Yu Xiaogang lowered his body as though he were about to take a dump and shouted, "Come forth, Luo Sanpao!"
The air around Yu Xiaogang swirled rapidly, and two yellow Soul Rings appeared around him.
The first-year work-study students' eyes lit up at the sight.
They all came from rural villages and had barely seen any Soul Masters in their lives.
Now, seeing Yu Xiaogang's two Soul Rings and his imposing display, they gasped in wonder.
A pink pig with a fat head and enormous ears appeared before them.
Their expectant expressions froze on their faces.
"It looks a bit like a pig."
"Now that you mention it, it really does."
Everyone began chattering.
Even someone as thick-skinned as Yu Xiaogang found it a little embarrassing.
"My martial soul used to be a dragon, but an accident mutated it into this. Still, we must firmly believe-"
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to start his manipulative spiel, Cao De interrupted him again.
"Grandmaster, can we start?" Cao De was getting impatient.
Why did this guy have so much to say?
Cao De waved his hand, and the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword appeared in his grasp.
The Thousand-Blade Demon Sword radiated a soul-piercing purple glow, alluring yet dangerous.
"What martial soul is that?"
"It feels so powerful."
Yu Xiaogang studied the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword closely.
He had read Cao De's work-study certificate before. His martial soul was a cleaver.
But the martial soul in Cao De's hand was clearly no ordinary cleaver.
There was only one possibility: his martial soul had mutated, and in a far more powerful direction.
He was tempted. Such a promising seedling was certain to stand at the summit someday, provided he took him as his disciple now.
Then why would he ever need to worry about making his name known throughout the world?
"Cao De, your martial soul has mutated. I've specifically researched mutated martial souls. I can help you become a Titled Douluo."
Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and began his sales pitch.
"You're so fucking long-winded."
Cao De charged straight at Yu Xiaogang with his sword.
Anger rose in Yu Xiaogang's heart. He had kindly offered to take Cao De as his disciple, yet the boy insulted him. He didn't know what was good for him.
"First Soul Skill, Farting Like Thunder!"
Cao De flicked his hand. A steel needle instantly flew from Tang San's waist and pierced Luo Sanpao's rear.
Luo Sanpao's belly swelled. Before he was ready to unleash his skill, an itch erupted in his backside.
It was unbearable.
Luo Sanpao turned his head, trying to deal with the itch with his mouth, but he couldn't reach it.
He quickly ran in front of Yu Xiaogang and pointed his rear at him.
He meant, Scratch it for me.
Everyone burst out laughing at this farcical scene.
Even someone as professional as Tang San let out a snort.
But remembering that this was his teacher, his expression turned cold.
He spotted the needle hole in Luo Sanpao's rear and understood instantly.
An itching needle.
Tang San hurried over to Yu Xiaogang in a few quick strides.
Cao De stepped farther back and watched with a smile.
He turned toward Xiao Wu and mouthed, "Put on your face mask."
Xiao Wu knew what this pig's skill was and immediately put on her face mask.
Everyone else exchanged bewildered looks.
"Teacher, Sanpao was hit by an itching needle," Tang San whispered.
"Itch-" Yu Xiaogang didn't get to finish.
A heaven-shaking blast erupted.
Luo Sanpao couldn't hold it anymore. He had stopped halfway through releasing his first Soul Skill, then wanted Gangzi to scratch him after being hit by the itching needle.
But Gangzi wouldn't help him and was still muttering something.
Unable to hold it in, he unleashed his first Soul Skill.
Farting Like Thunder, Shatter Heaven and Earth!
It blasted Yu Xiaogang and Tang San right in the face.
"Urgh!" Tang San's eyes stung so badly he couldn't see anything. His stomach churned like a storm-tossed sea.
He vomited uncontrollably.
Perhaps Yu Xiaogang was already accustomed to Luo Sanpao's farts. He merely knitted his brows, anger blazing in his eyes.
"Urgh!"
The work-study students watching the fight turned green and dry-heaved incessantly.
"This is a martial soul?!"
