Inciting Public Wrath, Yu Xiaogang Suffers Terribly

"Damn it, screw your fans!"

"I'll kill you!"

The burly man couldn't stand his narcissism any longer, swinging a fist the size of a sandbag and hammering it toward him.

This was absolutely the most narcissistic, most disgusting person he had ever seen in his life, bar none.

The Scumbag Ranking was right; this man was far too overconfident.

Yu Xiaogang watched the incoming fist, unable to dodge in time, and could only watch helplessly as the fist grew larger and larger, slamming into his face.

Bang!

Yu Xiaogang fell heavily to the ground.

The pain radiating from his face drove him to the brink of madness.

It hurt too much.

Had his face been disfigured?

Yu Xiaogang clutched his face, pulled a mirror from his robes, and took a look.

He discovered his face was swollen!

"Ah, damn you! You actually injured my dashing, handsome face."

"I'll fight you to the death!"

"Farts like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang, who cherished his 'handsome face' dearly, summoned his Luo Sanpao martial soul and released his first soul skill.

A cloud of yellow gas erupted from Luo Sanpao's chubby backside.

The thick, pungent stench made everyone present feel nauseated.

"Ah, it stinks!"

"You're pathetic, and your martial soul is just as disgusting!"

"Die!"

The burly man was closest to Yu Xiaogang and was the first to be hit by the fart.

Although it didn't have much destructive power, it was incredibly foul, and its power to humiliate was extremely strong.

Bang!

Yu Xiaogang's face took another punch, and he fell once again.

This time, he calmed down.

The opponent's strength was far greater than his own; fleeing was the only sensible path.

No matter how important his handsome face was, it wasn't as important as his life.

Thus, without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang unleashed his second soul skill, "Farts like smoke, Hypnotic Slumber Luo Sanpao."

Luo Sanpao let out another fart.

This fart was not only foul but also had a certain hypnotic effect, making anyone who smelled it feel lightheaded.

To ensure a safe escape, Yu Xiaogang had Luo Sanpao fart continuously.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings were enveloped in yellow gas, making it impossible to see what was happening.

Everyone was so choked by the foul-smelling farts that they dared not breathe, running around in a panic, desperate to escape the stench-filled environment.

Seeing his chance, Yu Xiaogang took advantage of the chaos and fled.

As soon as he was far away, the yellow gas, lacking the support of Luo Sanpao's soul power, quickly dissipated.

However, everyone was still coated in the disgusting odor.

"Damn it, it stinks! Where did that farting freak Yu Xiaogang go!"

The burly man looked left and right through the crowd, but he couldn't find a trace of Yu Xiaogang, and he was so angry he jumped with rage.

"Yu Xiaogang is over there, come quickly!"

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out.

Everyone looked toward the sound and, sure enough, saw Yu Xiaogang clutching Luo Sanpao and fleeing rapidly.

"Damn it!"

"Brothers, don't let that farting freak get away!"

The burly man roared and gave chase at top speed.

The others, their faces twisted in anger, followed closely behind.

Seeing everyone catching up, Yu Xiaogang patted Luo Sanpao on the head. "Sanpao, whether we can escape depends on you. Hurry up and release the Poison Gas Bomb!"

Luo Sanpao was terrified too, so it gathered its soul power, intending to release a massive Poison Gas Bomb.

"Screw your mother, you still dare to fart everywhere!"

"I'll kick you right back!"

Just as Luo Sanpao was about to unleash its attack, a black shadow suddenly flickered past.

Immediately after, a thin, small man appeared before Yu Xiaogang and kicked Luo Sanpao right in the backside.

Luo Sanpao suffered a heavy blow, its soul skill was interrupted, and the entire 'Poison Gas Bomb' exploded within its body, causing a severe backlash as it retreated back into Yu Xiaogang.

No matter how much Yu Xiaogang called out, it refused to come back out.

"Can't call out your martial soul anymore? Now, let me show you my methods!"

