Crippling Him in One Blow, Knocking Yu Xiaogang into the Cesspit, and Treating the Grandmaster to a Good Long Drink!

"To think Yu Xiaogang would be so outrageously brazen. Not only did he fail to learn his lesson, he even dared attack me!"

"Truly... a dog can never stop eating shit. This Yu Xiaogang really is beyond saving!"

Although he had not turned around.

With his powerful Divine Sense.

Every move Yu Xiaogang made was as clear as a reflection in a bright mirror to Yao Xuan, with nothing escaping his scrutiny.

Faced with such provocation from Yu Xiaogang, Yao Xuan felt utterly disgusted, even enraged!

After all, a lowly creature born of a failed mutation like Luo Sanpao actually dared use its fart to stink him out?

That truly deserved ten thousand deaths!

As he thought this.

Yao Xuan moved.

In his eyes, trash like Yu Xiaogang did not even qualify to make him turn around.

He raised a hand and casually waved it behind him.

The motion was so effortless that he might as well have been shooing away a fly.

Yet that single casual gesture-

A terrifying blast of wind materialized out of thin air and hurtled straight at Yu Xiaogang!

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang had only just finished chanting his soul incantation.

Before him, Luo Sanpao stuck out its belly, just about to unleash that "Earth-Shattering" fart!

This fart was a killing blow into which Yu Xiaogang had poured all his Soul Power.

As he saw it, once he let it loose, no matter how powerful Yao Xuan was, at least a trace of the stench would have to cling to him.

Unfortunately, he never even got the chance to "let it loose."

Before "Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao" could sound, Yao Xuan's slap arrived first.

Smack!

A crisp crack rang out.

The Luo Sanpao that had only just materialized seemed to have been struck squarely on the head by a massive hammer!

Its entire body instantly exploded into a jumble of scattered lights, dispersing in every direction!

A Martial Soul was linked to its master's Soul Rings.

With that blow, Yu Xiaogang felt as though someone had slammed a heavy hammer solidly into his chest.

Blargh!

A mouthful of blood sprayed wildly from his mouth!

Every trace of color instantly drained from his face.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang felt pain everywhere-in his chest, his back, and all four limbs.

He staggered backward, swaying unsteadily, nearly collapsing to the ground again.

But Yao Xuan clearly had no intention of letting him off just like that.

"You dare throw something so filthy at me?"

Looking at the dispersing white light, Yao Xuan snorted coldly and delivered another backhanded swipe.

This time, the blast of wind struck Yu Xiaogang squarely.

Yu Xiaogang's gaunt body was sent flying backward like a kite with its string snapped!

He tumbled twice in midair, limbs flailing, without even having time to scream.

Thud!

A dull impact rang out.

Yu Xiaogang slammed bodily into the roof of the low outhouse beside the training ground.

The roof was only a few rotten planks cobbled together to begin with. How could it withstand such an impact?

Crack-

The planks snapped cleanly down the middle, and a large section collapsed.

Yu Xiaogang plunged headfirst into the cesspit below, planks and all!

Splash!

The filthy yellow water erupted in a towering splash.

The filth in the pit splattered everywhere, even drenching several nearby students who could not dodge in time.

And just like that, Yu Xiaogang's entire rigid body sank into the golden-yellow sewage.

This outhouse was an old fixture of Nuoding Academy.

After years upon years of accumulation, the filth beneath it had long since risen almost to overflowing.

The moment the roof broke, a sky-high stench instantly spread through the air.

The surrounding students covered their noses and backed away one after another.

The pit was not particularly deep, but for someone wounded all over whose Soul Power had been severely depleted, it was deadly enough.

Yu Xiaogang thrashed desperately in the pit.

He wanted to stand, but the slippery sludge beneath his feet gave him no purchase at all.

The moment he opened his mouth to breathe, the filthy sewage poured straight down his throat.

"Glug... glug..."

He choked and began coughing violently.

But everything he coughed up was that filth.

The rank stench wormed straight into his nose and ears.

Every breath he took required him to swallow a mouthful of filthy water first.

He stretched out both hands and clawed desperately at the stones along the edge of the pit, tearing his fingernails back before he barely managed to raise his head above the filthy yellow water.

His face, already smeared with mud, was now even more unbearable to look at.

In the distance, Tang San watched all of this from his stretcher.

The master he had only recently acknowledged was now soaking in a cesspit, unable even to lift his head.

When had he ever witnessed such a scene in the Tang Sect in his previous life?

He suddenly felt that those kowtows he had made when kneeling back then had not been entirely worth it.

Tang San slowly closed his eyes.

The little respect he had left, already teetering on the brink, sank another great deal at that moment.

And the sight immediately drew a roar of laughter from the watching teachers and students.

"Hahaha! Look! The Grandmaster fell into the cesspit!"

"Tsk, tsk. Just now he was talking about that Ten Core Competencies theory, and look at him now-he's soaking in a cesspit himself!"

"This disciple used to think you were Douluo's greatest Theoretical Grandmaster. Now it looks like you're Douluo's greatest Cesspit Grandmaster!"

Some students laughed so hard they could not straighten their backs, while others even squatted on the ground and slapped their thighs hard.

"If you ask me, now he's truly the Big Wet One!"

Wave after wave of laughter rose ever louder.

Soaking in the cesspit and listening to their laughter, Yu Xiaogang lowered his head further and further.

He did not dare look up.

He feared that if he did, he would see one mocking face after another.

Just then, a bold student suddenly stepped forward from the crowd.

He stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at Yu Xiaogang in the sewage, and grinned.

"Say, Grandmaster, soaking down there, you've certainly eaten your fill. But are you thirsty?"

The student spoke in an exceedingly friendly tone.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you to something hot to drink!"

With that, he actually unfastened his belt in front of everyone.

Whoosh-

A hot stream poured straight down.

With the first taking the lead, a second and a third soon followed.

Splash, splash...

The sound of running water rose and fell all along the edge of the pit.

The student who had led the urinating even whistled down at him.

"Grandmaster, is that enough? If not, we've got plenty more!"

Soaking in the cesspit, Yu Xiaogang was doused all over his head, face, and body.

He wanted to dodge, but the pit was only so big. Where could he hide?

He wanted to curse, but he could not open his mouth. He could only grit his teeth and keep his lips tightly sealed.

The stuff pouring down trickled along his hair, bit by bit.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head even further.

So low that it almost touched the surface of the churning sewage.

He truly had nowhere to hide his shame, desperately wishing a crack would open in the ground for him to crawl into.