[Dongzi, you finally did something right. You almost made Pipi Thunderbolt come out. Today, I'll spare you the scolding for having no brains.]
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at him.
Did he want to take a look at how idiotic his own words were? She really wanted to bite him.
Calm down. She had to stay calm. She couldn't let this dog of a man get to her.
Bibi Dong suppressed her emotions and waved at the people from Spirit Hall Academy.
They finally released the hands covering their groins.
They had never expected the Saintess, who usually seemed as sweet and naive as a silly innocent girl, to possess such a one-move finishing technique.
Who said there was no true empathy in this world?
They grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arms again, intending to take him away.
(It hurts, it hurts so much. Even if you have a crush on this young master, you didn't need to use so much force, did you?)
(Look at that. Afraid this young master might get hurt, she arranged for me to leave early. Everything made perfect sense.)
Yu Xiaogang even deliberately relaxed his curled-up body so the Spirit Hall people could carry him away more easily.
Lu Mingchuan twitched his lips. Realizing he had not finished his act yet, he shouted, "Let go of that weakling!"
No one had expected Lu Mingchuan to suddenly make such a fuss at this moment. The Spirit Hall Academy people who had just lifted Yu Xiaogang were so startled that they let go.
Yu Xiaogang slammed headfirst into the ground with a dull thud.
Lu Mingchuan was startled by Yu Xiaogang's face-first fall as well, but clearly, he possessed all the professionalism of an actor.
He charged forward at just the right moment, only to be stopped by the Old Butler in front of him.
Disappointment filled his eyes. "Bibi Dong, you've truly disappointed me. For the sake of protecting an irrelevant person like him, you were actually planning to put on such a self-inflicted act."
"It's either him or me!"
The emotion Lu Mingchuan projected sent chills through the surrounding spectators.
Only the Old Butler blocking him silently wiped the spittle from his face.
[I'm seriously too smart. Now I've patched the plot back together.]
[What a useless fool. Couldn't you make an enemy out of me before showing off? Now I have to handle it myself.]
[Hehe... confused, aren't you? Only the people who wronged you know how wronged you really are.]
When the surrounding spectators heard Lu Mingchuan's words, it was as though the wrinkles in their brains had been smoothed out.
"So that's what it was. I was wondering, aren't these soul masters the Saintess's guards? Why were they treating that scruffy bastard so gently? They were one stretcher away from carrying him off."
"And it turns out this guy knew the Saintess. That's why he said, the moment they met, that they could ask him if they had any questions."
"Tsk, tsk..."
Everyone's way of thinking changed because of Lu Mingchuan's words.
Bibi Dong stared at them in disbelief. These people were the real idiots, weren't they? Her kick had nearly turned Yu Xiaogang into a eunuch, yet they still claimed she knew him and was protecting him.
No wonder Lu Mingchuan said that whenever Yu Xiaogang spoke, the world's knowledge of spirits dropped by a hundredfold while his own remained unchanged.
So that was the reasoning behind it.
Heh... protecting him? She would show them what her protection really looked like.
Bibi Dong was so furious that she was already cursing in her heart.
She walked over, shoved aside the Spirit Hall Academy soul masters who were slowly lifting Yu Xiaogang, and gave him two more Groin Kicks.
"You lot, beat him half to death. Otherwise, every single one of you will get extra training today."
"No exceptions."
Bibi Dong's cold, furious voice made them all shudder.
It was the first time they had seen such an expression on Bibi Dong's face. Their minds instantly cleared, and their movements became swift and decisive.
Fists and feet rained down on Yu Xiaogang.
The two extra kicks Bibi Dong had given him hurt so badly that Yu Xiaogang could not even spare attention for the storm of pain battering the rest of his body.
(Is that all? This little pain only tortures my body. My will shall not change in the slightest.)
(I'll make you people who look down on me understand how formidable I am.)
(Once I latch onto that idiotic Saintess... come on, your fists and kicks are merely nourishment for my growth.)
Bibi Dong had thought Yu Xiaogang might be different somehow. Instead, he was just as shameless as ever.
And why was this guy's vitality as tenacious as a cockroach's? Was he really that hard to kill?
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's inner thoughts gave Lu Mingchuan a chill.
He was not worried about the guy dying in the slightest. Someone who could withstand an attack from a Title Douluo would be like meeting children when faced with the fists and feet of people not much stronger than him.
Still, this guy's will was quite tenacious.
The Spirit Hall Academy students' arms grew tired from throwing punches.
At last, they looked at Bibi Dong, drenched in sweat.
Bibi Dong stared in surprise at Yu Xiaogang, who seemed to have suffered only superficial injuries, then shooed the others away as though swatting flies and told them to carry him out of her sight.
Could this guy be a Body Spirit? He was absurdly tough.
But when she recalled Lu Mingchuan's inner thoughts, she immediately dismissed the idea. How could that be possible? Those who trained their bodies all had explosive tempers. Otherwise, why would he not fight back and only know how to take a beating?
Only after seeing Yu Xiaogang carried away did Lu Mingchuan step down from the Old Butler's restraining hand and unhurriedly smooth out the wrinkled clothes on his body.
Bibi Dong's two kicks had completely dispelled the idea among the nearby onlookers that she had been protecting Yu Xiaogang.
They had never been this ruthless even toward their enemies. If this was how she treated a good friend, they would eat the stone bricks on the ground.
Lu Mingchuan was not embarrassed at all. He had been playing someone furious just now. Angry people could say anything in the heat of the moment. Who could blame him?
Still, Xiaogang had been kicked three times. Was he crippled for good now?
The people from Spirit Hall Academy carried Yu Xiaogang away and casually set him down somewhere.
"This guy really is thick-skinned. We beat him for so long that my hands are swollen."
"Seriously. Look at my shoes—they got kicked apart from stomping on him."
"Hehe... you're all idiots. Why not use Soul Power to protect yourselves? Too bad I was the only smart one who did."
One person waved him off. "Go, go, go. We just didn't use Soul Power because, for some reason, we rather admired this guy, all right?"
"Yeah. But admiration doesn't put food on the table. The Saintess told us to beat him, so we beat him."
Although they did not understand why they felt that way, everyone was just trying to earn a living. A guy like him had better stay away from them.
"Let's go..."
One person crouched down and patted Yu Xiaogang's face. "Stop pretending. Your breathing is perfectly fine, yet you're still pretending to have been beaten unconscious."
"We're leaving."
After they left, Yu Xiaogang slowly opened his eyes.
He immediately glared after them with venomous hatred, but the pain below his waist snapped him back to reality.
It made him curl up like a shrimp again.
"Damn it. I, Yu Xiaogang, am destined to become a Grandmaster renowned throughout the world. I'll make you regret this."
Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized something.
"My Xiaogang, you have to stand up... no..."
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