Lin Qiu's Brutality Towards Yu Xiaogang! Fake Master, Liar!

The crowd parted automatically to clear a path.

A youth dressed in white, possessing an ethereal temperament, stepped out slowly.

The youth appeared to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old, yet the noble aura he exuded made everyone present feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

It was Lin Qiu.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang with an indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a stray dog begging for food on the side of the road.

Yu Xiaogang looked Lin Qiu up and down, and seeing his youth, he felt slightly more at ease.

"You yellow-mouthed brat, what do you know?"

Yu Xiaogang flicked his sleeves, striking the pose of an elder lecturing a junior. "Who in the spirit master world does not know the name of this Master? How dare you spout such wild words, calling me a fraud? Do you know that this is a blasphemy against knowledge!"

"Knowledge?"

Lin Qiu let out a scoff. "Are you even worthy of speaking of knowledge?"

He walked slowly up the steps, his aura growing stronger with every step he took.

"You claim to be a Master of Martial Soul Hall? Then let me ask you, what position do you hold in Martial Soul Hall? What authority do you wield? Do you have a Pope's Order? Do you have an Elder's Order?"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, and he stammered, "I... although I hold no official position, I am an old acquaintance of the current Pope, and my theories are..."

"Silence!"

Lin Qiu let out a sharp shout, cutting him off mid-sentence.

With a flip of his palm, a brilliant golden token appeared in his hand.

On the token, the image of a Six-Winged Angel was vivid and lifelike, radiating a sacred and majestic light.

"Open your dog eyes and look clearly at what this is!"

"Martial... Martial Soul Hall Holy Son Order?!"

Within the crowd, a knowledgeable spirit master exclaimed in shock.

Seeing this, all the commoners knelt down in unison.

"Greetings, my lord!"

In Martial Soul City, to see the token is to see the Pope.

Lin Qiu shook the token in his hand, looking coldly at Yu Xiaogang, who had already turned deathly pale.

"Martial Soul Hall has never had a position called 'Master,' nor has any 'Ten Core Competencies' been listed as official teaching material."

"This man is nothing but a piece of trash, expelled by his family, possessing only level twenty-nine spirit power, and relying on plagiarized and cobbled-together books to swindle people!"

Lin Qiu's voice rang out across the entire square.

"What? Only level twenty-nine?"

"A fraud! He really is a fraud!"

"Damn him, he even wanted to swindle the hard-earned money of us commoners!"

The surrounding commoners erupted in an instant, their angry gazes piercing Yu Xiaogang like swords; some even picked up rotten vegetable leaves from the ground and threw them at him.

Exposed in public, Yu Xiaogang's face shifted between green and white. His feigned arrogance was completely shattered, replaced by extreme shame, anger, and malice.

He hated it most when others mentioned his level!

He hated it most when others called him trash!

Furthermore, this youth was actually using a Martial Soul Hall token to suppress him!

"You bastard! What do you know! My theories are invincible!"

Yu Xiaogang completely lost his composure, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Lin Qiu.

"So what if you are from Martial Soul Hall? You are young and lack respect for your elders; today, I shall teach you a lesson on behalf of your superiors!"

Consumed by rage, Yu Xiaogang lost his head and directly channeled the pathetic twenty-nine levels of spirit power within his body.

"Fart like thunder, shake the heavens and split the earth, Luo Sanpao!"

A yellow spirit ring flickered, and a creature resembling both a pig and a dog manifested, though it hadn't even had the chance to release a fart.

A trace of disdain flashed in Lin Qiu's eyes.

"Just you?"

He didn't even release his martial soul; he simply raised his right hand and slapped out, seemingly at random.

This slap utilized no spirit skills, relying purely on physical strength.

But under the reinforcement of the Covering Sky Method, the power contained within this body was enough to move mountains and fill seas.

Slap!

An incredibly crisp sound of a slap rang out.

Yu Xiaogang, who had just charged halfway, was sent flying along with his Luo Sanpao, as if he had been struck head-on by a charging primordial mammoth.

"Ah--!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a miserable shriek, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He traced a graceful parabola through the air before slamming heavily onto the bluestone ground over a dozen meters away.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, mixed with a dozen shattered teeth.

Half of Yu Xiaogang's face swelled into a pig's head instantly, and he curled up on the ground, convulsing violently.

He lifted his head in terror, staring at the youth who remained standing in the same spot, not even a corner of his clothes ruffled.

Fear!

Boundless fear drowned him in an instant.

That slap had nearly scattered his very soul.

Is this really a child? This strength... is it even any less than a Title Douluo?!

Lin Qiu took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands with an expression of disgust, as if he had just touched something filthy.

"Get lost."

"If I ever catch you using the name of Martial Soul Hall to swindle people again, I will peel the skin right off your back."

His voice was calm, yet it radiated a bone-chilling coldness.

Yu Xiaogang shuddered, not daring to utter a single word of nonsense.

Amidst the scorn and curses of the surrounding commoners, he scrambled to his feet, clutching his face, and fled in a pathetic panic like a stray dog.

Only after running a great distance did Yu Xiaogang dare to look back, casting a venomous glare in the direction of the youth.

Just you wait... I, Yu Xiaogang, will remember today's humiliation!

Once I see Bibi Dong, once I have trained Tang San, I will make you kneel before me and kowtow to beg for forgiveness!

He roared madly in his heart, but could only slink away into the wilderness, hidden by the cover of night.

Watching that pathetic, scrambling figure eventually vanish into the depths of the night, Lin Qiu's expression remained indifferent; he did not even flick his hem.

As for the venomous glance Yu Xiaogang cast before leaving, Lin Qiu had naturally seen it, but he only found it amusing.

Resentment?

That is the only fig leaf for the weak when they are in a fit of impotent rage.

In this world, only strength is the absolute truth.

"Grandmaster... ha."

Lin Qiu chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a touch of mockery.

The so-called "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" were nothing more than data compiled by the predecessors of Martial Soul Hall through countless years of painstaking effort.

He had used his so-called "clearance" in the library to copy a paragraph here and stitch a sentence there, only to shamelessly sign his own name to it in the end.

If that counts as a master of theory, then the janitors sweeping the floors of Martial Soul Hall would likely be grandmasters themselves after reading a few books.

For a person with neither strength nor character, if it weren't for the fact that he still had some other uses, that slap just now would not have been as simple as just shattering half his teeth.

"Thanks to this young man!"

"Indeed, if it weren't for this lord, we would have truly been swindled by that fraud."

"One Gold Soul Coin—that's a whole year's worth of living expenses for my family!"

The surrounding commoners finally snapped out of their stupor and gathered around, their eyes filled with gratitude and awe.

There were even many young maidens, their hearts fluttering, who looked at Lin Qiu's peerlessly handsome face with flushed cheeks and eyes sparkling with unusual brilliance.

"This young master is so handsome; I wonder if he is already betrothed..."

"Shh, keep your voice down. He holds an Elder's Order; his status is noble. How could we ever hope to reach such heights?"