Thirty-seven: Three Rods Shatter Master's Soul, Senior, I'm One of Us

"Oh? So you're saying you're very brave, huh?"

"Extremely brave!"

Li Yusong forcibly suppressed the corners of his mouth from curling upward. Having wandered across the Douluo Continent for so many years, this was his first time encountering someone so abstract.

A twenty-nine-level piece of trash—good grief, look at him; if you didn't know better, you'd think he was level ninety-two.

The twenty-nine levels of surging soul power within Yu Xiaogang accumulated in his body; the moment for him to show off before others was imminent!

"Old thing, kneel down and kowtow to this Grandmaster now, then go call Flender over. This Grandmaster might consider showing mercy."

"Otherwise, if I end up beating you to death, don't blame this Grandmaster!"

Seeing this, Li Yusong didn't say a word, the phantom of the Dragon Pattern Staff in his hand flickering in and out of existence.

Bang—

One strike to the leg to prevent escape!

"Ahhhhhhh—"

Intense pain surged from Yu Xiaogang's leg, forcing him to his knees, unable to move. A scream like a slaughtered pig erupted from his throat.

Damn it, he was the continent's number one theoretical master; how could he be bullied again!

When he habitually raised his head to spout some harsh words, he discovered that the old man he had called a mud-legged peasant had six neat soul rings spiraling beneath his feet.

A Soul Emperor?

It's over, he kicked an iron plate again!

"Sen... Senior... Mis... misunderstanding!"

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly admitted his mistake. How could his small frame withstand a beating from a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse?

"Heh, know how to admit your mistake now? Too late!"

Bang—

Li Yusong swung the Dragon Pattern Staff in his hand with such force it whistled through the air, landing a strike squarely on Gangzi's abstract face.

This second strike hit the mouth, naturally to prevent any begging for mercy.

Sent flying, Xiaogang only saw stars; it felt as if his long-departed great-grandmother was waving at him.

"Wuwuwu, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I really am Flender's good brother..."

On the ground, Yu Xiaogang clutched his head and begged for mercy, but his dislocated jaw and hoarse voice made his words slurred and filled with nasal congestion.

Li Yusong: What is this trash barking about now? He must be putting on an act for me again! Take this staff!

Li Yusong turned a deaf ear to Yu Xiaogang's cries. He used the Dragon Pattern Staff like a baton, striking Gangzi repeatedly until he had beaten the arrogant flat-top into a bruised and swollen mess.

The pig-like screams at the entrance naturally attracted many onlookers. A yellow-haired loser curiously leaned in, "Teacher Li, what's going on here?"

Seeing that the newcomer was Dai Mubai, the big financier of Shrek Academy, Li Yusong loosened his slightly sore arm before explaining, "Mubai, this twenty-nine-level trash came up and tried to act like a master in front of me, even claiming to be an old acquaintance of Flender. Isn't that a joke?"

Dai Mubai nodded thoughtfully. If that was the case, then this trash deserved a beating.

After all, the school motto of Shrek Academy was that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre!

"Alright, Teacher Li, if there's nothing else, I'll head to Suotuo City."

However, as Dai Mubai passed by Yu Xiaogang, the latter grabbed onto him as if he were the last straw.

Blond hair, evil eyes, plus the secret correspondence he had exchanged with Flender over the years—Yu Xiaogang analyzed the situation with his world-class intellect and immediately recognized this person as the Third Prince of the Star Luo Empire.

Yu Xiaogang hugged Dai Mubai's thigh directly, smearing filth all over his luxurious clothes. "You're Dai Mubai, right? Go tell Flender that I am Yu Xiaogang!"

"With the guidance of this continent's number one theoretical master, you will soon be able to prove your talent and inevitably stand out during the future struggle for the throne!"

Yu Xiaogang's face was beaten into a pig's head, so naturally, Dai Mubai didn't hear a single word he said.

He had dressed up specifically today to find Xiao Hong and Xiao Lv, that pair of top-tier twins, in Suotuo City.

But now, seeing his luxurious clothes ruined, a nameless rage surged in his heart!

"Audacious peasant!"

Dai Mubai raised his palm and, without a frame of hesitation, slapped it hard against Yu Xiaogang's face.

"Unh, ahhhhhhhh—"

Soon, the scene was once again filled with Yu Xiaogang's painful wails and pleas for mercy. Only when Gangzi was completely beaten unconscious did Dai Mubai stop, feeling bored.

"Pah, what a piece of trash, daring to waste this young master's time!"

Spitting fiercely at Gangzi, who was in tatters like a beggar, Dai Mubai said to Li Yusong, "Teacher Li, don't worry about this trash. Since he keeps claiming to know Dean Flender, let's just wait until the Dean returns to deal with him."

"Mm."

At night, Flender was humming a tune happily as he returned to the academy from the small shop he ran in Suotuo City.

Today, he had swindled several suckers again using his exquisite marketing techniques. Life was truly looking up.

Upon reaching the academy, Flender didn't notice that in the bushes outside the gate, a disheveled, slightly sloppy flat-top was casting his gaze toward him.

At this moment, the weary expression on Gangzi's face froze instantly. When he confirmed that the middle-aged man standing at the doorway, wearing glasses and sporting a shoehorn-shaped face, was his good brother Flender, a glimmer of hope suddenly gathered in his weather-beaten eyes.

One, then two scorching teardrops slid down his dust-covered face.

The next second, unable to control the grievances and suppressed emotions in his heart any longer, he used his remaining strength to charge straight at his target, slamming heavily into Flender's embrace.

"Wuwuwu, Flender, my good brother, I've finally found you!"

Flender was utterly disgusted by this sudden embrace from a man who had appeared out of nowhere, dressed in rags, disheveled, with a face swollen like a pig's head, and emitting a nauseating stench.

"Who the hell are you? Let go of this Dean at once, or I will surely make you regret it!"

Flender tried to push the humanoid creature clinging to him away with force, but the man possessed some unknown source of strength, sticking to him like glue and refusing to let go no matter what.

Yu Xiaogang was getting desperate now. Flender was a Soul Saint; if he were to beat him up indiscriminately just like the people during the day, he most likely wouldn't be able to withstand it.