Yu Xiaogang Defeated, Tang San Huffs

The decision for Yu Xiaogang to duel Xiao Yexuan left Little Tang San with a face ashen and humiliated.

However, Little Tang San had no say in the matter here. Yu Xiaogang's eyes shimmered with a desperate hunger for the benefits promised by Ning Rongrong, and he was determined to seize this opportunity.

Little Tang San could not stop him, and in the end, he could only watch helplessly as Yu Xiaogang and Xiao Yexuan stepped onto the dueling platform, poised for confrontation.

"My name is Xiao Yexuan, martial soul Fan, a level twelve control-type Spirit Master!"

Xiao Yexuan walked onto the arena with his back straight. He first bowed respectfully to Yu Xiaogang and introduced himself, his etiquette so flawless that not a single fault could be found.

Yu Xiaogang merely lifted his eyelids lazily, not even bothering to open them fully.

His expression was cold and arrogant, completely disregarding Xiao Yexuan, a mere level twelve Spirit Master.

This condescending attitude infuriated Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and the others watching from below.

Their young master was so refined and courteous, every movement displaying the true demeanor of a Spirit Master, yet Yu Xiaogang acted with such disdainful arrogance simply because his spirit power was slightly higher.

Like teacher, like student, Ning Rongrong cursed inwardly.

Back at Shrek Academy, she wondered how she had failed to notice that this pair of master and disciple were such insufferable, arrogant wretches.

Perhaps it was because she had insisted on coming out to play that she had been forced to linger at Shrek Academy.

Otherwise, returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and being nagged by her two grandfathers every day would have been quite annoying.

Yu Xiaogang had no intention of introducing his martial soul or rank; he simply flipped his wrist and released his martial soul.

It was a creature that looked like a dog, shaped like a pig, and measured over a meter and a half in length and girth.

Its entire body was covered in pale purple fur, with two small, floppy ears, large deep blue eyes, a gentle expression, short, thick legs, and a bump on its head.

Two faint yellow spirit rings circled its body; this was Yu Xiaogang's martial soul, Luo Sanpao.

"Fart like smoke, hypnotic slumber, Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang unleashed Luo Sanpao's spirit skill directly, hoping to defeat his opponent in one move.

"Luo-luo~"

Luo Sanpao let out a grunt, its bright blue eyes suddenly lighting up. Its round body sprang into the air, climbing to a height of five meters.

It twisted its body in mid-air, turning its backside toward Xiao Yexuan, and its frame instantly swelled, looking as round and bloated as if it had been inflated.

With a thunderous roar, a cloud of yellow gas erupted from Luo Sanpao's chubby rear, filling the air.

The surrounding crowd from Shrek Academy had been prepared; they scrambled to pull out masks and cover their faces.

After all, Luo Sanpao's farts were notoriously foul, and no one wanted to suffer through that stench for no reason.

Ning Rongrong and the others were so angry their teeth ached, their chests heaving with rage. That detestable Yu Xiaogang!

To use such low-class and vulgar methods against their beloved Xiao Yexuan—they wanted nothing more than to rush onto the stage and beat him to a pulp.

Yet, Xiao Yexuan's face remained calm and breezy, and in his heart, he was actually laughing.

So Yu Xiaogang released his second spirit skill, Hypnotic Smoke, immediately? Does he think his first spirit skill, Fart Like Thunder, wasn't enough to kill me?

A faint smile played on his lips as the folding fan in his hand gently swayed.

An ink-blue bird from the ink wash painting on the fan spread its wings and flew out, emitting a crisp cry.

The blue bird flew to the empty space between Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao, suddenly forming a rapidly rotating wind field.

The invisible force of the wind whipped up the dust on the ground, and a powerful suction dragged everything in the vicinity toward the center.

Luo Sanpao had just released its spirit skill, and the yellow smoke, reeking of excrement, had just begun to surge toward Xiao Yexuan when it was caught by the immense force of the wind field and held fast in the center, unable to advance a single inch.

Immediately after, Luo Sanpao and Yu Xiaogang were also dragged into the wind field by the irresistible suction.

The thick, yellow, foul-smelling smoke instantly enveloped the pair completely, and Yu Xiaogang got a full, intimate taste of Luo Sanpao's most potent spirit skill.

The smoke was not only nauseatingly foul but also carried a faint hypnotic effect.

Although this level of hypnosis had no real effect on Yu Xiaogang, the piercing stench drilled straight into his nasal cavity, causing him to clutch his stomach and vomit on the spot.

