Especially when he heard that, just because the woman from Spirit Hall had wiped the blood from Yu Xiaogang's mouth, Yu Xiaogang refused to believe she was still the one who had knocked him out the next two times, Yu Xiaolong swore outright.
"Idiot! How could my younger brother be so stupid? Just because that woman wiped the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief, he thought she was a good person? How does his brain even work?"
When he heard the servant say that the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena had repeatedly urged Yu Xiaogang to leave the arena and Suotuo City quickly to avoid getting hurt again and again, only to meet with a flat refusal.
Yu Xiaolong truly felt the urge to lift the top off his younger brother's skull himself and see whether water had gotten into his brain.
Hundreds upon thousands of eyes had witnessed that woman from Spirit Hall knock his younger brother out several times. Could that possibly be fake?
Why did his younger brother refuse to believe it no matter what? He even insisted, like some paranoid obsessive, that the woman was wonderful.
Yu Xiaolong was almost beside himself with anger. His younger brother might be useless in terms of strength, but he had a decent head on his shoulders. Why had he been so muddleheaded this time?
Could it be... Yu Xiaolong sucked in a cold breath. Had his younger brother fallen for that woman from Spirit Hall? What a joke. That was absolutely unacceptable.
The Upper Three Sects, including their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, had always been at odds with Spirit Hall. If his younger brother really had fallen for that woman from Spirit Hall and would marry no one else in his lifetime, they were finished.
Their second uncle and the elders had long been dissatisfied with his younger brother's utterly worthless strength and aptitude.
But his younger brother had committed no major wrongs, so their father could at least suppress their discontent.
If his younger brother insisted on marrying that woman from Spirit Hall, their second uncle and the elders would surely seize on it. After all, this was a serious act of colluding with the enemy, something they would never tolerate.
Besides, that woman from Spirit Hall had repeatedly knocked his younger brother out when he was off guard, striking him in the head every time without the slightest intention of holding back.
Had the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena not handled matters appropriately and sent Healing-type Soul Masters to treat him, his younger brother would probably have become an idiot by now, if he had not died.
His younger brother really never gave anyone a moment's peace. If their father learned of this, who knew how furious he would be?
Yu Xiaolong felt a terrible headache coming on. It seemed he would have to go to Suotuo City himself and bring his younger brother back. With that stubborn temper of his, getting him to come to his senses and return on his own would probably be difficult.
He gave the servant a slight nod, took twenty Gold Soul Coins from his Storage Soul Tool, and placed them in the servant's hands with a smile.
"Thank you for your efforts. Take these Gold Soul Coins as your payment. Sorry for the trouble, but please pass a message to the Great Soul Arena's higher-ups: I, Yu Xiaolong, will pay them a visit within the next few days."
Looking at those twenty glittering Gold Soul Coins, the servant's exhaustion vanished like smoke, and he spoke ingratiatingly.
"This-this was only my duty. You're far too kind. Even if you're paying me, there's no need to give me so much."
Despite his words, his body was quite honest. He accepted the twenty Gold Soul Coins and stuffed them straight into his pocket, his eyes narrowing into slits with his smile.
I'm rich! I've really struck it rich this time! This feels wonderful.
After the servant took his leave, Yu Xiaolong returned to the council hall without saying anything.
Only after the clan meeting ended and Yu Luomian and the elders rose and left did Yu Xiaolong explain the entire affair to Yu Yuanzhen.
Hearing of his second son's idiotic behavior in the Great Soul Arena, Yu Yuanzhen was furious too. He wanted to go to Suotuo City himself and drag his second son home in ropes.
"How could Xiaogang be so stupid? That unfilial brat, that unfilial brat..."
In Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, it did not matter if his second son was useless. With his father there to protect him, it hardly mattered if he spent his whole life stuck in the teens or at level twenty.
He could protect him for the rest of his life. Even if he died in some accident one day, his eldest son could still protect his only full younger brother.
Yet that fool had run off to the Great Soul Arena and fallen for a woman from Spirit Hall, a woman who had repeatedly knocked him out when he was off guard.
And his second son still defended that woman from Spirit Hall wholeheartedly, refusing to believe how ruthless she was. He was utterly disgracing the clan.
After pondering for a moment, Yu Yuanzhen told Yu Xiaolong in a grave voice, "Xiaolong, take a few men to the Great Soul Arena yourself and bring that unfilial brat back to me. If he dares resist, bring him back even if you have to break his legs."
"Yes. I'll make the arrangements right away." Yu Xiaolong nodded, turned, and left.
Yu Yuanzhen knocked his right fist against his own head and sighed heavily. "Xiaogang, when will you ever give your father some peace of mind?"
The scene shifted back to the Great Soul Arena, where Yu Xiaogang was searching very cautiously for Zhao Ling, Bibi Dong, and their companions.
Only when he spotted Bibi Dong fighting a level 57 Power Attack System Battle Soul King with exhilarating intensity on one of the platforms did he find Zhao Ling nearby, holding the woman named Ah Yin in his arms.
