Dai Huabin: Huo Yuhao, You Have Courted Death!

Dai Huabin vaguely sensed that something was off.

Why did his teacher look exactly the same as when they'd first met?

Could it be...?

Sure enough, the scene that followed was exactly what he'd expected.

After pondering for a moment, Yu Xiaogang asked outright, "Are you willing to become this Grandmaster's final disciple?"

Final disciple!

His teacher actually wanted to take this servant in as his final disciple!

Dai Huabin stamped his feet in anger.

How was that fair?!

How could the son of a servant be worthy of becoming fellow disciples with him, the noble son of the White Tiger Duke?!

Dai Yuhao rose to his feet and lowered his head, his eyes ice-cold.

As expected of a Titled Douluo standing at the summit of the continent—truly, the noble had a short memory.

Yesterday, he'd nearly killed him... and today, he intended to take him as a disciple.

That was right...

How could a noble Titled Douluo care about an ordinary person?

"I'm not willing." Dai Yuhao's voice was resolute. He would never agree.

Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage and shouted, "Why not? I'm not just an ordinary Titled Douluo. I'm also the greatest theoretical master on the Douluo Continent! You have to give me a reason!"

"Otherwise, I'll stop at nothing..."

Seeing Dai Yuhao refuse, Dai Huabin breathed a sigh of relief.

Good! He'd refused! That meant he wouldn't have to share a Titled Douluo teacher with the son of a servant...

Dai Yuhao remained unmoved. He simply said coldly, "Because I already have a teacher. He... isn't weak, either."

"What?! Someone beat me to it!"

Yu Xiaogang was frantic again. He'd rushed to Star Luo City as fast as he could, and he'd still arrived too late?

"Damn it! Who would dare be so bold as to steal my Fart God's final disciple?"

"They've already courted death!"

In his desperation, Yu Xiaogang even blurted out his true identity. But everyone present assumed he'd misspoken.

Dai Yuhao fell silent as he watched Yu Xiaogang go berserk. He couldn't exactly tell him that his teacher was already dead.

What if he said so, and this so-called San Pao Douluo forcibly took him as a disciple anyway?

Still, to be safe, he decided to give the name of that "cheap" teacher of his and see if it would serve as a deterrent.

"My teacher's name is Huo Zhanji. He's a Level 91 Titled Douluo, titled Nether."

Since he didn't know the Nether Douluo's name, Dai Yuhao had simply made one up.

Huo Zhanji? A Level 91 Nether Douluo? What kind of trash was that?

Seeing that Dai Yuhao didn't seem to be lying, a crazy idea began to take shape in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

A useless Level 91 was worthy of teaching the Child of Destiny? It would be far better to let a master with both strength and theoretical knowledge take over.

In that case, why not just snatch him away?

Even if this Nether Douluo came looking for revenge, Yu Xiaogang wasn't afraid. At worst, they'd fight.

His nearly healed groin was already itching for action!

"Enough! I'll ask you one last time. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

"I'm not willing!!!" Dai Yuhao stood firm.

Damn it! He'd stop at nothing to become his teacher—even if he had to use force!

At that thought, Yu Xiaogang couldn't hold back any longer. Nine white Soul Rings appeared beneath him, and he transformed once more into the chubby Yu Sanpao.

Dai Huabin was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of person had he taken as his teacher? A human face, a pig's body, and a dog's limbs—what kind of Martial Soul was that?

And those nine Ten-Year Soul Rings—was he serious?

Dai Yuhao broke into a cold sweat. That dog-pig-like thing had left him with far too much trauma.

He remembered being sent flying the day before, and the terror of plummeting through the air.

If Dai Hao hadn't saved him, he really would have died!

Yu Xiaogang's voice was domineering. "From now on, I'm your only teacher!"

"Do you have any objections?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he cast aside all dignity and unleashed the pressure of a Titled Douluo.

Dai Yuhao wanted to refuse again, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't bring himself to say them.

Why... why did every single one of them want to take a good-for-nothing like him as a disciple?

Seeing Dai Yuhao fall silent, Yu Xiaogang added, "If you're not saying anything, then that means you agree."

"Good! Very good! Excellent!"

"From now on, you are..."

"What was your name again, disciple?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly remembered that he still didn't know the name of this likely true Child of Destiny.

Knowing he couldn't resist, Dai Yuhao sighed. "My name is... Huo Yuhao."

With Dai Huabin there, he didn't dare reveal his real name for fear of inviting trouble.

"Congratulations, Huo Yuhao. From now on, you're my third disciple—and my final disciple!"

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Dai Huabin, who stood to the side with disbelief written all over his face, and said, "Huabin, why haven't you greeted your junior brother?"

So this bastard was called Huo Yuhao! At the thought, Dai Huabin's face turned blue, then red.

His teacher wanted him to greet him! Greet this little bastard?

Dai Huabin clenched both fists. His pride wouldn't allow him to acknowledge a bastard he despised as his junior brother, or admit that the bastard stood on equal footing with him.

"Teacher... but he's..." Dai Huabin simply couldn't accept it. His voice trembled as he tried to explain.

"Dai Huabin, do you even have any respect for me as your teacher?" Yu Xiaogang's voice turned cold. His second disciple had decent talent, but he was far too arrogant and impatient.

If he still couldn't tell which of them was the true Child of Destiny, why would he have taken on two disciples in such a thankless business?

In any case, one of them had to be the Child of Destiny. He could observe them both slowly from now on.

Dai Huabin shot Dai Yuhao a venomous glare, practically grinding his back teeth to dust, before reluctantly speaking. "Junior Brother... I... your second senior brother greets you..."

"Good! Full of spirit!"

Yu Xiaogang was quite pleased as he watched. He stroked the prickly stubble on his chin and nodded.

"That's more like it! You brothers should get along and help each other, except for that beast who's your senior brother... Mm..."

"And there's also 'treat each other with respect like honored guests'..."

At that last line, Dai Huabin nearly vomited three liters of blood.

What a load of "treat each other with respect like honored guests"! Wasn't that phrase used to describe the relationship between husband and wife?

And his teacher had used it to describe him and this little bastard!

Huo Yuhao! You have well and truly courted death!!!

I'll never let you get away with this!!!

Dai Yuhao glanced at Dai Huabin, who was brimming with murderous intent, and instead felt calm.

Although he'd been forced into becoming a disciple again, seeing Dai Huabin suffer left him feeling inexplicably satisfied.

Besides, now Dai Huabin probably wouldn't cause trouble for him and his mother anymore.

Maybe... this wasn't so bad?

But Dai Yuhao still had one lingering doubt...

Could his talent be better than it seemed?

Otherwise, why would several Titled Douluo all want to take him as their disciple?