"I'm going to die of disgust!"
The image Yu Xiaogang had just built in their minds was instantly blown to pieces by a single fart.
Luo Sanpao's backside still itched unbearably. Since Gangzi wouldn't help, he could only deal with it himself.
Luo Sanpao pressed his rear against Yu Xiaogang's thigh and rubbed it from side to side, performing a Mountain-Leaning Strike with his backside. The itch was instantly replaced by blissful relief.
Yu Xiaogang's already livid face darkened further.
"Sanpao!" Yu Xiaogang roared.
He kicked Luo Sanpao away. Sanpao let out a piercing scream and traced an elegant arc through the air.
His reputation, his one thousand Gold Soul Coins-all gone.
All because of Luo Sanpao.
Why did that useless Sanpao have to be so weak?!
And Tang San, too.
If he hadn't provoked Cao De, Cao De wouldn't have challenged me in public.
I could even have taken Cao De as my disciple.
Idiot!
Cao De, you humiliated me in public. One day, I'll make you repay it twofold!
"Grandmaster, shall we continue?" Cao De waited a while for the fart to disperse before approaching.
Yu Xiaogang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He had already kicked Sanpao away. How could he possibly keep fighting?
"Cao De, don't push us too far!" Tang San shouted angrily.
"You want to fight me?" Cao De gave Tang San an indifferent glance.
Tang San instantly fell silent. The memory of Cao De beating him yesterday was still vivid. He didn't think a single night would be enough for him to defeat Cao De.
Just wait. I'll defeat you someday.
Yu Xiaogang had just been blinded by rage. Anyone capable of silently sticking an itching needle into Sanpao's rear had to be very strong.
Perhaps there was even an expert backing him.
Who the hell invented itching needles, anyway? Everyone who uses hidden weapons is a fucking animal.
Yu Xiaogang swiftly dropped to his knees.
"I, Yu Xiaogang, am trash."
Then he quickly stood up.
He had already perfected the act back when he knelt before Qian Xunji. Kneeling and calling himself trash was still easy enough.
He just wouldn't be able to freeload at Nuoding Academy anymore.
He knelt and rose in one flowing motion, smooth as drifting clouds and running water.
Everyone present was stunned.
Even Cao De, who had read the original story, was somewhat shocked.
He had thought the condition he proposed was humiliating enough for Yu Xiaogang.
But he hadn't expected this.
He had still given Yu Xiaogang too much credit.
"Little San, let's go." Yu Xiaogang tugged at Tang San, who was still standing there in a daze.
Only then did everyone snap out of it, setting off a chorus of "Holy shit!"
The two swiftly departed amid everyone's incredulous cries.
Xiao Wu came over as well. "The Grandmaster, he..."
Xiao Wu thought for ages before finally coming out with, "He's even sleazier than Tang San."
"If he weren't better at it than Tang San, how could he be his teacher?" Cao De stroked Xiao Wu's head.
"Let's go back and bathe. It stinks!" Xiao Wu took Cao De's hand and headed toward Dorm Seven.
"Bathe together?" Cao De flashed a smile.
"No way!" Xiao Wu's little face flushed red.
"Hahaha!" Cao De laughed heartily.
"I'm not playing with you anymore!" Xiao Wu huffily shook off Cao De's hand.
She jogged ahead. Though she claimed to be angry, her face was brimming with smiles.
Cao De jogged after her.
In a dark corner, a pair of eyes stared fixedly at it all.
Xiao Wu, you've betrayed my sincere heart.
Since that's how it is, I won't like you anymore. I'll utterly crush Cao De right before your eyes.
I'll show you who's worthy of you.
If you still refuse to repent, I'll ravage you right in front of Cao De!
Tang San's hands left deep gouges in the wall.
"Little San, let's go."
Wearing a veil and a gray cloak, Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San.
"All right."
Tang San also put on a veil and draped himself in a gray cloak.
In the scorching summer heat, the two walked through the city bundled up from head to toe.
"In the middle of summer, those two..."
"Those two must have something wrong with their heads."
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