Won't Admit You're a Fake Grandmaster? Then Kneel Until You Die! Exposing Yu Xiaogang's Motives for Taking a Disciple!

"Y-you're spouting twisted nonsense! You're beyond reason!"

At Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid. He glared fixedly at Yao Xuan and began cursing.

After all, Yao Xuan's words had completely torn away the fig leaf Yu Xiaogang had spent years fashioning for himself.

They had also laid his worthless nature utterly bare!

"Yu Xiaogang, I'll ask you one last time. Do you concede?"

"If you do, admit before all the teachers and students of Nuoding Academy that you're a fraud and a fake Grandmaster."

"If you insist on fighting with your back to the wall, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang still refused to admit defeat, even Yao Xuan was beginning to lose patience.

Since he couldn't persuade him with reason, Yu Xiaogang couldn't blame Yao Xuan for bringing out the real thing-

When it came to convincing people with "virtue," with Yao Xuan's current strength, even the Asura God, the strongest in the Divine Realm, would have to obediently lie flat.

"I don't concede!"

At that, Yu Xiaogang still acted like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

"You don't concede?"

"Fine, then get on your knees!"

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was still trying to deny everything.

Yao Xuan grew angry.

He sneered, and the next instant, a terrifying pressure burst forth, enveloping Yu Xiaogang!

Under that terrifying pressure.

Yu Xiaogang felt every bone in his body begin to creak and crack.

The next instant, his knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground with a thud.

Then his body began to bow low under that terrifying pressure.

He remained planted on his knees on the ground, his head facing Yao Xuan, utterly unable to rise.

"Yu Xiaogang, there's an old saying: a man without shame is invincible."

"But in the face of overwhelming strength, all your shameless tricks are useless."

Looking down at Yu Xiaogang on the ground, Yao Xuan sneered.

"Today, unless you admit you're a fraud and a fake Grandmaster, you won't be getting up."

"You can stay right here on your knees until you die."

At this sight.

The teachers and students of Nuoding Academy began applauding.

"Well done, Teacher Yao Xuan!"

"He refused the toast, so now he gets the punishment wine! That bastard Yu Xiaogang should've been put in his place long ago!"

"Exactly! A shameless bastard like him deserves a firm hand!"

Looking at Yu Xiaogang kneeling on the ground, everyone's eyes filled with contempt.

"Yao Xuan, h-how can you use force!"

"This is-this is a crime! You have no conscience!"

Kneeling on the ground, Yu Xiaogang felt his face burn painfully. He wished a crack would open in the ground so he could crawl into it.

"Yao Xuan, y-you're bullying me with your power! I don't concede!"

Yu Xiaogang raised his head, the veins in his neck bulging.

His voice was loud, but his kneeling posture looked utterly pathetic from every angle.

Yao Xuan looked down at him, a sneer tugging at his lips.

"You don't concede?"

"Yu Xiaogang, today I'll make you concede, heart and soul."

"Tell me, just why did you take Tang San as your disciple?"

At Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang's body abruptly stiffened.

"W-why? Obviously, because I valued little San's talent and wanted to nurture him into someone accomplished!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes darted about as he stubbornly insisted.

"You valued his talent?"

Yao Xuan laughed.

"Yu Xiaogang, what is Tang San's martial soul? Blue Silver Grass-a trash martial soul recognized as such throughout the Douluo Continent."

"You're an utter good-for-nothing with half a rank of innate soul power. Why would you take an interest in a child who awakened a trash martial soul?"

At those words, the watching teachers and students began discussing it.

"That's right. Tang San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Why did Grandmaster take him in?"

"Could there be something fishy going on?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression began to sour.

"It's simple."

Yao Xuan extended a finger and pointed at Tang San on the stretcher.

"Because you realized long ago that Tang San had another martial soul."

The moment those words left his mouth.

Yu Xiaogang, kneeling on the ground, turned white in an instant.

He had believed he had handled this as seamlessly as a heavenly robe, and had never mentioned it to anyone.

"Twin martial souls-that's the point you're proudest of in your martial soul theory."

"A trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass simply can't support innate full soul power."

"So you concluded that his other martial soul had to be one of the very best."

Lying on the stretcher, Tang San's fingers twitched slightly.

"So you seized the initiative and took him as your disciple before his second martial soul had awakened."

"Because you knew perfectly well that once he became powerful, you, Yu Xiaogang, would be a powerful man's teacher."

"When that day came, who would dare call you, Yu Xiaogang, worthless?"

"Who would dare call your theories baseless nonsense?"

"From beginning to end, you were never thinking about teaching Tang San to become accomplished."

"You were thinking about using Tang San to whitewash your own reputation!"

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, Yao Xuan spoke coldly.

At Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang's head buzzed as he knelt on the ground.

He had never imagined that Yao Xuan would see through even this.

But in his own eyes, there was nothing wrong with it.

He, Yu Xiaogang, had been born worthless. His martial soul was Luo Sanpao, and he had spent his whole life being trampled underfoot.

Having finally grasped a chance to turn his fortunes around, why shouldn't he take it?

As for what would happen to Tang San in the future, what did that have to do with him, Yu Xiaogang?

All he knew was that he had to turn his fortunes around in this lifetime.

"You still think it's no big deal, don't you?"

"Whether Tang San gets led astray has nothing to do with you, as long as you can turn your fortunes around."

Watching Yu Xiaogang's expression, Yao Xuan spoke mildly, laying bare the calculations in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang knelt on the ground, his lips trembling, unable to refute a single word.

Because he knew perfectly well that every word Yao Xuan had said was true.

"But Yu Xiaogang, have you ever considered-"

"You can't even break through to Soul Elder. You can't even defeat a single Mandala Snake, and have to rely on your disciple to save you."

"What kind of disciple could a teacher like that possibly produce?"

"If Tang San really is led astray by you, that will be your sin!"

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, Yao Xuan continued twisting the knife.

"Teacher Yao Xuan is right! This Yu Xiaogang really did have ulterior motives for taking a disciple!"

"He wasn't taking a disciple at all. He was using someone as a stepping stone!"

"And I used to think he really cared about Tang San. Pah!"

At this sight, the teachers and students of Nuoding Academy all came to a sudden realization, their eyes filled with contempt.

"N-no, that's not true! You're spitting blood to slander me!"

Kneeling on the ground, Yu Xiaogang shook his head desperately, trying to deny Yao Xuan's words.

But his eyes were already filled with utter panic.

He opened his mouth, wanting to offer a few more excuses, but all the words stuck in his throat.