Some People Are Alive, but Already Dead!

Jiang Hao gave a cold laugh and said mockingly:

"Tang San started the Spirit Fight, and he used a soul skill first. I never even used my martial soul, let alone a soul skill, yet you're saying I went too far?"

"Argh! Jiang Hao, if you've got the guts, put out those flames and fight me again! I wasn't even serious just now!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and growled.

He still had the Tang Sect Secret Arts and the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapons to use.

Given another chance, he was sure he could defeat Jiang Hao.

"Another chance?"

Jiang Hao scoffed. "Tang San, do you really think a Spirit Fight is a children's game? That you can demand a rematch whenever you like?"

"Today I'll teach you something: the strong should humiliate the weak without mercy."

With that, he flicked his fingers.

Snap!

The Silver-White Flame engulfing Tang San suddenly surged. Its heat soared, and a sizzling sound filled the air.

Tang San's clothes turned to ash in an instant, and his skin blackened.

His hair curled and yellowed in the heat. He looked like a roast monkey freshly pulled from a fire.

"Argh!"

Tang San screamed. Even with his iron will, he could not bear the pain, as though ten thousand ants were gnawing at his bones.

The teachers and students nearby could not bear to watch and began pleading with Jiang Hao.

"Jiang Hao, that's enough. If this goes on, Tang San might not survive."

"Jiang Hao, he's your classmate. Please let him go."

"Jiang Hao, stop this at once!"

Jiang Hao decided it had gone on long enough and raised a hand to disperse the flames.

Tang San was still useful. If Jiang Hao killed him, there would be no more rewards later.

One thing puzzled Jiang Hao, though. Tang San had clearly used the Mysterious Heaven Skill, so why hadn't the system triggered?

Could it be that, at his current strength, even Tang San with the Tang Sect's techniques could no longer suppress him?

By the time the flames vanished, Tang San had gone completely still.

He lay rigid on the ground, eyes rolled back, a trickle of drool twitching at the corner of his mouth.

The watching students exchanged looks. For a moment, no one made a sound.

"Little San!"

Yu Xiaogang went pale. He rushed over and crouched to take Tang San by the arm.

But the moment his hand touched Tang San, an indescribable stench hit him.

It smelled like something scorched, mixed with something far less describable.

Yu Xiaogang's expression twisted as if he had swallowed a mouthful of yesterday's slop.

He instinctively looked down.

A large patch of Tang San's pants was soaked, and it was still steaming.

The students froze for a beat, then burst into laughter.

"Holy crap! Did Tang San get burned so badly he lost control of his bladder?"

"Tsk, tsk. A century-old Soul Ring holder, and that's all he's got?"

"That stink is brutal. Come on, guys, let's get out of here!"

Several students close by pinched their noses and backed away, looking as disgusted as if they had stepped in dog shit.

Tang San lay there with his eyes rolled back, utterly unaware that his crotch had become the center of attention.

Yu Xiaogang's hand hung frozen in midair. His face shifted from green to white.

He shot to his feet and pointed at Jiang Hao. "Jiang Hao! You... you've gone too far! This was a spar between classmates, yet you attacked him so viciously! You're utterly ruthless!"

"With a character like yours, you don't deserve to be a student at Notting Academy! Tomorrow I'll speak to the Dean and have you expelled!"

Jiang Hao raised an eyebrow. "I almost forgot. I was so busy roasting Tang San that I forgot about you, you old fossil."

Yu Xiaogang's face changed. "What do you mean—"

Boom!

Before he could finish, a whip of Silver-White Flame lashed from Jiang Hao's palm and struck Yu Xiaogang squarely.

The fire spread in an instant, engulfing him.

"Argh!"

Yu Xiaogang screamed like a pig being slaughtered and leaped three feet into the air, frantically slapping at the flames.

No matter how he slapped, the fire would not go out. It only burned hotter.

"How is it? Enjoying the heat?" Jiang Hao folded his arms and watched with a smile.

Yu Xiaogang had thought that, as a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, he could withstand it for at least a little while.

But after only a few breaths, his skin felt as if it had been seared by a branding iron. The pain sent tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Stop! Please stop! I surrender! Isn't that enough?"

Yu Xiaogang finally broke. He rolled across the ground, begging for mercy at the top of his lungs.

"You're surrendering already?"

Jiang Hao feigned surprise. "Grandmaster, you're a master of theory! How can you surrender so easily? Weren't you just threatening to expel me?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Jiang Hao, please be generous and spare me!"

Yu Xiaogang was nearly sobbing. He rolled through the dirt until he was covered in grime. Where was his usual air of inscrutable wisdom now?

Jiang Hao decided it was enough and lightly snapped his fingers.

The flames vanished at once.

But Yu Xiaogang was a complete wreck.

His clothes were burned to tatters, his hair curled and yellowed, and his face was mottled black and white. He looked as if he had just crawled out of a coal mine.

Worst of all...

He looked down and saw a large wet patch on his pants, still steaming.

He had not only wet himself. He had soiled himself, too!

The watching students stared for two seconds, then erupted into even louder laughter.

"Hahaha! Holy crap! The master and disciple both lost control!"

"That's an image I never wanted to see!"

"Quick! Get everyone over here! This is more exciting than New Year!"

"A master of theory? More like a master of incontinence!"

Yu Xiaogang slumped on the ground, his face ashen.

He looked down at his soaked crotch, then at Tang San beside him, equally soaked and still lying there with his eyes rolled back. Shame surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The next moment, the world spun around Yu Xiaogang.

Then everything went black.

Some people were alive, but already dead.

In the end, several teachers could not bear to leave them like that. They found a few students to wash both men thoroughly before taking them for treatment.

A day later, Tang San was the first to wake.

When he learned that he had wet himself in front of his teachers and classmates, Tang San went deathly pale. He slumped in a chair and stayed there all day.

But seeing Yu Xiaogang still unconscious in the hospital bed made Tang San feel a little better.

After all, Tang San had only wet himself. Yu Xiaogang had soiled himself.

Most of the laughter would be directed at Yu Xiaogang.

Even so, it did nothing to erase Tang San's public humiliation!

"Fuck. Damn you, Jiang Hao!"

Tang San clenched his fists. "You'd better hope I never get a chance, or else—"

Before he could finish, a violent coughing fit came from the hospital bed.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes flew open, and he gasped for air.