Forced Disciple Acceptance

Yu Xiaogang strode toward Tang Wu.

He wasted no words, extending his right hand with fingers splayed. With an irresistible force, he prepared to press down on Tang Wu's head to forcibly complete the apprenticeship ritual.

As Yu Xiaogang moved, the dark red System Panel above his head flared with a blinding, blood-red light.

Only Su Yu could see this crimson glow.

The light was so red it bordered on black, resembling fresh blood drawn from a corpse, exuding a nauseating, evil aura.

A line of bold task prompts popped up on the panel, the font size large enough to occupy the entire screen:

[Mandatory Task Issued: Take Tang Wu as your disciple! Success Reward: Immediately plunder 50% of her Luck Value!]

Seeing these words, the greed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes could no longer be concealed.

His face, which had previously seemed normal, tightened with excessive excitement, the muscles in his cheeks twitching slightly.

Fifty percent of her Luck Value!

As long as he pressed his hand down, as long as these three seconds passed, half of the heaven-sent fortune within this girl would be transferred entirely to him.

The bottleneck in his soul power, which had stagnated for years, would be shattered as easily as paper, and his mocked waste martial soul, Luo Sanpao, would finally undergo a true evolution.

This invisible power from the system instantly enveloped the entire office.

Although ordinary people could not see the System Panel, the power of the rules interfering with reality when the system activated was tangible.

The sandalwood incense smoke that had been swirling in the room suddenly froze in mid-air, and the air seemed to turn into viscous mire in an instant, pressing down until one could barely breathe.

Tang Wu bore the brunt of it, directly locked in place by this evil force.

She suddenly felt a surge of intense palpitations.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, as if it were trying to break through her ribs.

A profound sense of despair enveloped her.

She felt an invisible, barbed black hand reaching into her mind through her crown, attempting to forcibly strip away her soul and something of the utmost value.

Tang Wu turned pale with fright, her naturally rosy lips instantly losing their color.

Her pupils contracted sharply, her large eyes filled with terror.

She wanted to retreat, to hide in Su Yu's embrace, but to her horror, she discovered that her body would not obey her.

Her muscles had turned as rigid as stone; she could not move even a single pinky finger.

She could only watch helplessly as Yu Xiaogang's calloused hand descended, inch by inch, toward the top of her head.

"Brother Yu..."

Tang Wu screamed desperately in her heart, but not a sound could escape her throat, and her eyes quickly filled with tears of despair.

Standing to the side, Xiao Wu also sensed that something was wrong.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had chosen to reincarnate, Xiao Wu's perception of danger far exceeded that of human soul masters.

Although she did not understand what kind of sorcery Yu Xiaogang was performing, her instincts as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast made her hackles rise instantly.

The pinkish-white rabbit ears atop Xiao Wu's head stood straight up, and every hair on her body bristled.

She clearly felt an evil aura capable of threatening her very origin emanating from the man with the buzzcut.

"You are courting death!"

Xiao Wu's eyes turned cold, her crisp voice laced with intense killing intent.

Without hesitation, the soul power within her surged wildly through her meridians into her legs.

She stomped her right foot hard against the ground, leaving a visible crack in the sturdy red-wood floor.

She prepared to charge forward regardless of the cost to kick that hypocritical face of Yu Xiaogang's.

At this critical juncture, Su Yu moved.

Su Yu had been sitting in his chair, watching coldly; he had been waiting for the moment Yu Xiaogang's system fully activated and revealed its trump card.

The brilliant golden light deep within his eyes erupted, shining like two miniature suns within his pupils.

He pushed the power of the Eye of Truth to its limit, and the trajectory of the world's operation became clearly visible within his sight.

At the same time, the Innate Full Soul Power within him surged like a bursting dam, rushing through the meridians of his right arm and pouring entirely into his palm.

A dense, gray mist rapidly condensed in his hand.

Though the mist appeared soft, it radiated a terrifying pressure that completely transcended the laws of heaven and earth in the Douluo Continent.

In the blink of an eye, the gray mist solidified into the shape of a dusty eraser.

Second Martial Soul, Conceptual Eraser.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's palm was less than three inches from the top of Tang Wu's head.

The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face was completely distorted.

He could already hear the beautiful sound of Luck Value being credited in his mind.

He seemed to see the scene where, after draining Tang Wu's luck, his strength would skyrocket, allowing him to step directly into the realm of a Titled Douluo.

He fantasized about stepping upon the Pope's throne of the Martial Soul Hall, crushing the royal families of the two great empires under his fists, and making all the powerhouses of the entire Douluo Continent crawl and tremble at his feet.

"Give it to me!"

Yu Xiaogang roared frantically in his heart, his palm pressing down violently.

Su Yu let out a cold snort; the sound was not loud, yet it carried a composure that suggested he held everything in his grasp.

He did not even stand up, merely raising his right hand casually, gripping the gray Conceptual Eraser, and slashing it fiercely through the void from a distance of half a meter.

The gray power of rules ignored the distance of space, directly bypassing physical obstacles to slam heavily into the blood-red System Panel hovering above Yu Xiaogang's head.

There was no deafening explosion, nor any dazzling collision of soul power.

Yet, on the level of rules, this was a crushing blow akin to a dimensional strike.

As soon as the gray mist touched the dark red panel, the panel erupted with blinding red light, seemingly attempting to resist this external force of tampering.

The system emitted a shrill alarm, struggling to maintain the normal operation of the mission.

However, in the face of the absolute rules of the Conceptual Eraser, this resistance appeared pale and powerless.

The five characters "Take Tang Wu as an apprentice" on the panel began to distort violently under the erosion of the gray mist.

The edges of the font dissolved rapidly, as if they were candles melting under high heat.

The blood-red glow held out for only half a second before collapsing completely, disintegrating into specks of red light that dissipated into the air.

That line of mission prompts, which had originally determined the fate of Tang Wu, turned into a complete blank.

Yu Xiaogang's hand, pressing toward the top of Tang Wu's head, was forcibly blocked by an invisible barrier just half an inch from her hair.

No matter how much strength he exerted, he could not press down even a fraction further.

Su Yu retracted the Conceptual Eraser, using his finger as a pen.

Pure soul power condensed at his fingertip, and he began to slash rapidly across the blank System Panel in mid-air.

Golden soul power danced along with his fingertip, and a brand-new line of text quickly took shape on the panel.

A cold sneer played on the corner of Su Yu's mouth; he wanted to see what kind of spectacular expression this Grandmaster, who was full of high-sounding morality but actually filled with hypocrisy, would have when faced with such a mission.

Without the slightest hesitation, he filled in the new mission content.