First Trial: Kill Flender!
That power roared within me like surging lava!
Although incredibly violent and difficult to control, this power truly far exceeded his imagination!
At the same time, a cold, imposing message, imbued with an endless will to destroy, was branded deep into his soul:
[The Trial of the God of Wrath, First Trial: Burning Away the Source of Shame!]
[Objective: Using the Divine Power of Wrath, personally end the life of Flender, the traitor who caused you one of your deepest shames!]
[Timeframe: Thirty days and nights in rotation.]
[Reward: Initial mastery of 'Fire of Wrath', solidifying the foundation of divine power.]
[Failure: The soul will be consumed by unbearable rage, eternally condemned to Purgatory of Karma Fire, never to be reborn!]
Flender!
The first target of the Godly Trial was none other than Flender, who had just trampled him into the dust and delivered the final blow of humiliation!
The dark red flames of resentment in Yu Xiaogang's eyes erupted as if doused with boiling oil! His mad, cruel, and bloodthirsty killing intent almost materialized!
"Fran... de..." A hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping, filled with deep-seated resentment and the ecstatic joy of finally finding an outlet, squeezed out from between his teeth.
It felt like an eternity had passed, yet also like a fleeting moment. The torrent of divine power that had surged in gradually subsided, no longer so domineering and rampant, but rather like viscous lava, slowly flowing through his Sheer Force widened meridians, waiting to be ignited by its master.
Yu Xiaogang stopped convulsing and collapsed heavily back onto the bed as if all his strength had been drained, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.
Sweat soaked through his tattered clothes like a stream, and the mattress beneath him was also soaked.
He looked even more disheveled than before, like a dead dog just pulled out of the water.
However, when he opened his eyes again—
Buzz!
Two beams of fierce light, condensed to the point of being almost tangible and burning with dark red flames, suddenly burst forth from his sunken eye sockets!
That light was filled with endless resentment, a desire for destruction, and a newly acquired, unstable, but real, violent power!
The lingering anger of Flender slamming the door as he stormed out of the room seemed to be ignited by those two gazes, hissing softly. The decay and despair that filled the air were replaced by a more violent, scorching sulfurous scent, a symbol of destruction and rebirth.
Yu Xiaogang, or rather, the first Godly Trial chosen by the God of Wrath, slowly and strugglingly looked toward the doorway with his eyes burning with Fire of Wrath.
A cold, cruel, and sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth, like that of a demon returned from hell.
"Let's start with you... my... good brother..."
After saying this, Yu Xiaogang his body and, finding that his injuries had completely healed, took a deep breath and began to ponder how to kill Flender.
"Anger... Divine power..."
He whispered, his voice no longer hoarse and weak, but instead carrying a cold, metallic quality.
He greedily felt the dark red energy flowing slowly within his body like molten lava, each heartbeat seeming to pump out destructive power.
However, this power is still very weak, like a newly lit Core Flame, far from enough to directly confront Flender, a level 78 Spirit Saint with a top-tier flying Martial Soul and rich combat experience.
A head-on confrontation?
That was an extremely foolish act of suicide.
Flender's speed, the Cat-Eagle's sharpness, and his Spirit Saint- level Soul Skill were enough to tear him to shreds before his nascent Fire of Wrath could fully ignite.
The God of Wrath's Godly Trial only stated that he would end it with his own hands, but he didn't specify the method.
"Wisdom... that is my weapon."
A cold light flashed in Yu Xiaogang's murky eyes, and the sinister smile on his lips deepened.
He never considered himself a purely weak person; his theories of "wisdom" were the capital he relied on for survival and even for attempting to control others.
Now, this wisdom will turn into a deadly poison.
Tang San, his most outstanding disciple, was not only a genius with Twin Martial Souls, but also had amazing attainments in the art of poison.
He must be carrying various deadly Toxic.
Moreover, given Tang San's respect and guilt towards his "teacher," it wouldn't be difficult for him to request some "special" medicine.
Yu Xiaogang dragged his body, which had just recovered but was deliberately appearing even more unsteady and weak, to the door.
He reached out, his fingertips swirling with a barely perceptible, burning Divine Power of Wrath, and gently pressed them against the doorframe.
The hard wood made a slight sizzling sound, leaving a charred fingerprint.
"Not enough... Flender's humiliation wasn't deep enough."
He thought coldly. He suddenly raised his hand and slammed his forehead hard against the door frame!
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
A sharp pain shot through me, accompanied by a slight dizziness.
His forehead was instantly lacerated, and blood trickled down his sallow, distorted face, dripping onto the dirty floor.
This made him look even more miserable and disheveled, as if he had just been violently beaten.
He endured the pain, yet a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. This disheveled state was the best prop.
He straightened his tattered clothes, making the bloodstains and dust more conspicuous, then Tangled Feet open the door and headed towards the area where the Shrek students lived.
Every step seemed incredibly difficult, as if he might collapse at any moment, but the venomous flames burning in his eyes sustained him.
Walking through the deserted corners of the academy, enduring the occasional disdainful glances from passing students, Yu Xiaogang paid no attention; these glances only fueled the Fire of Wrath within him.
He pinpointed Tang San's residence—a relatively secluded and quiet little house.
"Knock knock knock..."
The knocking was weak and urgent.
The door opened quickly, revealing Tang San's worried and tired face.
When he saw who was standing at the door, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes—concern, guilt, and a hint of barely Frisk estrangement and awkwardness.
"Teacher...?"
Tang San's voice was somewhat hoarse.
He was startled when he saw the glaring wound and bloodstains on Yu Xiaogang's forehead, as well as his disheveled appearance.
"What's wrong? Come in quickly!"
Yu Xiaogang was helped into the house by Tang San, and immediately slumped weakly into a chair, panting heavily, as if he might faint at any moment.
"The mistress..."
He spoke in a hoarse voice, filled with endless grievance and fear, his hands gripping Tang San's arms tightly, his nails almost digging into Tang San's flesh from the force.
"Flender... Flender has gone mad! He's trying to kill me!"
"What?!"
Tang San's pupils constricted sharply, incredulous. "The Dean... how could he..."
"How could I not?!"