"Fuck, your fans? My ass!"
"I'll kill you!"
The burly man couldn't stand his narcissism. He swung a fist as big as a cooking pot and punched him.
This was definitely the most narcissistic, most disgusting person he had ever seen in his life. There was no one else like him.
The Scumbag Ranking had been right. This man was far too full of himself.
Yu Xiaogang watched the fist coming at him, but didn't have time to dodge. All he could do was watch helplessly as it grew larger and larger, then slammed into his face.
Thud!
Yu Xiaogang crashed heavily to the ground.
The pain in his face drove him nearly mad.
It hurt so much.
Had his face been ruined?
Yu Xiaogang covered his face, pulled a mirror from his clothes, and looked.
His face had swollen up!
"Ah, damn you! How dare you hurt my handsome, irresistible face?"
"I'll fight you to the death!"
"Farts like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Yu Xiaogang treasured his "handsome face." He summoned his Luo Sanpao Martial Soul and unleashed his first Soul Skill.
A cloud of yellow gas sprayed from Luo Sanpao's chubby rear.
The pungent stench made everyone present feel sick.
"Ugh, it reeks!"
"You're awful, and your Martial Soul is disgusting too!"
"Die!"
The burly man was closest to Yu Xiaogang, and he was also the first to get blasted by the fart.
It didn't have much force, but it stank terribly, and its power to humiliate was immense.
Thud!
Yu Xiaogang took another punch to the face and fell over again.
This time, he calmed down.
His opponent was far stronger than he was. The wisest thing to do was to get away first.
No matter how important his handsome face was, it wasn't more important than his life.
So Yu Xiaogang immediately unleashed his second Soul Skill: "Farts like smoke, lulling them to sleep—Luo Sanpao!"
Luo Sanpao let out another fart.
This one not only stank, it also had a mild soporific effect. Anyone who smelled it was liable to feel dizzy.
To make sure he could escape safely, Yu Xiaogang had Luo Sanpao keep farting.
In the blink of an eye, the yellow gas enveloped the area, obscuring everything around them.
The crowd, overwhelmed by the stench, didn't dare breathe. They ran around, desperate to get away from the foul-smelling place as quickly as possible.
Seeing his chance, Yu Xiaogang slipped away in the chaos.
As soon as he got some distance, the yellow gas quickly dispersed without Luo Sanpao's Soul Power sustaining it.
But the revolting smell still clung to everyone's clothes.
"Fuck, it stinks! Where'd that farting freak Yu Xiaogang go?"
The burly man searched left and right through the crowd, but couldn't find Yu Xiaogang anywhere. He was so angry he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Yu Xiaogang's over here! Hurry!"
Suddenly, a shrill shout rang out.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and spotted Yu Xiaogang fleeing with Luo Sanpao in his arms.
"Damn!"
"Brothers, don't let that farting freak get away!"
The burly man let out a shout and chased after him at top speed.
The others were furious too, and followed close behind.
When Yu Xiaogang saw them catching up, he patted Luo Sanpao on the head. "Sanpao, whether the two of us can get away depends on you. Hurry and unleash the Poison Gas Bomb!"
Luo Sanpao was scared too. It gathered its Soul Power, preparing to release a massive Poison Gas Bomb.
"Fuck you! You're still farting everywhere?"
"I'll kick it right back in!"
But just as Luo Sanpao was about to let it loose, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past.
In the next instant, a skinny man appeared before Yu Xiaogang and kicked Luo Sanpao in the rear.
The heavy blow interrupted Luo Sanpao's Soul Skill. The entire "Poison Gas Bomb" exploded inside its body, causing a severe backlash that sent it back into Yu Xiaogang.
No matter how much Yu Xiaogang called for it, it wouldn't come out.
"Can't summon your Martial Soul anymore, can you? Now I'll show you what I can do!"
The skinny man gave him a cold glance, raised his hand, and slapped him.
