Double Critical Strike

[Dongzi, you finally did one thing right. I nearly farted like thunder just now. Today, brother will refrain from calling you brainless for the time being.]

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at him.

Did he want to check if the word "idiot" was hidden in that sentence? She really wanted to take a bite out of him.

Calm down, stay calm, don't let this dog of a man get to you.

Bibi Dong suppressed her emotions and waved her hand at the people from Spirit Hall Academy.

They also loosened their grip on their crotches.

They never expected that the Saintess, who usually acted as sweet and naive as a fool, would actually use such a one-hit-kill move.

Who said there was no such thing as true empathy in this world?

They grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arms again, intending to take him away.

(Pain, so painful. Even if you have a crush on this young master, you don't need to use so much force.)

(Look, she's afraid of me getting hurt, so she's having me leave early. Everything is so logical.)

Yu Xiaogang even deliberately relaxed his curled-up body to make it easier for the Spirit Hall group to carry him away.

Lu Mingchuan twitched his lips, realizing his act wasn't over yet, and shouted, "Let go of that weakling!!"

No one expected Lu Mingchuan to startle everyone at this moment, causing the Spirit Hall Academy students who had just lifted him up to be so scared that they let go.

Yu Xiaogang hit the ground face-first, making a dull thud.

Lu Mingchuan was also taken aback by Yu Xiaogang falling to the ground like a dog eating dirt, but clearly, he possessed the full professionalism of an actor.

He timed his charge perfectly, only to be stopped by the Old Butler in front of him.

Disappointment flowed in his eyes: "Bibi Dong, you've disappointed me so much. To think you would use a bitter-meat trick just to protect a complete stranger."

"This guy and I are irreconcilable enemies!!"

The emotions Lu Mingchuan stirred up made the surrounding spectators feel a chill.

Only the Old Butler blocking him silently wiped the spit off his own face.

[I am truly too clever. This rounds out the plot perfectly.]

[What a piece of trash. Can't he just make an enemy of me before trying to act cool? Now I have to rely on myself to do it.]

[Heh... confused, aren't you? Only those who wrong you know just how wronged you really are.]

When the surrounding spectators heard Lu Mingchuan's words, the wrinkles in their brains seemed to be smoothed out.

"So that's it. I was wondering, aren't these Soul Masters the Saintess's guards? Why are they treating this disheveled guy so gently, almost like they were about to bring a stretcher to carry him?"

"And this guy actually knows the Saintess, which is why he said 'if you have questions, you can ask me' the moment they met."

"Tsk tsk..."

Everyone changed their way of thinking based on Lu Mingchuan's words.

Bibi Dong looked at them in disbelief. These people were the real idiots. That kick of hers almost turned Yu Xiaogang into a eunuch, yet they claimed she knew him and was protecting him.

No wonder Lu Mingchuan said that after Yu Xiaogang spoke, the world's knowledge of spirits dropped a hundredfold, while he remained unchanged.

So that was the logic behind it.

Heh... protection. Let me show you what real protection from this lady looks like.

Bibi Dong was so angry she was cursing in her heart.

She walked over, pushed aside the few Spirit Hall Academy Soul Masters who were slowly lifting Yu Xiaogang, and delivered two more Groin Kicks.

"All of you, beat him to death, or else everyone here is getting extra training today."

"Not a single one escapes."

Bibi Dong's cold, angry voice made them all shiver.

It was their first time seeing Bibi Dong with such an expression. Their minds cleared instantly, and their movements became agile.

Fists and feet rained down on Yu Xiaogang.

Because of the two extra kicks Bibi Dong had just landed, Yu Xiaogang was in unbearable pain, unable to even focus on the torrential downpour of blows hitting him.

(Is that it? This bit of pain only ravages my body, but my will shall not change in the slightest.)

(I will let you people who look down on me know of my greatness.)

(Once I latch onto this idiotic Saintess... come, your fists and feet are just nutrients for my progress.)

Bibi Dong had thought there was something different about Yu Xiaogang, but it turned out he was still just as shameless.

And how was this guy's vitality so stubborn, like a cockroach?

Lu Mingchuan felt a chill upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's inner voice.

He wasn't worried about this guy dying at all. Someone who could withstand a hit from a Title Douluo would treat these punches and kicks from people not much stronger than him like playing with children.

It was just that this guy's will was quite stubborn.

The Spirit Hall Academy students were all tired from swinging their fists.

Finally, they looked at Bibi Dong, covered in sweat.

Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang, who seemed to have only suffered superficial wounds, with surprise. She waved them off like flies, telling them to get him out of her sight.

Could this guy have a Body Spirit? He was so resistant to beating.

But as soon as she thought of Lu Mingchuan's earlier inner voice, she dismissed the idea. How could that be? Body Spirit cultivators were all short-tempered. If he weren't, why wouldn't he fight back instead of just taking the beating?

Lu Mingchuan only stepped down from the Old Butler's restraint once Yu Xiaogang was carried away, leisurely smoothing out his wrinkled clothes.

Bibi Dong's two kicks earlier had completely shattered the notion among the onlookers that she was protecting Yu Xiaogang.

They had never seen anyone act that fiercely even toward their enemies. If they were still good friends after that, they would go straight to gnawing on the floor tiles.

He wasn't embarrassed, though. He had been acting as someone driven to desperation; who could blame him for saying whatever came to mind when angry?

It was just that since "Gangzi" had been kicked three times, he wondered if he was ruined for good.

Yu Xiaogang was carried by the Spirit Hall Academy students and dumped in a random spot.

"This guy really has thick skin. We hit him for so long, my hands are swollen."

"Seriously, look at my shoes, they're ruined from kicking him."

"Heh... you're all stupid. You should have used Soul Power to protect yourselves. Too bad I'm the only smart one who did."

One person waved his hand: "Go on, go on. We didn't use Soul Power because we inexplicably appreciated this guy, alright?"

"Right, but appreciation doesn't put food on the table. The Saintess told us to beat him, so we beat him."

Although they weren't sure why they felt that way, everyone was just trying to make a living; they shouldn't get involved with a guy like him.

"Let's go..."

One person squatted down and patted Yu Xiaogang's face: "Stop pretending. Your breathing is fine, you're just acting like you're knocked out."

"We're leaving."

After they left, Yu Xiaogang slowly opened his eyes.

He immediately glared at them with venomous eyes, but the pain in his lower body made him snap back to reality.

He couldn't help but curl up like a shrimp again.

"Damn it, I am the future Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, destined to shake the world. I will make you all regret this."

Yu Xiaogang suddenly realized something.

"My Xiaogang, you must stand up... no..."