Afraid to Make Trouble? That's Mediocrity! Huang Yan: Making Trouble Recklessly Is Stupidity! A Bunch of Ill-Mannered Brats!

Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at Huang Yan's profile.

An unusual light flickered in her eyes, and for a moment, she was completely captivated.

Beside her, Oscar followed Ning Rongrong's gaze.

When he saw the Rongrong he'd been pining for staring lovestruck at a strange man, jealousy flared within him.

Oscar gritted his teeth.

He nudged Dai Mubai beside him and shot him a meaningful glance in Huang Yan's direction.

Dai Mubai glanced at Huang Yan and immediately understood.

He was going to help his brother show off in front of the beauty and put his rival in his place.

Without hesitation, Dai Mubai stood up and deliberately raised his voice as he sneered:

"Well, well, what pretty boy escaped from which household?

You've got such smooth, delicate skin and slicked-back hair. Why, you look even more pampered than a woman!"

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

Tang San frowned slightly, thinking Dai Mubai was going out of his way to pick a fight.

But out of brotherly loyalty, he didn't speak up to stop him.

Seeing Huang Yan still eating his meat as if nothing had happened, without even lifting his eyelids, Dai Mubai felt he'd lost face and adopted an even more mocking tone:

"What, are you mute?

You came to a dangerous place like the Star Dou Great Forest without a single companion?

Sitting here alone, drinking your sorrows away—you must have such a lousy reputation that you can't even find a friend willing to team up with you, huh?"

Seeing this, Oscar hurried to back him up. He deliberately moved closer to Ning Rongrong and spoke loudly:

"Exactly, Rongrong. Look at this kind of person—all he has is a pretty face.

He came Soul Hunting without even a teammate. I bet he's a good-for-nothing who can't even beat a Ten-Year Soul Beast.

Unlike us, we're all partners who'd live and die together. Now that's a real Soul Master team!"

"Looking for death."

Huang Yan's eyes instantly turned cold.

He didn't want to invite needless trouble.

But he would never allow a few clowns to yap wildly in front of him.

Huang Yan slowly rose to his feet, his icy gaze piercing straight through Dai Mubai and Oscar.

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

Dai Mubai and Oscar exchanged glances, then burst into laughter as if they'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Respect?

Manners?"

Dai Mubai rubbed his fists, his slanted eyes brimming with arrogance.

"Kid, in the world of Soul Masters, strength earns respect!

As for manners, they're just a fig leaf for the weak."

Oscar chimed in, smugly raising his brows at Ning Rongrong.

"Listen up, pretty boy. The rule at Shrek Academy is:

If you're afraid to make trouble, you're a mediocrity!"

"Afraid to make trouble, and you're a mediocrity?"

Huang Yan heard him out, the corner of his mouth curling into a deeply scornful smile as he replied coldly:

"Then let me add something today!

Make trouble recklessly, and you're an incurable idiot!"

As soon as his words fell, a terrifying pressure erupted from within Huang Yan.

"Vmm—!"

Accompanied by a phoenix cry that pierced the soul, dazzling golden divine flames swept through the entire tavern.

Behind Huang Yan, the phantom of a Bright Phoenix spread its wings, its feathers resplendent and its presence sacred and untouchable.

The ultimate radiance and scorching heat pressed down on everyone present, leaving them almost unable to breathe.

Then two deep-black Spirit Rings, radiating an aura of utter despair, slowly rose from beneath Huang Yan's feet and began to revolve.

"B-black?

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

"His first ring is already ten thousand years old?!

How is that possible?!"

The arrogance on Dai Mubai's face froze instantly.

Oscar's laughter cut off just as suddenly. He stumbled backward several steps in fright and nearly fell.

Tang San, who had been calmly watching from the sidelines, was even more shocked. His pupils contracted, and he sprang to his feet, crying out:

"Two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings?

Who exactly are you?!"

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who was always cold and reserved, stared at the two black rings in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Huang Yan stood with his hands behind his back, bathed in golden divine fire as he looked down coldly at the stunned crowd.

"Now, which of us do you think is the mediocrity?"

"Don't let him fool you!"

Dai Mubai clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot with fear turned to rage. He shouted harshly:

"There's no way anyone in this world could have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as their first and second rings!

It must be some kind of trick that changes the color of Spirit Rings, or an illusion-type Soul Skill!

He's bluffing!"

Hearing this, Oscar clung to the words like a lifeline and hurriedly echoed him:

"That's right!

Boss Dai is right!

He only has two Soul Skills. At most, he's a Soul Grandmaster in his twenties.

With so many of us, are we really afraid of one guy?"

Tang San still had his doubts.

But looking at those two rings, black as ink, he also felt they defied everything he knew.

His right hand had already slipped quietly onto Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

"Look closely! He's nothing but a clown putting on a show!"

Dai Mubai roared. His muscles swelled instantly, and black stripes appeared among his golden hair.

"White Tiger, Possession!"

Three Spirit Rings—two yellow and one purple—spiraled upward. Dai Mubai's palms transformed into claws, and he lunged at Huang Yan on a gust of foul wind.

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Barrier!

Everyone, attack together! Tear off his disguise!"

Xiao Wu cried out. She pushed off with her toes and shot forward in an instant.

"You dare call us idiots? I'll kick your jaw to pieces!

Waist Bow!"

Tang San's gaze sharpened. Several strands of Blue Silver Grass slithered along the ground like venomous snakes, sealing off every path of retreat for Huang Yan.

"First Soul Skill, Bind!"

Watching this pack of "geniuses"—a bunch of 'idiots'—rush him all at once, Huang Yan stood perfectly still, the curve of his lips growing colder by the moment.

"A trick?

An illusion?"

Huang Yan slowly raised his right hand. His five fingers, covered in golden flame armor, clenched into a fist. The air cracked under the strain.

"Since you want to see the real thing, I'll give you what you want."

As the Blue Silver Grass snaked toward him, Huang Yan didn't even consider dodging.

"Fsssh—!"

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

The instant it neared the golden divine flames, it turned to ash.

Tang San's face changed. He cried out in shock:

"That's impossible!

My Blue Silver Grass was completely burned away in an instant!

What kind of flame is this?!"

Just then, Dai Mubai's tiger claw, trailing a gust of foul wind, slammed toward Huang Yan.

"Die!"

Dai Mubai roared.

Huang Yan looked at him with scorn and casually raised his right hand, punching straight into the oncoming claw.

"White Tiger?

You're nothing but a sick cat."

"Crack—!"

The instant fist and claw collided, Dai Mubai's vaunted White Tiger Barrier shattered like paper.

"Argh—!"

Dai Mubai screamed. His body flew backward as if struck by a sledgehammer.

He smashed through three or four tables before hitting the floor hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Boss Dai!"

Oscar's voice cracked with fright.

At that moment, Xiao Wu was closing in from midair, her foot swinging hard toward Huang Yan's neck.

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(Note: Don't worry, they won't get off lightly. They'll definitely lose an arm or a leg. Tomorrow, I'll show you Zhao Wuji getting thrashed!)

(There was something I had to take care of today, so the update was late. Sorry! I'll try to update earlier tomorrow. Thank you all so much for your support!)

(Don't let the book pile up unread! The author's already burned out!)