A Challenge from Yu Xiaogang

Have you already forgotten how you nearly killed yourself three months ago while absorbing that six-hundred-and-fifty-year spirit ring?

However, he couldn't be bothered to remind him; the young master wouldn't listen anyway.

"Let's go, back we go!" Yu Xiaogang waved his hand grandly. "This Young Master is going back to properly train this spirit skill, and then I'll settle the score with that trash, Yu Hong!"

The group followed behind Yu Xiaogang, setting off on the road home.

Throughout the journey, Yu Xiaogang was in an excellent mood.

As he walked, he imagined the scene of himself using his spirit skill to beat Yu Hong until he was crawling on the floor, and he couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

Yu Hong, just you wait!

This time, this Young Master will definitely let you know who the true genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family is!

After returning to the family, Yu Xiaogang didn't even go home, heading straight to find Yu Hong.

He asked around along the way and learned that Yu Hong was practicing spirit skills at the training grounds.

"Perfect!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. "This Young Master will knock him flat right there in the training grounds in front of everyone!"

He quickened his pace toward the training grounds, followed by a few of his cronies.

These people were the ones who usually hung around Yu Xiaogang, specializing in flattery and cheering him on.

"Brother Xiaogang, you'll definitely win this time!"

"Exactly, exactly! What is Yu Hong anyway? How could he possibly be a match for Brother Xiaogang?"

"Brother Xiaogang's spirit skill is Luo Sanpao's fart; that power, tsk tsk tsk..."

Listening to these sycophants, Yu Xiaogang felt even more gratified.

That's right, this Young Master's spirit skill is Luo Sanpao's fart!

That is a lethal weapon capable of knocking people unconscious!

No matter how strong Yu Hong is, can he stop breathing?

As long as he smells Luo Sanpao's fart, even if he doesn't pass out, he'll be nauseous for a long time. When that happens, this Young Master will seize the chance to beat him up—isn't that as easy as pie?

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang's footsteps quickened.

Soon, he arrived at the training grounds.

On the field, Yu Hong was practicing his spirit skill.

He raised his right hand, a ball of light radiating intense heat coalescing in his palm, before he thrust it forward violently.

Whoosh—

The light ball streaked through the air like a meteor, accurately striking a wooden stake fifty meters away.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, the wooden stake was instantly blown into fragments, splinters flying everywhere.

"So powerful!"

"The power of Yu Hong's spirit skill is truly immense!"

"To be that accurate at a distance of fifty meters, it's too strong!"

The surrounding clansmen watching the display couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted slightly, but he quickly regained his smug look.

Hmph, so what if he can blow up a wooden stake?

What's so impressive about that?

This Young Master's spirit skill is an area-of-effect attack; it's much stronger than that light ball of his that can only hit a single point!

"Yu Hong!" Yu Xiaogang shouted loudly as he walked into the training grounds.

Yu Hong turned his head and saw Yu Xiaogang and the group behind him.

"Yu Xiaogang?" Yu Hong raised an eyebrow. "Are you healed?"

"Nonsense!" Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. "Not only is this Young Master healed, but I've also obtained a spirit ring! Now, this Young Master is also a Spirit Master!"

As he spoke, he released his martial soul.

A flash of light flickered, and Luo Sanpao appeared by his side.

That purple martial soul, looking like a cross between a pig and a dog, with its round body and bright blue eyes, looked adorably foolish.

A yellow ring circled its body—the century-old spirit ring Yu Xiaogang had just obtained.

"Do you see that?" Yu Xiaogang pointed at Luo Sanpao triumphantly. "This Young Master has a spirit skill now! Do you still dare to look down on this Young Master?"

Yu Hong glanced at Luo Sanpao, then back at Yu Xiaogang, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"And so?"

"And so?" Yu Xiaogang was infuriated by his calm demeanor. "And so, this Young Master is going to have a match with you! I'll let you know who the real genius is!"

The surrounding clansmen perked up the moment they heard this.

"Yu Xiaogang is going to fight Yu Hong?"

"This is going to be a good show!"

"Who do you think will win?"

"It has to be Yu Hong; his spirit ring is six hundred and twenty years old."

"That's not necessarily true. Yu Xiaogang's martial spirit is Luo Sanpao. I heard that its fart is incredibly foul; it might just knock Yu Hong out cold."

The crowd discussed it fervently, but most did not favor Yu Xiaogang.

After all, the gap between six hundred and twenty years and one hundred and ten years was simply too vast.

Upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's challenge, Yu Hong nodded without a second thought.

"Fine."

"You agree?" Yu Xiaogang was stunned, not expecting Yu Hong to accept so readily.

"Why wouldn't I?" Yu Hong shrugged. "I'm idle anyway, might as well play around with you."

"You!" Yu Xiaogang was infuriated by his nonchalant attitude. "Fine, don't regret this!"

"But there are too many people here." Yu Hong glanced around. "Let's go somewhere else, so we don't hurt any innocent bystanders."

Yu Xiaogang thought for a moment and nodded. "Fine, where do you suggest?"

"There's an open space behind the family estate; it's deserted and perfect for a fight."

"Let's go!"

The two left the training grounds one after the other, heading toward the back of the mountain.

Yu Xiaogang's group of fair-weather friends tried to follow, but Yu Xiaogang waved them away.

"Don't follow me! This young master is going to teach this trash a lesson all by himself!"

The group exchanged glances and had no choice but to stay put.

However, they didn't disperse, choosing instead to gather together and wait for the outcome.

"Do you think Xiaogang can win?"

"It's doubtful. That guy Yu Hong isn't easy to deal with."

"Sigh, I just hope Xiaogang doesn't get beaten too badly..."

In the clearing behind the mountain, Yu Hong and Yu Xiaogang stood facing each other.

They were about twenty meters apart, a distance perfectly suited for combat.

"Yu Hong, you'd better take this seriously," Yu Xiaogang sneered. "This young master won't show any mercy!"

"Rest assured, I will make you lose and be completely convinced of your defeat," Yu Hong said indifferently.

"You!" Yu Xiaogang was thoroughly enraged by his arrogant attitude. "Fine, then I'll let you witness this young master's true power!"

He let out a loud shout and released Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao appeared beside Yu Xiaogang, its round body and bright blue eyes making it look harmless.

But Yu Xiaogang knew that this guy's fart was a lethal weapon!

"Luo Sanpao, attack!" Yu Xiaogang yelled. "Give this young master a big one!"

Luo Sanpao seemed to understand Yu Xiaogang's command, its bright blue eyes suddenly lighting up.

The yellow ring circling its body began to vibrate violently, as if transforming into a curtain of light.

The next moment, Luo Sanpao's round body suddenly sprang up, soaring into the sky like a purple rubber ball.

Its figure climbed higher and higher, quickly reaching a height of five meters.

Then, it turned its body in mid-air, aiming its round backside directly at Yu Hong below.

"Fart like thunder, rending the heavens and splitting the earth, Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted at the top of his lungs, coordinating with Luo Sanpao's movements.