To make matters worse, he was trapped in the wind field created by Xiao Yexuan, his body spinning with the force of the wind. His vomit swirled around within the field, constantly splattering back onto him, and the overwhelming sense of nausea hit him from all sides.

The pervasive stench wormed its way into his nostrils and mouth, making Yu Xiaogang's retching even more violent until his stomach was nearly empty.

Xiao Yexuan's wind field never ceased; the speed of the rotation even subtly increased. Although Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao had more spirit power than Xiao Yexuan, it was helpless against this pure control-type spirit skill, forced to spin wildly in the wind field, unable to break free.

The yellow smoke in the wind field was soon stained a sickening, excrement-green by the vomit. Sticky liquid clung to Yu Xiaogang's clothes and face; he was so dizzy and nauseated that his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.

The onlookers couldn't help but retreat, feeling utterly disgusted.

When Xiao Yexuan's spirit skill ended and the wind field slowly dissipated, only a puddle of foul-smelling filth remained on the dueling platform, along with a disheveled and wretched-looking Yu Xiaogang, covered in grime.

Yu Xiaogang was so lightheaded from the stench of his own making that his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, retching incessantly, unable to even stand.

Xiao Yexuan did not take the opportunity to deliver a finishing blow. He simply waved his folding fan gently, creating another small wind field to lock the stench firmly within a confined area, swirling it around Yu Xiaogang to prevent the odor from spreading even an inch.

Yu Xiaogang suffered a terrible fate, wrapped tightly in the stench once more. Every breath felt like swallowing filth, and his complexion was ghastly.

This action by Xiao Yexuan immediately earned him the favor of the surrounding audience. Many nodded in secret, feeling that this young man was not only skilled but also quite thoughtful.

After all, if the stench on Yu Xiaogang had spread, even with masks on, it would have been hard to resist that piercing, nauseating sensation.

Xiao Yexuan doing this, while hard on Yu Xiaogang, spared them from being harmed by him.

Xiao Yexuan had not expected to defeat Yu Xiaogang so easily. He raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking it was perhaps due to the high age of his spirit ring.

His first spirit ring was over eight hundred years old; given Yu Xiaogang's situation, his second spirit ring certainly could not reach such an age, so it was no surprise that he could easily control him with a single spirit skill.

Confirming that he had firmly defeated Yu Xiaogang, Xiao Yexuan continued to wave the folding fan in his hand, smiling gently at the onlookers around him: "I won by luck this time."

"Young Master, don't be modest; it's clearly because you are more powerful!"

Ning Rongrong immediately shouted at the top of her lungs, standing up for Xiao Yexuan.

"This Yu Xiaogang is just a piece of trash, shameless and disgusting. To think he actually wanted to use such low-handed attacks to dirty the Young Master—he truly brought this upon himself!"

Xiao Wu chimed in as well, her tone filled with disdain.

Xiao Yexuan merely offered them a gentle smile, his eyes curving into a warm, mild expression. He then looked toward the mustard-yellow wind field in the center of the stage and snapped his slender fingers with a crisp sound.

The wind field moved slowly toward one side, not fast, but exceptionally steady, eventually arriving at a small stream outside the arena.

The filth within the wind field, along with the still-paralyzed Yu Xiaogang, was swept entirely into the cold stream water.

The stench also drifted away along with the current, dissipating into the distance.

Only then did Little Tang San dare to lunge toward Yu Xiaogang, rushing to the streamside with hurried steps to fish the drenched Yu Xiaogang out of the water.

He hurriedly reached out to check Yu Xiaogang's breath and examined his teacher's condition, shouting with a face full of worry:

"Teacher! Teacher, are you alright?"

While supporting the limp Yu Xiaogang, Tang San suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at Xiao Yexuan, his teeth grinding together as he said word by word:

"Xiao Yexuan, how dare you treat my teacher this way! I challenge you—to the death!"

Ning Rongrong was not pleased to hear this. She planted her hands on her waist, her willow-leaf eyebrows arched in anger, and retorted with a face full of disgust:

"Are you two ever going to finish?"

"Is my Young Master someone you can challenge just because you want to?"

"Little Tang San, I don't think you truly care for your teacher at all. Just now, when Yu Xiaogang was trapped in that disgusting wind field, why didn't you go over to save him or show concern?"

"Now that Yu Xiaogang has been washed clean in the river, you hypocritically step forward to show concern and even want to challenge the Young Master."

"Heh, if you really treated your teacher like a father, why would you have been repulsed by the dirty Yu Xiaogang from before? Little Tang San, you are the kind of hypocrite I despise the most!"