Let the weakest, Yu Xiaogang, come.

Little Tang San saw this and an impatient look instantly crossed his face, but a moment later, as if thinking of something, he raised an eyebrow and spoke slowly:

"If Fatty won't do, are you three planning to step up yourselves? I don't believe for a second that you'd give it your all in a duel against Xiao Yexuan; you'd definitely go easy on him."

"How about this: I'll suppress my soul power and refrain from using soul skills, relying only on close-quarters combat. That should be acceptable, right?"

Upon hearing this, the three women shook their heads like rattle-drums, the motion so violent it nearly sent their heads flying.

Tang San's elusive Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his ever-changing Mysterious Jade Hand techniques, and his impossible-to-guard hidden weapon skills all made them nervous.

If Little Tang San were to suddenly toss a small dart while fighting Xiao Yexuan and injure their young master, what would they do?

Xiao Wu let out a cold snort, her sharp gaze locked directly onto Little Tang San:

"Little San, you still have the nerve to speak? What are your intentions? It's clear you're planning to use hidden weapons to ambush our young master!"

"Then what do you want?"

Little Tang San sneered, a mocking curve touching his lips, his expression a mix of amusement and disdain as his eyes remained locked on Xiao Yexuan.

He looked as if he were forcing Xiao Yexuan to accept the challenge.

"There's no one else here suitable to fight him. Could it be that the harsh words he just spoke were nothing but empty talk?"

Ning Rongrong felt flustered by the question, her eyes darting rapidly around the crowd.

Finally, they landed on the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, and her eyes lit up. She pointed a finger at him and shouted:

"Him! Looking at everyone here, Yu Xiaogang is clearly the weakest. Having him challenge the young master is the most fitting choice!"

Being pointed at and called weak in public caused Yu Xiaogang to feel as though he had lost all face.

His brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his heart was filled with anger and resentment:

Does a person's strength have to be measured solely by soul power?

He, Yu Xiaogang, was the world's foremost master of martial soul research. When it came to theoretical knowledge, he could crush even a Titled Douluo.

Yet now, he was being treated with such contempt by Ning Rongrong, expected to spar with a soul master who had only reached the first ring?

His eyes dimmed instantly, his face filled with dejection.

The teachers at Lanba School finally focused their attention on Yu Xiaogang, each of them frowning with inquisitive eyes.

When the people from Shrek Academy had released their martial souls and shown their edge earlier, this Yu Xiaogang had stood by, motionless.

That superior air of his had led them to believe he was some hidden expert, too proud to display his martial soul or strength.

Who would have thought this guy was actually the weakest battle-type soul master here?

Looking at his age—already over forty—and the fact that he only had two rings, it was impossible for him to be a student. He must be trying to secure a teaching position to freeload.

The teachers sneered inwardly:

This old guy is truly shameless. With such weak strength, he still wants to snag a teaching job here for a salary; it's nothing but a pipe dream!

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Little Tang San exploded, the veins on his forehead throbbing. She was actually asking his teacher to duel Xiao Yexuan.

As Yu Xiaogang's disciple, he had always been respectful and filial; how could he tolerate such a thing?

He glared at Ning Rongrong with wide, fiery eyes, his voice filled with rage as he roared:

"Ning Rongrong, what do you mean by this? My teacher is of the highest prestige; how could he possibly lower himself to spar with someone like that? If there's a fight, I'll be the one to do it—there's no need for my teacher to get involved!"

Ning Rongrong, however, seemed to have suddenly had a breakthrough. A cunning smile appeared on her face, a hint of calculation in her eyes as she looked at Little Tang San and chuckled:

"Little San, you're protecting your teacher so fiercely—are you implicitly admitting that he's incompetent? Don't deny it; his soul power has been stuck at level twenty-nine for so many years without a breakthrough. He really is just a waste."

"I suppose you're the only one in this world who would defend him."

"Oh, right,"

Ning Rongrong clapped her hands as if remembering something and continued to press:

"Little Tang San, since you're so good to your teacher, why haven't you taught him your flying knife techniques or those mysterious footwork skills that allow you to dodge countless attacks? Perhaps if your teacher learned them, his soul power would finally break through."

"Our young master said he would challenge you, and he keeps his word."

"Yet you keep claiming to be good to your teacher and won't let others insult him. If you're so good to him, why don't you give him all the good things you have? It seems you're just a guy who talks big; when it comes to actually helping your teacher, you have nothing to offer!"

Little Tang San was flushed red by Ning Rongrong's words, trembling with fury, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked. He glared at her as if she were the murderer of his father.

But Ning Rongrong didn't fear his gaze in the slightest; instead, she stood tall, looking smug.

Ning Rongrong turned back to Yu Xiaogang, her lips curled high with a hint of provocation:

"Yu Xiaogang, how about it? Do you accept?"

Before the words had even faded, she seemed to think of something else and added, a hint of temptation in her eyes:

"Yu Xiaogang, I can give you the promise your precious disciple can't! If you dare to spar with my young master and win, I will use all the manpower and assets of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to help you find a way to break through your soul power bottleneck."

"You should know there are many ways—for instance, finding you a soul bone. Once you absorb it, the massive soul power it provides might very well help you break through your bottleneck."

"And it's just a soul bone, isn't it? With the financial power of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, is that even a challenge?"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong puffed out her small chest, striking a pose of immense wealth, her tone filled with certainty.

Yu Xiaogang was full of disdain at first, his lips curling in a sneer, but after being belittled to nothing by Ning Rongrong and having his relationship with Little Tang San stirred up, he couldn't help but feel a murmur of doubt in his heart, his gaze drifting toward Tang San involuntarily.

He also knew that Little Tang San's cultivation techniques mostly came from the Clear Sky Sect; that kid had so many good things, yet had never once mentioned teaching them to him.

Although the Clear Sky Sect's techniques were not to be passed on to outsiders, he was Tang San's teacher now, and they were as close as father and son; even if Tang San didn't teach him, he should have at least made some gesture.

Now, Ning Rongrong had dangled such a tempting condition—a spirit bone, something that could even help him break through his spirit power bottleneck.

It would mean he would no longer be that Soul Grand Master mocked by the world, forever unable to cross the threshold of a Soul Elder, and his breathing grew noticeably ragged.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, grinding his molars, and looked up at Ning Rongrong, a flash of struggle in his eyes:

"Ning Rongrong, is what you said true?"

Ning Rongrong glanced at him, her eyes filled with contempt, and she gave a light huff:

"When has the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ever told a lie? What I promise, I will certainly do. As for my status, there is no need for me to introduce it to you; I have the qualifications to say this."

"Good, good, good!" Yu Xiaogang said the word 'good' three times in a row, a flash of resolve crossing his eyes as if he had made up his mind, "Ning Rongrong, I agree. I hope you won't go back on your word when the time comes!"

Xiao Yexuan was not at all happy that his original opponent, Dai Mubai, had been replaced by Yu Xiaogang; he pouted and even made a show of taking a step back to express his opposition.

But under the persistent pestering of Ning Rongrong, Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu surrounding him, Xiao Yexuan finally relented.

He hung his head and agreed to this method of dueling.

After all, compared to a duel with a spirit master like Yu Xiaogang who could only release farts, even winning would inevitably leave one feeling a bit tainted by bad luck!