Forcibly Taking a Disciple

Yu Xiaogang strode up to Tang Wu.

Without a word, he reached out with his right hand, fingers spread, and brought it down with an irresistible force, intending to press it onto Tang Wu's head and complete the apprenticeship ceremony by force.

As Yu Xiaogang moved, the dark-red System Panel above his head suddenly blazed with a dazzling crimson light.

Only Su Yu could see the blood-red glow.

The light was so dark it was almost black, like blood freshly drawn from a corpse, and it carried an evil stench that made one sick.

A large mission prompt popped up on the panel, its lettering so huge it nearly filled the entire screen:

[Forced Mission Issued: Take Tang Wu as your disciple! Successful Reward: Immediately plunder 50% of her luck!]

At the sight of those words, Yu Xiaogang could no longer conceal the greed in his eyes.

His normally unremarkable face tightened with excessive excitement, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched.

Fifty percent of her luck!

All he had to do was lower his hand. Once these three seconds were up, half the blessings of heaven and earth bestowed upon the girl before him would transfer entirely to him.

The Soul Power bottleneck that had stalled him for years would be pierced as easily as paper, and his much-mocked Trash Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, would finally undergo a true evolution.

The invisible power of the System instantly enveloped the entire office.

Though ordinary people could not see the System Panel, the force of the rules that the System used to interfere with reality was undeniably real.

The sandalwood incense smoke curling through the room suddenly froze in midair. The air seemed to turn into a thick, cloying mire in an instant, pressing the breath from everyone's lungs.

Tang Wu bore the brunt of it, directly subjected to the lock of that evil force.

She suddenly felt a violent pang of dread.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, as though it were about to burst through her ribs.

A profound sense of despair wrapped around her.

She felt an invisible black hand, bristling with barbs, reaching through the crown of her head and into her mind, trying to forcibly tear away her soul and something precious beyond measure.

Tang Wu was so frightened that her face turned deathly pale, the color draining from her normally rosy lips in an instant.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and terror filled her wide eyes.

She wanted to step back, to hide in Su Yu's arms, but to her horror, her body wouldn't obey her at all.

Every muscle had turned to rigid stone. She couldn't even move her little finger.

All she could do was watch as Yu Xiaogang's calloused hand slowly pressed down toward the top of her head.

"Brother Yu..."

Tang Wu screamed desperately in her heart, but not a sound came from her throat. Tears of despair quickly welled in her eyes.

Xiao Wu, standing nearby, also sensed that something was wrong.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had reincarnated, Xiao Wu's sense of danger far surpassed that of human Soul Masters.

She didn't understand what kind of sorcery Yu Xiaogang was using, but her instincts as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast made her bristle in an instant.

The pink-and-white rabbit ears atop Xiao Wu's head shot upright, and every hair on her body stood on end.

She could clearly sense an evil aura pouring from that buzz-cut man—one potent enough to threaten her very essence.

"You're asking to die!"

Xiao Wu's eyes turned cold, and her clear voice brimmed with murderous intent.

Without hesitation, Soul Power surged through her meridians and flooded into her legs.

She stamped her right foot into the ground, cracking the hard mahogany floorboards beneath her.

She was about to charge forward, no matter the cost, and kick Yu Xiaogang's hypocritical face across the room.

At that critical moment, Su Yu moved.

Su Yu had remained seated, watching coldly all along. He had been waiting for this very moment: for the System inside Yu Xiaogang to fully activate and reveal its trump card.

Brilliant golden light burst from the depths of his eyes, like two miniature suns flaring to life in his pupils.

He pushed the power of the Eye of Truth to its limit, and the workings of the entire world became clear in his sight.

At the same time, his Innate Full Soul Power surged through him like a river bursting its banks. It rushed along the meridians of his right arm and poured into the palm of his right hand.

A dense gray mist rapidly gathered in his palm.

The mist looked gentle, yet it radiated a terrifying pressure that stood entirely above the laws of the Douluo Continent.

In the blink of an eye, it solidified into a dull-gray eraser.

His Second Martial Soul, the Conceptual Eraser.

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

The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face had twisted beyond recognition.

He could almost hear the delightful sound of luck being credited to him.

He could already see himself draining Tang Wu's luck, soaring in strength, and stepping straight into the ranks of the Titled Douluo.

He imagined himself striding across the throne of the Spirit Hall's Pope, pummeling the royal houses of the two great empires, and making every powerhouse across the Douluo Continent kneel at his feet, trembling.

"Hand it over!"

Yu Xiaogang roared in feverish excitement in his heart and slammed his hand downward.

Su Yu gave a cold snort. His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried the calm of someone in complete control.

He didn't even get up. He simply raised his right hand, holding the gray Conceptual Eraser, and made a casual slash through the air from half a meter away.

The gray power of the rules ignored the distance between them, crossed the barriers of the physical world, and slammed into the blood-red System Panel above Yu Xiaogang's head.

There was no deafening explosion, no dazzling clash of Soul Power.

But on the level of the rules, it was a crushing attack from a higher dimension.

The instant the gray mist touched the dark-red panel, a blinding crimson light erupted from it, as if trying to resist this foreign power rewriting its rules.

The System blared a shrill alarm, struggling to keep the mission running as intended.

Yet in the face of the Conceptual Eraser's absolute rules, that resistance was pale and powerless.

The five words "Take Tang Wu as your disciple" on the panel began to twist violently under the erosion of the gray mist.

The edges of the characters melted away rapidly, like candles exposed to intense heat.

The crimson light held out for only half a second before collapsing completely, dissolving into specks of red that faded into the air.

The mission prompt that had been set to determine Tang Wu's fate vanished entirely, leaving nothing but a blank space.

Yu Xiaogang's hand, descending toward Tang Wu's head, struck an invisible barrier just half an inch from her hair.

No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't force it down even a fraction farther.

Su Yu put away the Conceptual Eraser and used his finger as a pen.

Concentrated Soul Power gathered at his fingertip as he rapidly traced across the blank System Panel suspended in midair.

Golden Soul Power danced with his finger, and a brand-new line of text quickly took shape on the panel.

A cold smile tugged at Su Yu's lips. He wanted to see what kind of marvelous expression this so-called Grandmaster—so full of talk about benevolence and righteousness, yet rotten to the core—would make when faced with a mission like this.

Without the slightest hesitation, he entered the new mission details.