Qian Ren Shuang Beats Yu Xiaogang for the Second Time

Bang!

His forehead had an intimate encounter with the wall, and a layer of lime powder came drifting down.

Qian Ren Shuang pressed down on his head and dragged him along the wall for a stretch before stopping in the corner. Only then did he let go and fling Yu Xiaogang onto the ground.

A good deal of skin had been scraped off Yu Xiaogang's face. Now it was a bloody mess, mixed with wall dust, making him look wretched to the extreme.

Several locks of his hair had been ripped out, and the rest hung crookedly over his forehead.

Qian Ren Shuang crouched down, his tone neither warm nor cold. "I heard you were very unhappy with my saying that 'running isn't all that useful,' and even lectured my believer until she cried?"

"How could it be useless?!" Yu Xiaogang clutched his bloody face, but his mouth was still stubborn. "Don't you know the body is the foundation of everything? Stamina, endurance, willpower—which one doesn't rely on running to build a foundation?!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, even forgetting the pain in his face.

Yu Xiaogang's talent was what it was, and there was almost no possibility of his strength increasing any further, so he had poured all his effort into the theory of the Ten Core Spirit Competencies.

That theory was his only pillar of spirit, the meaning of his existence.

Now that someone was questioning his theory, even if it was only some insignificant little part of it, he would argue with them to the death.

Qian Ren Shuang was too lazy to reason with this man.

The reason was simple: given the same amount of time, the physique improved by the "medicine and food share the same origin" method he had developed himself could utterly crush the tiny bit of effect brought by running. You had your theory, and I had my practice. Neither of us could convince the other.

Qian Ren Shuang had just raised his foot, preparing to go again—

"Young friend."

A deep voice suddenly rang out in his mind. It was a soul-power transmission.

"This man is, after all, my son's teacher. While he is alive, he is still of great use to my son. Please do me a favor and let him live."

It was Tang Hao.

Qian Ren Shuang's raised foot hung suspended in midair.

He stopped for two seconds, then slowly lowered his foot. For now, he still had to give Tang Hao face.

But to Yu Xiaogang, the fact that Qian Ren Shuang had not brought his foot down meant he had been convinced by his "world-shocking wisdom." He lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, yet a trace of smugness actually showed in his eyes.

"Come with me and apologize to Rongrong, whom you lectured until she cried." When Qian Ren Shuang said this, he deliberately raised his voice a few pitches, making sure Tang Hao, hiding in the dark, could hear every word clearly. "Then I won't hit you."

"Huh?" Yu Xiaogang was stunned. This was completely different from what he had imagined. He had thought Qian Ren Shuang had pulled his foot back because he was about to lower his head and yield to him, but it turned out he wanted to drag him off to apologize?

"Huh what? Answer me!" At this moment, Qian Ren Shuang was exactly like some underworld boss played by a certain actor surnamed Sun.

"I will never go apo—ah—!"

Yu Xiaogang had only gotten half his words out before they were replaced by a heart-rending scream.

At some point, Qian Ren Shuang's hand had already reached over. His five fingers were like vise jaws, accurately twisting the tender flesh on the inner side of Yu Xiaogang's thigh root—that was one of the most painful, most sensitive, and hardest-to-defend places on the entire body. His thumb and index finger closed together and twisted hard. Yu Xiaogang's whole face instantly went from deathly pale to liver-colored, and tears almost shot out of his eyes.

"Say one more 'no,'" Qian Ren Shuang said with a cold face. His voice was neither loud nor soft, but every word stabbed like shards of ice. "And I'll pinch an inch or two higher. Do you believe me?"

Yu Xiaogang sucked in cold breaths from the pain. His two legs clamped together unconsciously, wanting to move that deadly hand away from the root of his thigh, but Qian Ren Shuang's strength was astonishingly great. He had twisted down so tightly that Yu Xiaogang could not pry him loose at all. Yu Xiaogang almost squeezed out the words through gritted teeth. "Qian Ren Shuang... do you believe I'll have Flender expel—"

Halfway through, Yu Xiaogang suddenly shut his mouth.

It was not that he had suddenly grown a brain, but that a familiar, deep voice suddenly rang out in his mind—

"Please, Grandmaster, endure today's humiliation for the time being and keep Qian Ren Shuang here. This person will be useful to me in the future."

It was Tang Hao.

Yu Xiaogang's pupils abruptly shrank. He opened his mouth, then forcibly swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

Since my idol has said so, I'll endure it!

Yu Xiaogang forcefully suppressed this breath of resentment in his heart. In any case, in this life of his, he had been looked down on plenty by others in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, despised by people, humiliated by people, and treated like trash by people. He had long since grown used to such things. Enduring it one more time was no big deal. At worst... after Tang Hao finished using this person, he would slowly settle accounts himself.

"Expel what?" Qian Ren Shuang asked with a beaming smile. His expression looked harmless to man and beast, but that hand was still twisted into the root of Yu Xiaogang's thigh without letting go.

He had even begun making calculations in his head: if they really did expel him, wouldn't he have a proper reason to take Ning Rongrong back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Wouldn't that save him a whole pile of trouble?

"Uh..." Yu Xiaogang's brain ran at the fastest speed of his life, even faster than it had back when he studied the Ten Core Spirit Competencies. He held it in for a long while before finally forcing out a sentence. "What I meant was... have Flender chat with you more, open up your heart, and let you know what a united and loving place our Shrek Academy is!"

Qian Ren Shuang froze for a moment.

That turn was way too sharp. A moment ago, he had been talking about having him expelled, and the next moment it had become "open up your heart"? The contrast in Yu Xiaogang was so absurdly huge that even Qian Ren Shuang, who was used to sudden situations, failed to react for a moment.

He was silent for two seconds before speaking. "No need. Just go apologize to Ning Rongrong now, and don't make trouble for me or her again in the future."

"Fine, fine, fine, whatever you say." Yu Xiaogang hurriedly put on a smiling face, afraid that if he said one wrong word, he would anger the other party into leaving. The fawning look on his face and the humble tone in his voice were simply enough to make one doubt whether he was the same person who had just been threatening to "have Flender expel you."

Qian Ren Shuang let go. As if granted amnesty, Yu Xiaogang rubbed the root of his thigh, grimacing in pain.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Qian Ren Shuang knocked on Ning Rongrong's door. In his other hand, he was still holding Yu Xiaogang by the back of his collar—to be precise, he had half-dragged and half-hauled Yu Xiaogang to the doorway as if carrying a dead dog.

"Rongrong, I heard you were wronged, so I came specially to see you!"

Rustling sounds came from inside the room. Then Ning Rongrong's voice came through the door, carrying a bit of panic and irrepressible joy. "Wait! I'm not dressed yet!"

She had thrown a tantrum all day today and had stayed in bed the entire time, refusing to get up. She was only wearing a loose, baggy nightgown, and her hair was a mess.