The thin man glanced at him coldly, swung his arm, and slapped him across the face.

Yu Xiaogang was stunned by the slap!

Before he could even recover his senses, he was slapped again.

Just as the thin man was about to continue, a lecherous-looking man with a sharp, pointed face suddenly appeared, shoved him aside, and kicked Yu Xiaogang in the leg.

The intense pain forced Yu Xiaogang to his knees.

"Move aside, it's my turn now!"

A burly man ran over and delivered a direct kick to his stomach.

In that instant, Yu Xiaogang couldn't catch his breath and began rolling on the ground.

It took a long time for him to recover enough to breathe; he had nearly suffocated to death.

"Everyone, stop!"

"If you keep hitting him like this, Yu Xiaogang won't be able to take it."

"I suggest we form a line, with everyone getting only one chance to strike!"

"While we're at it, find all the nearby healing-type soul masters to treat his injuries."

"We can't let him die just like that; we must let everyone vent their anger for Her Majesty the Pope!"

"I'll cover all the costs for the healing-type soul masters to treat his wounds!"

Just as everyone was about to swarm him, a handsome young man with delicate features stepped forward.

If Yu Xiaogang died, there would be no more fun to be had.

"I think that works; after all, Yu Xiaogang belongs to everyone."

The burly man was the first to agree.

There was no helping it; there were too many people, and lining up one by one was the best method.

"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 can treat him for free."

"But there's one condition: I get to hit him twice!"

A healing-type soul master stepped forward voluntarily.

Money was easy to earn, but an opportunity like this was hard to come by.

"That's right, I'm a healing-type soul master too, and I don't want money either—I want to hit him an extra time!"

"Otherwise, I won't participate in the healing!"

Once there was one, there was a second, then a third.

All the healing-type soul masters voiced their support for the first one's suggestion.

"Fine, I think that's no problem. You guys go first."

The handsome young man made the decision for everyone and organized them into a line.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the endless sea of people, and he felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

How did it come to this?

What exactly had he done wrong to deserve such severe humiliation?

He refused to accept this!

"Alright, let's begin. Everyone, watch your strength—don't beat him to death!"

Seeing that the time was right, the handsome young man immediately announced the start of the Teacher-Abuse Assembly.

The moment he gave the order, the three healing-type soul masters at the front of the line walked toward Yu Xiaogang with evil grins on their faces.

The burly man, the sharp-faced man, and the thin man were responsible for maintaining order to prevent Yu Xiaogang from escaping.

"Y-you guys, don't come over here!"

Looking at the three men's wicked smiles, Yu Xiaogang panicked instantly, kicking his legs as he tried to scramble backward.

But the burly man was standing right behind him, completely blocking his path.

"Little darling, don't run away. Just wait patiently for everyone's affection."

"You'll find that this process is quite exhilarating; it's something you'll remember for the rest of your life."

"Remember, in your next life, make sure not to be a human. Being a dog in heat would suit you best."

Yu Xiaogang realized he couldn't escape and fell into utter despair.

"You—you can beat me, but please, whatever you do, don't hit my face."

"I still have to rely on this handsome face to make a living in the future."

Choosing to compromise, Yu Xiaogang hoped to save his precious mug.

"Damn it, we're at a time like this and you're still spouting such nauseating nonsense."

"It's exactly this stinking face of yours that we're here to hit!"

"Give it to him! Slap him hard!"

One of the healing-type spirit masters, unable to stomach his narcissism any longer, landed two heavy slaps before turning to walk away.

The others followed suit, focusing their efforts primarily on his face.

Before long, Yu Xiaogang's face was swollen like a pig's.

But under the ministrations of the healing-type spirit masters, his pig-like face would quickly return to normal.

And so, one after another, everyone took turns hitting only Yu Xiaogang's face, until he became completely numb to the pain.

"Hitting the face is getting boring; let's try something fresh."

"When dealing with a scumbag, the most important thing is to make sure he can no longer be a man!"