Yu Xiaogang's Panic, Defeating the Strong with the Weak?

"Rongrong, look at Tang San. He was like this all day long."

Oscar moved close to Ning Rongrong, who wore an exquisite little dress, a hint of ingratiation on his face.

"Hmph."

Ning Rongrong did not spare Oscar a glance. She accelerated and ran toward the front. Ever since Flender had reprimanded her in public last time, she had begun to resent the teachers here.

Especially that flat-headed one. What qualifications did a level twenty-nine good-for-nothing have to teach them? This was simply irresponsible!

"Uh, Rongrong, wait for me!"

Seeing that Ning Rongrong ignored him, Oscar felt a little hurt, but quickly chased after her anyway.

At the very front were Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Zhu Zhuqing. Though they were already exhausted, Zhu Zhuqing still persevered. Dai Mubai, beside her, wanted to help share some of the load, but seeing her icy expression, he ultimately said nothing.

"Boss Dai, are we still going tonight?"

"Fatty, shut up!"

Ma Hongjun at the back sped up slightly, thrusting out his belly of fat as he asked excitedly. The places Boss Dai had taken them recently were far more upscale than the brothels, and Ma Hongjun wanted to go again.

Dai Mubai immediately panicked. Couldn't he see Zhu Zhuqing was right there? That damned fatty—if there was a next time, he definitely would not take him along!

"Boss Dai, stop pretending. Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu already knew anyway."

"And let me tell you, Tang San probably went somewhere even more upscale behind our backs. Otherwise, why would he be holding his waist?"

When Dai Mubai heard that, the words he had been about to use to curse Ma Hongjun got stuck in his throat. Tang San usually looked so honest—who would have thought he played so wildly in private?

He had refused when they invited him, yet he had gone behind his brothers' backs to enjoy something better?

"Disgusting."

After coldly spitting out those two words, Zhu Zhuqing accelerated slightly and ran to Xiao Wu's side.

"You!"

Dai Mubai's expression became extremely ugly. If they were not in the middle of running, he truly would have shown her what imperial majesty meant.

"Dead fatty, how many times have I told you not to mention that kind of thing in front of Zhu Zhuqing?"

Unable to contain his anger, Dai Mubai turned around, grabbed Ma Hongjun by the collar, and forcibly lifted the several-hundred-pound fatty into the air.

As he stared at him, Dai Mubai's eyes brimmed with fury.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing?! Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, get running! Settle your conflicts privately!"

Yu Xiaogang, standing outside the field, immediately became displeased when he saw this. He could ignore minor conflicts in ordinary times, but this was training, part of cultivation. How could they start fighting for no reason?

"Hmph. Fatty, if there's a next time, I really won't take you with me!"

"Don't, Boss Dai! I was wrong!"

The people on the field returned to how they had been at the start of the run. Everyone carried a basket of large stones on their back, and no one thought of helping share the burden as in the original story.

"Xiaogang!"

Flender walked over from not far away. Looking at the scene on the field and Yu Xiaogang's stern expression, Flender's eyes flashed with deep approval.

This was Flender's good brother. No one could compare to this teaching attitude!

Flender then took out an information sheet and handed it to Yu Xiaogang. "Xiaogang, this was given by Supervisor Ao from Soto Great Spirit Arena."

After a pause, Flender spoke with a trace of nervousness.

"Supervisor Ao said that an outside team has been winning constantly at the arena lately, costing them a great deal of Gold Soul Coin. So he has commissioned our Shrek Team to fight a spirit battle against them."

As though afraid Yu Xiaogang would refuse, Flender added, "The main thing is, I can't refuse the price Supervisor Ao offered. He offered too much!"

Without replying, Yu Xiaogang carefully examined the contents of the sheet.

Imperial Battle Team.

Captain Yun Tian?! Martial Soul: Sky-Piercing Spear. Level forty-four assault-type battle Soul Ancestor!!

"What?! How was this possible?"

Yu Xiaogang could not keep it together at first glance. What kind of heavenly stat sheet was this? And what exactly was this Sky-Piercing Spear?

The name Yun Tian lingered endlessly in his mind. Level forty-four! Tang San was only level twenty-six now, and he even had Twin Martial Souls. Even if his first Soul Ring was white, the gap should not have grown this large, right?

Was this truly the Yun Tian he knew? Could it be someone with the same name?

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Yu Xiaogang continued reading.

Vice-captain Dugu Yan. Martial Soul: Jade Phosphorous Serpent. Level thirty-eight control-type...

The entire sheet was filled with Soul Elders, leaving Yu Xiaogang dumbfounded. One Soul Ancestor and six Soul Elders—how was the Shrek Team supposed to fight this?

"Flender, you accepted?"

"I had no choice, Xiaogang. Supervisor Ao offered too much!"

There was no way to refuse now. Faced with such a team lineup, Yu Xiaogang could not think of any chance of victory.

They were generally older than the Shrek students. If they could fight at the same level, he would have been confident in winning, but Yun Tian...

Twelve years old, level forty-four, Martial Soul: Sky-Piercing Spear.

Sky-Piercing Spear?

Could that be the name of that mutated spear Martial Soul?

A possibility Yu Xiaogang was unwilling to admit arose in his heart: this person seemed to truly be the Yun Tian from his memories.

"Xiaogang, what do you think? It may be difficult, but with your peerless wisdom, I believe we can achieve victory over the strong with the weak!"

Flender trusted Yu Xiaogang unconditionally. This was trust built up over a long time.

The hand clutching the sheet began to sweat. Yu Xiaogang truly had no idea how to fight, because through his training over this period, he had discovered that the coordination among the Shrek students could not exactly be called nonexistent—but it was close enough.

Whenever it came to team battles, they practically fought separately.

As the team's control-type soul master, Tang San should have held command, but Dai Mubai and the others simply ignored him.

Under such circumstances, Yu Xiaogang had none of the confidence he possessed in the original story.

"I... I'll do my best."

"Then you need to hurry, Xiaogang. This spirit battle is tonight!"

"What? Why so soon?"

Flender awkwardly scratched his nose. "I heard tonight will be the busiest night at the Great Soul Arena, because the Imperial Battle Team has won so much that many gamblers want to come make a fortune."

There was truly no time left to think things through slowly. They had to formulate a strategy as quickly as possible!

Yu Xiaogang was truly out of ideas. He could only force himself to go through with it and come up with a strategy on the spot!

"Flender, go gather them. I'll explain tonight's strategic arrangements!"

"Good. With those words from you, Xiaogang, I'm relieved!"

Flender let out a sigh of relief. As long as Yu Xiaogang was willing to take on this task, he could rest easy. Based on his understanding of his old friend, whenever Yu Xiaogang said something like this, he could generally come up with a good solution.

This was the Wisdom Horn of their Golden Iron Triangle!