Yu Xiaogang grew more and more excited as he spoke, his entire person panting like an ox.
"When the time comes."
"I shall see what else they can say, and whether they can continue calling me trash!"
Flender looked at Yu Xiaogang beside him, his brows gradually knitting together.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that Yu Xiaogang at this moment seemed somewhat abnormal, even somewhat unfamiliar. It was no longer simply a desire to let his students win a soul-fighting match, but rather more like pressing all the humiliation, reluctance, and anger he had suffered over all these years entirely onto Tang San!
Yet Yu Xiaogang did not perceive it in the slightest; his eyes remained fixed dead on the soul-fighting stage as he said word by word, "Little San must win. This battle... he must win!"
"As long as he defeats Yu Tianheng, it can prove that my theories over these years are not wrong! It can also prove that those who looked down on me back then... were all wrong!"
By the end of his words, he even unconsciously took a step forward, his hands pressing hard against the railing at the front of the spectator room, his knuckles turning slightly pale from excessive force.
At this moment.
On the central main soul-fighting stage below, the battle between the two sides had also completely entered a white-hot stage!
Boom--!
A deafening collision sound suddenly rang out.
Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng retreated a few steps backward almost simultaneously, blue-purple lightning and white soul power exploding crazily between the two of them.
"Again!"
Dai Mubai let out an angry shout, the third purple soul ring at his feet suddenly lighting up!
"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
The next second, his body expanded once more, his