talk.

Decisions about building up strength are always more important than acting on impulse.

Now, it's Yu Tianheng's turn.

Yu Xiaogang turned his head to look at his nephew.

Yu Tianheng sat there, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

The lightning on his body showed signs of going berserk.

A few tiny arcs of electricity crackled along his fingertips.

Admit defeat?

For the direct descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, these two words were even more painful than swallowing a sword.

Their family motto, number one, is. "A dragon never bows its head."

The second rule is that even if you can't win a fight, you should stand up and take the blows before collapsing.

There was no option to "give up" at all.

Yu Tianheng's lips moved several times, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He looked like a spring that had been forcibly held down, ready to spring up and rush into the ring at any moment.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head slightly.

The movements were subtle, the expression calm, but the meaning was clear.

I'm not going.

Yu Tianheng stared intently at his uncle.

He wanted his uncle to see his true thoughts.

But Yu Xiaogang's expression remained firm.

Finally, Yu Tianheng looked up, as if making a momentous life decision, and spat out each word through gritted teeth.

"I..."

He took a long breath.

"Admit... defeat..."

Upon hearing those two words, Yu Tianheng's expression was as if he had swallowed a whole plate of flies.

Yu Xiaogang remained outwardly calm, but a sense of comfort welled up inside him.

See? All six of them obeyed his orders.

Even the proud Yu Tianheng, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, ultimately chose to obey.

He nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd indifferently.

See that?

Those who mocked him behind his back as a "theory master," those who said he was "unfit to be a teacher because of his Trash Martial Soul."

They will never understand that true leadership is not based on force, but on making everyone willingly obey.

In this team, if Yu Xiaogang says one, no one dares to say another.

His authority remains unshakeable.

As for the last one...

Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell on Tang San, and the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.

There's even less to worry about with Xiao San.

That child was his most beloved and obedient disciple, whom he had raised himself.

Others may hesitate.

But the Xiao San only needs a glance to understand what he means.

Yu Xiaogang had even started planning his tactics for the finals in his mind.

"Despair!"

A footstep interrupted his thoughts.

Tang San stood up.

Yu Xiaogang subconsciously looked over.

Then, his expression froze.

Tang San didn't turn his head, didn't look at him, and didn't open his mouth to say "I admit defeat".

He simply stood up silently and walked towards the ring without saying a word.

The pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

Yu Xiaogang's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The Xiao San!"

He suddenly spoke, his voice filled with a start that even surprised himself.

Tang San did not stop.

"What are you doing? Come back!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice rose half an octave, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of anger.

Tang San's steps did not stop.

The figure walked straight and calmly, step by step moving away from the direction where Yu Xiaogang was, without even a hint of turning back.

It was as if the person behind him, urgently calling his name, didn't exist at all.

"Tang San!"

On his third call, he even called out Tang San's full name.

The entire Shrek Team was stunned.

Ma Hongjun's mouth was open, and for a moment he forgot to close it.

Oscar didn't even notice the Sausage he was holding had fallen to the ground.

Even Dai Mubai, who had just looked utterly hopeless, raised his head for once and stared at Tang San's back with an incredulous gaze.

Tang San... disobeyed orders?