Yu Xiaogang's Challenge

Had he already forgotten how he'd nearly killed himself three months ago by absorbing a six-hundred-and-fifty-year Soul Ring?

But Yu Xiaogang couldn't be bothered to remind him. The young master wouldn't listen anyway.

"Come on, let's head back!" Yu Xiaogang waved his hand grandly. "This young master is going to practice this Soul Skill properly, then settle the score with that good-for-nothing Yu Hong!"

Everyone followed Yu Xiaogang and set off on the way back.

Yu Xiaogang was in an excellent mood the whole way.

As he walked, he imagined using his Soul Skill to beat Yu Hong until he was crawling, and couldn't help chuckling.

Yu Hong, just you wait!

This time, this young master will make you see who the true genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is!

After returning to the clan, Yu Xiaogang didn't even go home. He went straight to find Yu Hong.

He asked around along the way and learned that Yu Hong was practicing his Soul Skill at the training grounds.

"Perfect!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. "This young master will beat him flat in front of everyone at the training grounds!"

He hurried toward the training grounds, followed by a few fair-weather friends.

These people usually tagged along with Yu Xiaogang, specializing in flattering him and cheering him on.

"Brother Xiaogang, you're sure to win this time!"

"Exactly! What's Yu Hong? How could he possibly be a match for Brother Xiaogang?"

"Brother Xiaogang's Soul Skill is Luo Sanpao's fart. That thing's power, tsk, tsk..."

Listening to their flattery put Yu Xiaogang in an even better mood.

That's right. This young master's Soul Skill was Luo Sanpao's fart!

It was a devastating weapon that could stink people unconscious!

No matter how strong Yu Hong was, could he stop breathing?

As long as he smelled Luo Sanpao's fart, he'd either pass out or feel sick for ages. Then this young master could take the chance to beat him up. Wouldn't that be a piece of cake?

At the thought, Yu Xiaogang quickened his pace.

Before long, he arrived at the training grounds.

Yu Hong was practicing his Soul Skill there.

He raised his right hand, and a glowing orb radiating searing heat gathered in his palm. Then he thrust it forward.

Whoosh—

The orb streaked through the air like a meteor and struck a wooden post fifty meters away with pinpoint accuracy.

Boom!

A muffled explosion rang out, and the post instantly shattered, splinters flying in every direction.

"Impressive!"

"Yu Hong's Soul Skill is so powerful!"

"He hit it from fifty meters away and was still that accurate. Amazing!"

The clan members watching nearby cried out in astonishment.

Yu Xiaogang's expression shifted slightly at the sight, but soon he was wearing his smug look again.

Hmph, so he could blow up a wooden post. Big deal.

What was so impressive about that?

This young master's Soul Skill was an area attack. It was much better than that orb of his, which could only hit one spot!

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

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

"Yu Xiaogang?" Yu Hong raised an eyebrow. "You've recovered?"

"Of course!" Yu Xiaogang snorted. "Not only have I recovered, I've also obtained a Soul Ring! I'm a Soul Scholar now!"

As he spoke, he released his Martial Soul.

A flash of light, and Luo Sanpao appeared beside him.

The purple Martial Soul looked like a cross between a pig and a dog. It had a round body and bright blue eyes, and looked adorably silly.

A yellow halo circled its body: the Hundred-Year Soul Ring Yu Xiaogang had just obtained.

"See that?" Yu Xiaogang pointed at Luo Sanpao, brimming with pride. "This young master has a Soul Skill now! Do you still dare look down on me?"

Yu Hong glanced at Luo Sanpao, then at Yu Xiaogang, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"So?"

"So?" Yu Xiaogang was infuriated by his calm expression. "So this young master is going to fight you! I'll show you who the real genius is!"

The clan members nearby perked up at those words.

"Yu Xiaogang wants to fight Yu Hong?"

"This'll be a good show!"

"Who do you think will win?"

"Yu Hong, definitely. His Soul Ring is six hundred and twenty years old."

"Not necessarily. Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul is Luo Sanpao. I hear its fart reeks. Maybe it'll stink Yu Hong unconscious."

Everyone talked among themselves, but most didn't think Yu Xiaogang stood a chance.

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

Yu Hong didn't give the challenge a second thought before nodding.

"Sure."

"You agree?" Yu Xiaogang blinked, surprised that Yu Hong had accepted so readily.

"Why wouldn't I?" Yu Hong shrugged. "I'm just wasting time otherwise. I might as well humor you."

"You!" Yu Xiaogang was furious at his dismissive attitude. "Fine. Don't regret it!"

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

Yu Xiaogang thought it over, then nodded. "Fine. Where do you want to go?"

"There's an open area in the clan's back hills. Hardly anyone goes there, so it's perfect for a fight."

"Let's go!"

One after the other, they left the training grounds and headed for the back hills.

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

"Don't follow us. This young master is going to teach this good-for-nothing a lesson on his own!"

The group looked at one another, then had no choice but to stay behind.

But they didn't leave. Instead, they gathered together to wait for the outcome.

"Do you think Xiaogang can win?"

"Hard to say. Yu Hong's not easy to deal with."

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

In an open area in the back hills, Yu Hong and Yu Xiaogang stood facing each other.

They stood about twenty meters apart, just the right distance for a fight.

"Yu Hong, you'd better take this seriously," Yu Xiaogang sneered. "This young master won't go easy on you!"

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you lose fair and square," Yu Hong said calmly.

"You!" Yu Xiaogang was thoroughly enraged by his arrogant attitude. "Fine! I'll show you what this young master can do!"

He shouted and released Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao appeared beside Yu Xiaogang. With its round body and bright blue eyes, it looked completely harmless.

But Yu Xiaogang knew that its fart was a devastating weapon!

"Luo Sanpao, go!" Yu Xiaogang shouted. "Give this young master a big one!"

Luo Sanpao seemed to understand him. Its bright blue eyes suddenly lit up.

The yellow halo circling its body began to tremble violently, as if it had turned into a curtain of light.

The next instant, Luo Sanpao's round body sprang into the air. Like a purple ball, it shot skyward with a whoosh.

It kept rising, quickly reaching a height of five meters.

Then it twisted around in midair, pointing its round rump down at Yu Hong.

"Fart Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted, matching Luo Sanpao's movements.