Dare Not Cause Trouble is Mediocrity? Huang Yan: Recklessly Causing Trouble is Stupidity! A Bunch of Ill-Mannered Brutes!

Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at Huang Yan's profile.

Her eyes shimmered with an unusual light, and for a moment, she was completely dazed.

Beside her, Oscar followed Ning Rongrong's gaze.

Seeing his beloved Rongrong actually swooning over a strange man, he was instantly overcome with jealousy.

Oscar gritted his teeth.

He secretly nudged Dai Mubai, who was beside him, and gestured toward Huang Yan.

Dai Mubai glanced at Huang Yan and immediately understood.

To help his brother show off in front of a beauty and step on a love rival, Dai Mubai stood up without hesitation and deliberately raised his voice with a cold laugh:

"Yo, which family did this pretty boy run away from?

He's got such delicate skin and a polished face; how does he look even more pampered than a woman?"

Hearing this, Tang San and Xiao Wu also turned to look.

Tang San frowned slightly, feeling that Dai Mubai was being unnecessarily provocative.

However, out of brotherly loyalty, he did not speak up to stop him.

Seeing that Huang Yan continued to eat his meat as if no one else existed, not even lifting his eyelids, Dai Mubai felt he had lost face and his tone became even more mocking:

"What, are you a mute?

Coming to a dangerous place like the Star Dou Great Forest without even a single companion?

Sitting here all alone drinking in silence—could it be that your personality is so poor that you can't even make a friend willing to form a team with you?"

Seeing this, Oscar quickly chimed in, deliberately leaning close to Ning Rongrong and speaking loudly:

"Exactly, Rongrong. Look at this guy; he's just an empty shell.

Coming to hunt soul beasts without a single teammate—he's probably a piece of trash who couldn't even beat a ten-year soul beast.

Unlike us, we are all good partners who live and die together; that is what a real soul master team is!"

"You are courting death."

Huang Yan's eyes turned cold in an instant.

Although he did not want to invite unnecessary trouble, he would never tolerate a few clowns barking in front of him.

Huang Yan slowly stood up, his icy gaze piercing directly at Dai Mubai and Oscar:

"Did your teachers and elders never teach you what respect and manners are?"

Dai Mubai and Oscar exchanged a look, then burst into laughter as if they had heard the greatest joke in the world.

"Respect?

Manners?"

Dai Mubai rubbed his fists, his evil eyes filled with arrogance.

"Kid, in this world of soul masters, strength is respect!

As for manners, that is just a fig leaf for the weak."

Oscar joined in the jeering, eyebrows raised triumphantly at Ning Rongrong:

"Listen well, pretty boy, the school motto of our Shrek Academy is:

Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre!"

"Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre?"

After hearing this, the corners of Huang Yan's mouth curled into an extremely sarcastic arc, and he said coldly:

"Then let me add one more line for you today!

Causing trouble recklessly—that is the mark of a hopeless fool!"

As soon as his voice fell, a terrifying pressure erupted from within Huang Yan's body.

"Hum--!"

Accompanied by a phoenix cry that pierced the soul, brilliant golden divine fire instantly swept through the entire tavern.

Behind Huang Yan, the phantom of a Bright Phoenix with magnificent, inviolable feathers spread its wings.

The extreme light and scorching heat suppressed everyone present until they could barely breathe.

Following that, two soul rings, deep as ink and exuding an aura of despair, rose slowly from beneath Huang Yan's feet, pulsing incessantly.

"Black... black?

Ten-thousand-year soul rings?!"

"The first ring is ten thousand years old?!

How is this possible!"

The arrogance on Dai Mubai's face froze instantly.

Oscar's laughter came to an abrupt halt, and he stumbled back several steps in fright, nearly falling over.

Tang San, who had been watching with indifference, saw his pupils constrict and stood up in shock, crying out involuntarily:

"Two ten-thousand-year soul rings?

Who exactly are you!"

Even the perpetually icy Zhu Zhuqing looked at those two black rings with a face full of shock, her eyes brimming with disbelief.

Huang Yan stood with his hands behind his back, bathed in golden divine fire, looking down coldly at the stunned crowd:

"Now, who do you think is the mediocrity?"

"Everyone, don't be bluffed by him!"

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth hard, his eyes bloodshot from the transition of fear into rage, and he shouted sharply:

"It is absolutely impossible for anyone in this world to have ten-thousand-year rings as their first and second soul rings!

This must be some kind of trick to change the color of soul rings, or an illusionary soul skill!

He is just bluffing!"

Hearing this, Oscar seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and chimed in repeatedly:

"That's right!

Boss Dai is right!

He only has two soul skills; at most, he's just a Soul Grand Master around level twenty.

With so many of us, are we really going to be afraid of just him?"

Although Tang San harbored doubts, looking at those two ink-black soul rings, he also felt it defied all common sense.

His right hand had already quietly pressed against the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

"See clearly, he is nothing but a clown playing god!"

Dai Mubai roared, his muscles instantly swelling, and black horizontal stripes appeared amidst his golden hair:

"White Tiger, possess!"

Two yellow and one purple soul ring spiraled upward. Dai Mubai's palms transformed into sharp claws, bringing a foul wind as he lunged at Huang Yan:

"First soul skill, White Tiger Barrier!

Everyone, attack together and tear away his disguise!"

Xiao Wu let out a sharp cry, her toes tapping the ground as she instantly shot forward:

"Daring to call us idiots, watch me kick your jaw to pieces!

Waist Bow!"

Tang San's eyes narrowed, and several strands of Blue Silver Grass spread along the ground like venomous snakes, sealing off all of Huang Yan's retreat paths:

"First soul skill, Bind!"

Watching this group of "idiots" who fancied themselves "geniuses" swarm him, Huang Yan stood motionless, the curve of his lips growing colder.

"A trick?

An illusion?"

Huang Yan slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers covered in golden flame armor clenching tightly, and a sound of unbearable cracking echoed through the air:

"Since you want to see the real thing, then I shall grant your wish."

Facing the incoming Blue Silver Grass, Huang Yan didn't even intend to dodge.

"Sss--!"

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass hadn't even touched Huang Yan's body.

The moment it neared the golden divine fire, it instantly turned into a pile of fly ash.

Tang San's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock:

"This is impossible!

My Blue Silver Grass was completely incinerated in an instant!

What level of flame is this?!"

Just then, Dai Mubai's tiger claws, carrying a foul wind, had already slammed fiercely in front of Huang Yan.

"Die!"

Dai Mubai let out a furious roar.

Huang Yan's eyes held nothing but contempt; he simply raised his right hand and threw a punch to meet the tiger claw.

"White Tiger?

Nothing but a sick cat."

"Crack—!"

The moment fist and claw collided.

The White Tiger Barrier that Dai Mubai took such pride in shattered instantly, as if made of paper.

"Ah—!"

Dai Mubai let out a miserable shriek, his entire body sent flying backward as if struck by a giant hammer.

He smashed through three or four dining tables before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Boss Dai!"

Oscar's voice cracked in terror.

At this moment, Xiao Wu, who had been in mid-air, closed in and delivered a vicious kick toward Huang Yan's neck.