Dai Huabin: Huo Yuhao, you are already courting death!

Dai Huabin vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

How could his teacher's expression be exactly the same as when they had first met?

Could it be!

As expected, the scene that followed did not deviate from his expectations.

After a moment of deliberation, Yu Xiaogang asked directly, "Are you willing to become the closing disciple of this Master?"

A closing disciple!

The teacher actually wanted to take this servant as his closing disciple!

Dai Huabin stomped his feet in anger.

On what grounds!

How could the son of a servant be worthy of being a fellow disciple to him, the noble son of the White Tiger Duke!

Dai Yuhao stood up and lowered his head, his eyes filled with an icy chill.

As expected of a Title Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent, he truly had a memory like a sieve.

He had nearly killed him yesterday... and today, he intended to take him as a disciple.

That made sense...

How could a noble Title Douluo ever care about an ordinary person?

"I am not willing." Dai Yuhao's voice was extremely firm; he would absolutely not agree to this.

Yu Xiaogang was so embarrassed that he became angry, shouting, "Why! I am not just an ordinary Title Douluo, but the number one theoretical master of the Douluo Continent. You must give me a reason!"

"Otherwise, I will spare no cost..."

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

Refusing was good! This way, he wouldn't have to share a Title Douluo teacher with the son of a servant...

Dai Yuhao's stance remained unchanged, and he only said coldly, "Because I already have a teacher, and he... is not weak either."

"What! Someone actually beat me to it!"

Yu Xiaogang grew anxious; he had clearly rushed to Star Luo City at his fastest speed, yet he was still a step too late?

"Damn it! Who is so bold as to dare snatch the closing disciple of this Fart God!"

"They truly have a path to death!"

In his agitation, Yu Xiaogang even revealed his true identity. However, everyone present simply assumed it was a slip of the tongue.

Dai Yuhao looked at the frantic Yu Xiaogang in silence; he couldn't very well say that his teacher was already dead.

What if he said it, and this so-called San Pao Douluo forced him to become a disciple anyway?

However, for the sake of security, he decided to report the name of that "cheap teacher" to see if it could provide some deterrent effect.

"My teacher's name is Huo Zhanji, a level 91 Title Douluo with the title of Nether."

Since he didn't know the name of the Nether Douluo, Dai Yuhao simply made one up on the spot.

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

Seeing that Dai Yuhao did not seem to be lying, a crazy idea began to brew in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

Was a level 91 piece of trash worthy of teaching a Child of Destiny? It would be much better if he, a master with both strength and theory, did it instead.

Since that was the case, he might as well just snatch him away.

Even if this Nether Douluo came for revenge, he, Yu Xiaogang, would not be afraid; at worst, they would just have a fight.

His posterior, which had mostly recovered, was already itching for action!

"Enough! This Master will ask you one more time: are you willing to take me as your teacher?"

"I am not willing!!!" Dai Yuhao remained firm.

Damn it, I will spare no cost to become your teacher! Even if I have to use force!

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold back. Nine white spirit rings emerged beneath him, and he transformed once again into the chubby Yu Sanpao.

Dai Huabin was completely stunned.

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

And those nine ten-year spirit rings—was he serious?

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Dai Yuhao; the psychological trauma left by this thing that was neither dog nor pig was simply too great.

He recalled the scene of being sent flying the day before, the terror of free-falling through the air.

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

Yu Xiaogang's voice was incredibly overbearing: "From this moment on, I am your only teacher!"

"Do you have any objections?"

As he spoke, he disregarded all decorum and directly unleashed the pressure of a Title Douluo.

Dai Yuhao wanted to refuse again, but the words died on his lips; he dared not speak them.

Why... why did everyone want to take a piece of trash like him as a disciple?

Seeing Dai Yuhao's silence, Yu Xiaogang added, "Since you aren't speaking, that means you agree."

"Good! Very good! Excellent!"

"From this moment on, you are..."

"What was your name again, disciple?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized he didn't actually know the name of this suspected true Child of Destiny.

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

Because Dai Huabin was present, he dared not reveal his true name, fearing it would invite disaster.

"Congratulations, Huo Yuhao. From now on, you are the third disciple of Yu Xiaogang! And my final one!"

Yu Xiaogang glanced at the incredulous Dai Huabin standing to the side and said, "Huabin, why haven't you greeted your junior brother yet?"

So this bastard's name is Huo Yuhao! At the thought, Dai Huabin's face turned from green to red.

The teacher was actually making him greet him! Greet this little bastard?

Dai Huabin clenched his fists tightly; his pride would not allow him to accept a bastard he looked down upon as a junior brother, nor to acknowledge that this wretch was now his equal.

"Teacher... but he is..." Dai Huabin simply could not accept it. His voice trembled as he tried to explain.

"Dai Huabin, do you still have me as your teacher in your eyes?" Yu Xiaogang's voice turned cold. This second disciple had decent talent, but he was far too arrogant.

If not for the fact that he couldn't yet distinguish who the true Child of Destiny was, why would he go through the trouble of taking on two disciples?

Regardless, that Child of Destiny had to be one of them; he would just observe them slowly in the future.

Dai Huabin swept a gaze of pure hatred over Huo Yuhao, nearly grinding his molars to dust before he sullenly spat out, "Junior brother... I... your second senior brother greets you..."

"Not bad! Very spirited!"

Watching this scene, Yu Xiaogang felt quite satisfied. He stroked the prickly stubble on his chin and nodded.

"That's more like it! Between fellow disciples—aside from that beast of a senior brother—you two must live in harmony and help one another... hmm..."

"And treat each other with the respect of a wedded couple..."

Hearing that last phrase, Dai Huabin nearly vomited three liters of blood from rage.

What a "respect of a wedded couple"! Isn't that a term used to describe the relationship between a husband and wife?

Yet the teacher used it to describe him and this little bastard!

Huo Yuhao! You have truly invited your own death!!!

I will never let you off!!!

Huo Yuhao swept his gaze over the murderous Dai Huabin, and instead, his heart calmed down.

Although he had been forced into apprenticeship again, seeing Dai Huabin suffer made him feel quite comfortable.

Besides, this way, Dai Huabin should never trouble him or his mother again.

It seemed... not too bad?

But Huo Yuhao still had one lingering doubt...

Could it be that his talent wasn't as abysmal as it appeared on the surface?

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