Yu Xiaogang forced himself to remain composed, delivered a parting threat, and left with his hands clasped behind his back.
He had taken a liking to the two girls and intended to accept them as his disciples, only to be rejected outright.
Even more infuriating, the two girls actually had ties to Chen Ci.
Damn that Chen Ci! How dare he subject me, Yu Xiaogang, to such a disgrace a few days ago!
At the thought, Yu Xiaogang ground his teeth in fury. Chen Ci had turned him into the laughingstock of the entire Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
But soon, all of that would change.
In an hour, his disciple Tang San would prove for him that his theories were correct.
Then everyone at Nod Academy would tremble before his theories.
He, Yu Xiaogang, was the true Grandmaster!
"Ah, hahahahaha!"
Carried away by his excitement, Yu Xiaogang could no longer contain his emotions and burst into laughter.
Watching Yu Xiaogang act like a man possessed, Hu Liena and Gu Yuena felt a lingering chill of fear.
Hu Liena said quietly:
"Is this man really a teacher at this academy?
"Why does he seem even scarier than the vagrants outside?
"I can't imagine how rough our paths as Soul Masters would have been if Gu Yuena and I had actually accepted him as our teacher."
Gu Yuena nodded in complete agreement:
"He feels so creepy. There's nothing good in the way he looks at us."
Suddenly curious, Hu Liena looked at Chen Ci with eyes that seemed capable of speaking and asked:
"Chen Ci, how did you get mixed up with such a weirdo?"
Chen Ci spread his hands and told the two girls about his feud with Yu Xiaogang.
Hu Liena immediately exclaimed in surprise:
"How can he be so awful?
"He actually tried to force you to become his disciple and absorb ten-year solitary bamboo?
"Your martial soul is clearly so powerful that you can absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring without any strain.
"And he has the nerve to call himself Grandmaster?"
Chen Ci interrupted Hu Liena's stream of chatter and said:
"Hu Liena, there's no need to say any more.
"I'll be rid of him soon. I'll prove that his theories are wrong."
"Good luck."
"Brother, I believe in you. You'll definitely win."
As they chatted, Chen Ci and the two girls reached the main square of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
Thanks to Yu Xiaogang's efforts to drum up attention, quite a few students and teachers had already gathered there.
After all, Yu Xiaogang was a friend of the headmaster of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, as well as a specially appointed teacher at the academy.
He naturally received the support of many students and teachers, to the point that even Yu Xiaogang felt victory was already in their grasp.
Judging by the momentum and support alone, Chen Ci seemed to have already lost this match under the eyes of thousands.
But a closer look revealed that although those people supported Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, they stood far away from Yu Xiaogang.
Chen Ci did not even have to think to know that they were afraid of getting blasted by Luo Sanpao's farts.
After all, Chen Ci had been there that day too. Luo Sanpao's farts had been astonishingly powerful-even hundred-year soul beasts had to retreat well out of their way.
Meanwhile, with the further activation of his Golden Dragon King and silver dragon king bloodline, Chen Ci's body had undergone a growth spurt, leaving him far taller than others his age.
He was even taller than many of the junior Soul Master Academy's senior students.
That gave him a clear view of the diminutive Tang San standing in the middle of the dueling grounds, enjoying everyone's attention.
He was already so old, yet he still cared about such empty fame.
But on reflection, it was perfectly normal. In his previous life, Tang San had merely been an obscure Outer Sect Disciple. He had no way to learn the Tang Sect Orthodox Secret Arts except by stealing them.
Even after secretly learning them, he had not dared to flaunt his knowledge.
After crossing over to the Douluo Continent, Tang San had been no different from some unnoticed nobody by the roadside because of Tang Hao's destitution.
Now, he finally had a stage of his own, where he could openly bask in everyone's attention.
He very much enjoyed that feeling.
Tang San was even secretly anticipating how thunderous the cheers would be when everyone saw him defeat Chen Ci with ease.
And how much glory he, Tang San, would gain.
Chen Ci, that nobody, would become his stepping stone.
At the same time, he would prove for his teacher that there was nothing wrong with his theories.
Chen Ci would be branded as someone who disrespected his elders, reduced to a complete laughingstock, and ultimately swallowed up by the sea of ordinary people.
Suddenly, Tang San heard a commotion.
It came from the opposite side, where a Black-Haired Boy with a perfectly proportioned figure walked out of the crowd.
The moment he appeared, he drew every eye present, becoming the undisputed center of attention.
It was none other than Chen Ci, who had finally arrived.
The sight of Chen Ci brought an inexplicable pressure down on Tang San.
It felt as though the one standing before him was not someone his age, but the cub of a ferocious beast from an ancient, untamed era.
Tang San even felt that he would lose this duel.
No, impossible.
I absolutely cannot lose my nerve before the fight even starts.
What I have now isn't ordinary blue silver grass, but the king among blue silver grass.
I don't know who took Mom away and cost me the chance to obtain the Blue Silver Emperor.
But the Blue Silver King is enough.
Chen Ci only has some insignificant mutated blue silver grass. How could he compare to my king of blue silver grass?
Tang San reassured himself inwardly, trying to erase the psychological pressure Chen Ci placed on him.
Yet no matter how he comforted himself, he found that he remained shrouded in Chen Ci's shadow.
Far from easing through his self-reassurance, the pressure Chen Ci exerted on him kept growing.
Outside the dueling grounds, Yu Xiaogang noticed Tang San's condition and could not help feeling worried.
Little San, what's wrong?
Could Little San really lose?
If Little San loses, should I leave early to spare myself the humiliation?
"You've lost your nerve before the fight has even begun, Tang San. You've already lost.
"Do you really want to challenge me?"
Chen Ci walked toward Tang San one step at a time. Though his feet landed on the ground, it felt more as though they were treading on Tang San's heart.
With his thoughts laid bare, Tang San grew even more flustered, but stubbornly retorted:
"Nonsense.
"Chen Ci, I followed my teacher's theories and absorbed a four-hundred-and-twenty-three-year-old Mandala Snake, obtaining a control-type soul skill.
"But you ignored my teacher's guidance and absorbed a Soul Ring of who knows how many years, obtaining a soul skill with who knows what effect.
"There's no way you can defeat me!"
That's right. That's how it is.
I have innate full soul power, and I absorbed a Soul Ring extremely close to the limit for a first soul ring, one that is exceptionally compatible with blue silver grass.
On top of that, my martial soul evolved from blue silver grass into the Blue Silver Emperor. I, Tang San, cannot lose!
The more Tang San thought about it, the more excited he became, until he had even fooled himself. He truly believed he could defeat Chen Ci.
Watching Tang San deceive himself, Chen Ci laughed and said:
"You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin.
"We're the same age. I hadn't intended to crush you from a whole other dimension.
"Tang San, prepare for your crushing defeat!"
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