Big Fool Chun, What Are You Doing?

Upon thinking of a countermeasure, Gangzi was suddenly overjoyed, ecstatic, and overwhelmed with delight, his heart blossoming with a wild, explosive sense of relief.

In an instant, his body stopped shaking, his skin stopped twitching, and his expression ceased to be one of shocked, ugly, or panicked anger.

His expression returned to his usual confidence, his gaze became calm, and his posture relaxed.

The thing he cared about most now—the only thing he cared about—was his disciple, Tang San.

As long as he could successfully manipulate Tang San, rising to prominence and acting cool for the rest of his life would be a walk in the park.

As for being scolded? That was no big deal; he was already used to it.

To put it bluntly, plenty of people had scolded him, and Huang Tian really didn't even rank among them.

Yu Xiaogang waited quietly for Huang Tian to take the bag of money, or to show greed and try to ask for more; if he could afford it, he wouldn't hesitate for a second.

Although he didn't have much in savings right now, his upbringing as a direct descendant of the Upper Three Sects made him arrogant, and he truly didn't care about mere money.

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds passed.

A full ten seconds went by, yet the other party showed no reaction at all.

A faint, ominous premonition stirred in his heart. Gangzi forced a smile onto his face, bent down to pick up the cloth bag himself, took another bag from his Soul Tool, and handed it over with both hands.

"Two hundred Gold Soul Coins. This is the most I can possibly provide."

The result, which made his heart skip a beat, was that Huang Tian remained unmoved. Not only was he unmoved, but he began to laugh with even greater contempt.

"Perhaps your reputation is indeed worth two hundred, but mine is not."

Huang Tian cupped his hands together and immediately pulled them apart, performing a Soul Fighting salute in an incredibly perfunctory manner.

He then lowered his waist slightly into a horse stance. On his opened right palm, four or five deep blue vines patterned with gold and silver emerged, their tips swaying in the air like snake heads.

A white Soul Ring appeared the very next second, floating at knee level and rotating slowly, pulsing with a rhythmic, steady expansion and contraction.

"Let us resolve a Soul Master's dispute with a Soul Master's methods.

I have said repeatedly that I held back, but you refused to believe me. Since you insist on being unreasonable here, then feel free to experience my true full strength for yourself.

That way, you won't go around spouting nonsense, taking things out of context, and twisting the truth in a couple of days.

Healing-type one-ring Soul Master Huang Tian, here to challenge Soul Grand Master Yu."

This statement was earth-shattering. The expressions of those around him became incredibly colorful in an instant, turning into living memes, as if to say:

"You big idiot, what are you doing?"

"So brave, whose subordinate is this?"

"Holy crap, this young man."

"Kill, kill, kill! I want to see blood flow like a river!"

"How exciting! Even if I die, it's worth it to see a scene like this."

"Wait a minute? Healing-type? He's a healing-type? You call this thing a healing-type?"

The principal's expression changed drastically. A verbal conflict was not the same as a Soul Fight; Soul Fights could kill people.

If something went wrong with either of them, not only would his position as principal be over, but he might even lose his life.

Teacher Zhao, who was acting as the temporary referee, stepped forward immediately to dissuade him.

"Huang Tian, Teacher Yu may not be as talented as you, but he possesses two hundred-year Soul Rings—the second of which is as high as seven hundred years—and twenty-nine levels of soul power. I advise you to think twice."

Xiao Wu also ran over, grabbing Huang Tian's arm in worry.

"You must not be impulsive."

The gap between a one-ring and a two-ring Soul Master is arguably the largest between any two adjacent realms.

The further one progresses, the less significant the gap between adjacent rings becomes, with the exception of the seventieth-level Martial Soul Avatar.

It is not that the two-ring level is so strong, but that the denominator of the one-ring level is simply too small.

In terms of soul power, number of Soul Rings, power of the strongest skill, physical fitness, and mental strength, the latter is at least twice as strong as the former.

And that "twice as strong" is a comparison between a level 20 one-ring and a level 21 or 22 two-ring.

If it were a level 29 compared to a level 12 or 13, and that level 12 or 13 still had a white Soul Ring, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they could be ten times weaker in total.

Taking soul power as an example, every time an additional Soul Ring is added, the quality of the soul power within a Soul Master increases significantly, including energy density, elemental power, and special attributes.

The group of teachers shook their heads, smiles appearing on their faces—this time directed at Huang Tian.

The students didn't dare to get involved, but they were quite dismissive in their hearts.

No one believed that a one-ring Soul Master who had just obtained his first Soul Ring could get the better of a veteran two-ring Soul Master.

Yu Xiaogang was so angry he laughed.

Even though he clearly saw that Huang Tian's Martial Soul was vastly different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass and obviously strange, he didn't think too deeply about it.

Suppressing the fire in his heart, he said:

"So you're just an ignorant lunatic. I have no interest in playing children's games with you. The funding has been given; take it or leave it."

He truly wanted to teach Huang Tian a lesson, to grab him by the head and slap him silly just to vent the pent-up frustration in his heart.

But a two-ring against a one-ring, a teacher against a student, an adult against a six-year-old child—plus the fact that there had been a dispute beforehand—it would sound truly disgraceful if word got out.

If any unforeseen circumstances were to arise, it would be even harder to explain.

After Gangzi finished speaking, he tossed down the money and turned to leave.

But since the emotions had already reached this point, how could Huang Tian possibly let him off the hook?

A conflict without a system reward was like watching a great film but not being able to finish the job; it was simply too incomplete.

"This isn't an ordinary Soul Fighting invitation; do you really think you can just walk away?

I will only count to ten. Once ten seconds are up, I'm attacking, regardless of whether you are prepared or not.

Of course, if you haven't activated your Martial Soul by then, I will retract mine as well.

Ten."

"Have you truly gone mad? I have been patient enough with you today; do not be ungrateful."

Gangzi was stunned. Having only taken one step, he was forced to turn back, his face full of shock and his brows twitching wildly, feeling as though he could no longer control his fists.

He truly wanted to kick this brat flying and pummel his face until it blossomed like a flower.

No matter how mediocre he was, he wasn't someone a mere one-ring could try to provoke.

Repeated concessions had only led to further encroachment.

Was he really that eager to court death?

Huang Tian's response was crisp and decisive.

"Nine!"

At this moment, the principal sensed the situation turning sour and stepped forward to mediate.

"Both of you are currently hot-headed; do not make irrational decisions. Why not wait a couple of days until you have both calmed down before discussing this further?

By then, I can personally preside over the matter to ensure justice."

The principal was currently having a mental breakdown; he never expected things to escalate into a physical conflict, suddenly shifting from happily watching the spectacle to being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Yu Xiaogang was indeed useless, extremely hypocritical, and lacked self-awareness, but he hailed from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and was someone he simply could not afford to offend.

As for Huang Tian, although his strength was currently weak, if he cultivated diligently with his Innate Full Soul Power, he would be no less than him within ten years.

He was a guaranteed Soul Douluo in the future with the potential to reach Title Douluo, so there was truly no need to harbor a grudge over such a trivial matter.

The key was that this kid didn't seem like an ordinary stubborn brat.

If he were to hold a grudge...

The moment the principal's voice trailed off, another countdown echoed across the entire playground.

"Seven."

Huang Tian was counting down ten seconds, not ten numbers; the principal had wasted a second.

At this, everyone realized Huang Tian's resolve. It wasn't just a fit of anger, nor was he merely putting on a tough front to intimidate others.

He really intended to beat up Teacher Yu.