At that moment, Zhao Ling had his back to him, and the distance between them was only forty meters.
At the sight of Zhao Ling's utterly detestable back and that head covered in thick hair.
An intense desire immediately surged in Yu Xiaogang's heart. This man surnamed Zhao had knocked him out so many times. Whatever happened, he had to avenge his humiliation.
He would knock this fellow down in front of Miss Dong'er too!
Once that thought appeared, it kept swelling in his heart, becoming increasingly impossible to suppress.
He cast his original decision to endure and wait until he had the strength to take revenge beyond the highest heavens.
Yu Xiaogang warily looked around, finally spotting a wooden chair with a backrest nearby. He grabbed the wooden chair and crept toward the man surnamed Zhao.
Forty meters... twenty meters... ten meters... five meters...
Closer. Closer and closer. I can finally have my revenge!!!
(PS: Some readers complained that I wrote too much fighting. All right, I'll finish the Great Soul Arena section as soon as possible and focus on winning over the female leads. Thank you.)
Chapter 51: Such a vicious beating?
The thrill of his imminent revenge twisted Yu Xiaogang's entire face, and madness gleamed in his eyes. You're finished, Zhao!
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to smash the chair in his hands down on Zhao Ling, he suddenly felt a vicious kick strike the left side of his lower back.
The kick sent him stumbling and flying two meters away, and the wooden chair fell from his hands.
Before he could even register the burning pain in his left lower back, the person who had kicked him down picked up the chair and smashed it savagely against his back, curses ringing in his ears.
"You fucking dare sneak up on our Boss Zhao? Do you have a death wish? Fuck you! What the hell do you think you are?"
The heavy, vicious force crashed into his back. The very first blow was enough to make Yu Xiaogang's vision go black.
In the second before he lost consciousness, Yu Xiaogang crumbled inside. What the hell is going on? I was already so, so careful approaching that beast Zhao.
Why did someone land another sneak attack on me? Heavens, could you stop doing this? Can't you let me teach Zhao a lesson just once?
Yu Xiaogang desperately wanted to turn and look at the sneaky bastard who had ambushed him, but he never got his wish and passed out.
Naturally, the incident drew hundreds upon thousands of watching eyes.
Zhao Ling and Ah Yin turned around in confusion, only to see Qian Hu from Spirit Hall smashing a wooden chair repeatedly against Yu Xiaogang, who lay unconscious on the floor.
Seemingly sensing Zhao Ling's questioning gaze, Qian Hu plastered an ingratiating smile across his face.
"Boss Zhao, I just saw this fellow sneaking up on you. He was probably trying to harm you, so I kicked him down and taught him a good lesson. Are you all right?"
Zhao Ling's lips twitched. He looked at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang with some pity, at a loss for what to say. Wasn't this fellow far too unlucky?
His attempt to sneak up and ambush him had failed, and Qian Hu had spotted him and knocked him out instead. It was truly miserable.
Honestly, Zhao Ling had been entirely focused on watching Bibi Dong fight her opponent and had paid no attention to the possibility of anyone sneaking up on him.
Of course, the main reason was that, with his current strength and the effects of his Primary Barbarian Battle Body, never mind a weakling like Yu Xiaogang swinging a wooden chair at him.
Even Tang Hao at his present stage, swinging his Clear Sky Hammer and hitting him with his strongest Soul Skill, might not be able to hurt him in the slightest.
Precisely because his skill gave him courage, Zhao Ling could not be bothered to take any precautions.
Zhao Ling pointed toward the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena on a raised platform in the distance and lazily instructed Qian Hu.
"Stop hitting him. Any more and this idiot will die. Toss him to the Great Soul Arena staff. Consider it showing the arena some respect. Don't kill anyone here."
Naturally, Qian Hu did not understand. Why not simply kill this blind fool? Why save him?
Showing the Great Soul Arena some respect? Ha, how ridiculous. Zhao Ling is a mighty Titled Douluo. Why would he need to show the Great Soul Arena any respect?
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan might have a Titled Douluo too, but he certainly couldn't compare with Boss Zhao. After all, Elder Ju himself admitted it.
Even the Supreme Pontiff might not be Boss Zhao's match, let alone that old mudfish from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
What he did not know was that Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong shared the same thought. If they wanted to kill Yu Xiaogang, it would not be the slightest bit harder than crushing an ant.
But once they killed him, where would they find such a ridiculous toy? A toy this ridiculous deserved to be tormented slowly. There was plenty of time ahead, after all...
Although he could not understand Zhao Ling's intentions, Qian Hu obediently carried Yu Xiaogang over to the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena, tossed him to the floor like a dead dog, and said casually.
"Our Boss Zhao said he'd show your Great Soul Arena some respect and leave this fellow for you to deal with..."
With that, Qian Hu turned and left, not bothering with the peculiar look the arena manager gave him.
The arena manager slapped his own forehead, his head aching terribly.
What the fuck... The arena manager truly wanted to curse. Was this Second Young Master Yu of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan an idiot?
