Kid, Do You Have Lots of Question Marks?

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(Third update)

Oscar sat beside Yang Ming and chuckled. "There's a good show coming."

"What good show?" Yang Ming asked.

Oscar put on a mysterious expression and whispered:

"Dean Flender once said that a Spirit Master who doesn't dare cause trouble isn't a good Spirit Master. Those who don't dare cause trouble are mediocrities."

"I get it." A flash of realization crossed Yang Ming's eyes. "In other words, we need to be shit-stirrers."

"What do you mean, shit-stirrers? That sounds awful." Oscar said with pained indignation. "This is part of our cultivation too, understand? Cultivation!"

Yang Ming secretly laughed, feeling that Dean Flender's style suited his tastes quite well.

As they spoke, the eight people from Canghui Academy took their seats one after another, only two tables away from Yang Ming's group.

Yang Ming had been watching their movements. He saw the middle-aged man who was clearly their leader whisper something to a young man, seemingly giving him instructions.

Before long, the young man stood and walked toward Yang Ming's table.

Looking to start something?

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes. Passively taking a beating had never been his habit.

After three days of training with his Martial Soul, the Green Lotus Core Flame, Yang Ming could now use it with preliminary flexibility. He clasped his middle finger and thumb together, and a thumb-sized fireball appeared, condensed with intense heat. Unless someone got close, it was difficult to notice.

Taking advantage of no one paying attention, Yang Ming used the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons technique he had secretly learned from Tang San and flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

The fireball shot out from beneath the table at tremendous speed, faintly flashing with azure light.

Only Tang San noticed this, and he gave Yang Ming a helpless smile.

By sheer coincidence, the