Yu Xiaogang was dazed by the slap!
Before he could recover, he got slapped again.
Just as the skinny man was about to keep going, a leering, sharp-chinned man suddenly appeared, shoved him aside, and kicked Yu Xiaogang in the leg.
The intense pain made Yu Xiaogang drop straight to his knees.
"Move! It's my turn!"
The burly man ran over and kicked him right in the stomach.
In that instant, Yu Xiaogang couldn't breathe and rolled around on the ground.
It took a long time before he could catch his breath. He'd nearly suffocated.
"Everyone, stop!"
"If you keep beating him like this, Yu Xiaogang won't be able to take it."
"I suggest we form a line and give everyone just one chance to hit him!"
"While we're at it, let's find all the healing-type Soul Masters nearby and have them treat his injuries."
"We can't let him die just like that. Everyone needs a chance to vent their anger on behalf of the Pope!"
"I'll cover whatever it costs for the healing-type Soul Masters to treat his injuries!"
Just as everyone was about to swarm him, a handsome young man with delicate features stepped forward.
If Yu Xiaogang died, there'd be no fun left.
"I think that works. Yu Xiaogang belongs to all of us, after all."
The burly man was the first to agree.
There were simply too many people. Taking turns, one by one, was the best approach.
"What do you take us healing-type Soul Masters for? Do you think we care about that little bit of money?"
"I don't want money. I'll treat him for free."
"But on one condition: I get to hit him twice!"
"Otherwise, I won't help treat him!"
A healing-type Soul Master stepped forward of his own accord.
Money was easy to earn, but a chance like this was hard to come by.
"Right, I'm a healing-type Soul Master too. I don't want money either. I want to hit him one extra time!"
"Otherwise, I won't help treat him!"
Once one person spoke up, a second and then a third followed.
All the healing-type Soul Masters agreed with the first one's proposal.
"Good. I don't see a problem with that. You can go first."
The handsome young man made the decision on everyone's behalf and organized them into a line.
Yu Xiaogang stared at the endless sea of people and felt like he was about to fall apart.
How had things come to this?
What had he done to deserve such terrible humiliation?
He refused to accept it!
"All right, let's begin. Everyone, watch how hard you hit him. Don't kill him!"
Seeing that the time was right, the handsome young man announced the start of the Teacher-Abuse Assembly.
As soon as he gave the order, the first three healing-type Soul Masters stepped toward Yu Xiaogang with wicked smiles.
The burly man, the sharp-chinned man, and the skinny man were in charge of keeping order and making sure Yu Xiaogang couldn't escape.
"You—you guys, don't come any closer!"
Yu Xiaogang stared at their wicked smiles and panicked. He dragged himself backward with his legs.
But the burly man stood right behind him, blocking his way.
"Sweetheart, don't run. Just wait patiently for everyone to have their turn with you."
"You'll find the whole process delightfully intense. You'll remember it for the rest of your life."
"Remember, next time you're reincarnated, don't be human. You'd be much better off as a randy teddy dog."
Yu Xiaogang realized he couldn't escape and fell into utter despair.
"You—you can hit me, but don't hit my face."
"I still need this handsome face to make a living."
Having decided to give in, Yu Xiaogang hoped he could at least save his face.
"Fuck, even now you're still saying such disgusting things?"
"Your ugly mug is exactly what we're hitting!"
"Slap him hard!"
One of the healing-type Soul Masters couldn't stand his narcissism either. He slapped Yu Xiaogang twice, then turned and left.
The people who came after him focused on hitting his face too.
Before long, Yu Xiaogang's face had swollen up like a pig's.
But with the healing-type Soul Masters treating him, the pig's face quickly went back down.
And so it went, one person after another, hitting only Yu Xiaogang's face until he'd gone numb.
"Just hitting his face is no fun. Let's try something new."
"Right. The key to dealing with a scumbag is making sure he can't be a man anymore!"