They had finally managed to heal his injuries completely over the past few days, only for this fellow to foolishly try to ambush someone again. His sneak attack had failed, and he had been knocked unconscious instead.
What sins had their Great Soul Arena committed to encounter an idiot like this?
Had he not feared that this fellow's death in the Great Soul Arena would bring down the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's towering wrath, he would have thrown him out and left him to fend for himself.
Now he could only hope that the servant he had sent to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would deliver his message soon.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan needed to send someone quickly to take this moron away. They absolutely could not leave him in their Great Soul Arena to keep making trouble.
With a heavy sigh, the arena manager hurriedly arranged for someone to treat Yu Xiaogang.
When a Healing-type Soul Saint retained by the Great Soul Arena was summoned and saw the familiar face of the unfortunate fellow lying on the floor, he immediately launched into a tirade.
"Why is it this fellow again? In just these few days, I've already saved him five or six times, haven't I? Can't you make him settle down and stop causing trouble all day long?
"So what if he's the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's second young master? That doesn't mean he can make a fool of a Healing-type Soul Saint whenever he wants! I, I won't..."
Just as the Healing-type Soul Saint was about to shout that he quit, the arena manager interrupted him and offered a payment that tempted him.
The cursing Healing-type Soul Saint immediately beamed and nodded repeatedly.
"It's fine. Isn't it just Second Young Master Yu getting hurt? I'll treat him right away."
With that, the Healing-type Soul Saint examined Yu Xiaogang's injuries and was startled. "What sort of grudge warranted such a vicious beating? His thoracic vertebrae have been smashed, and the left side of his lower back is badly injured too..."
Not daring to delay further, he began treating Yu Xiaogang.
With his thoracic vertebrae broken and his kidney severely injured by the kick, treating him was no easy task.
Only after three full hours did the Healing-type Soul Saint restore Yu Xiaogang to roughly fifty or sixty percent, leaving himself utterly exhausted.
Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who remained unconscious despite being fifty or sixty percent recovered, the arena manager beckoned to several subordinates and had them carry him away.
Watching Yu Xiaogang being carried away, the arena manager sank into thought. I've saved this Second Young Master Yu so many times. How should I squeeze a hefty payment out of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Asking for too little would hardly do justice to my hardworking subordinates...
Chapter 52: One mountain cannot hold two tigers
When the morning's arena matches ended, Bibi Dong walked down from the platform, came happily over to Zhao Ling, and asked with concern.
"That fellow named Yu Xiaogang tried to ambush you just now. He didn't frighten you, did he? Luckily, Qian Hu was quick-witted and gave Yu Xiaogang a beating.
"Ah, what a shame I was on the platform at the time. Otherwise, I'd have beaten him myself until even his own father couldn't recognize him."
"Frighten me? That fellow could frighten me? Don't joke. Is he even worthy?"
Zhao Ling curled his lip disdainfully. A good-for-nothing like Yu Xiaogang thought he could frighten him with a wooden chair? Did he really think Zhao Ling was made of clay?
"Good, as long as you weren't frightened. Little Sister Ah Yin, you weren't frightened either, were you?"
After asking Zhao Ling, Bibi Dong turned her gaze to Ah Yin in his arms, looking deeply concerned.
Because Zhao Ling had used the Soul-Sealing Secret Art to seal Ah Yin's Soul Power and presence completely, no one who met her could sense the slightest trace of Soul Power from her. Naturally, they took her for an ordinary person with no Soul Power at all.
Bibi Dong thought the sudden incident might have frightened her, so she feigned concern to tease her.
Who told her to keep deliberately nestling in Zhao Ling's arms in front of her, showing off for all she was worth?
Ah Yin naturally understood Bibi Dong's intentions and knew even more clearly that she wanted to compete with her for Zhao Ling. They could be considered rivals in love.
Perhaps Zhao Ling wanted to catch both of them in one net, but what woman would willingly let her future partner like another woman?
Thus, Ah Yin did not hold back either, immediately showing off with barbed sweetness.
"No need to worry, Sister. With Brother Ling protecting me, how could I possibly be frightened? Brother Ling, isn't that right?"
After that coy, calculated display, Ah Yin sweetly rested her head against Zhao Ling's chest, showing just how close their relationship was, to see whether Bibi Dong would get jealous.
Bibi Dong immediately exploded inside. Even now, she could not say exactly how she felt about Zhao Ling. After all, they had only known each other for a week.
But she disliked the feeling of seeing Ah Yin held in Zhao Ling's arms right in front of her, showing off so relentlessly.
In her anger, Bibi Dong threw caution to the winds and pulled Ah Yin out of Zhao Ling's embrace.
Then she possessively linked her arm through Zhao Ling's and shot Ah Yin a fierce glare with her beautiful eyes, looking as though she would not rest until she had stolen him away.
Ah Yin met Bibi Dong's gaze unhappily too. She had been perfectly comfortable in Zhao Ling's arms, only to be suddenly dragged away. Who could possibly be happy about that?
Watching this, Yue Guan could not help frowning. What's gotten into Miss? Has she really fallen for a man she's only known for a week?
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