So I Was the Clown All Along! (Second Update! Please Vote!)

After Ghost Douluo brought Su Yi back to Spirit Academy from that bandit den, he watched Su Yi sit cross-legged and cultivate his Soul Power, his expression unusually grave.

He did not know how to describe this little fellow. He seemed to have been born to kill.

His nature was cold and emotionless, and it was almost impossible to see anything move him.

Even Ghost Douluo himself, who was cold and taciturn in the Pope's Palace, had taken half a day to recover after killing someone for the first time.

As for that Old Chrysanthemum, after his first kill, he had vomited his guts out.

But this little fellow had gone along with him to kill for the first time.

He had wiped out a bandit den of nearly fifty people, leaving not a single bandit alive.

After killing so many people at once, not only had his expression remained unchanged, even his eyes had not shifted in the slightest.

They were still as calm as ever, as though killing nearly fifty bandits was no different from eating or drinking.

His own coldness was utterly insignificant before this little fellow.

They were simply worlds apart—one in the heavens, the other on the ground.

Moreover, his methods of killing the bandits had been clean and decisive, without a single unnecessary movement.

Every time he struck, someone died.

Every attack of his had targeted the enemy's vital points.

Once he hit, it was an instant kill.

What shocked him most was when the dust had obscured everyone's vision.

He had no idea what method this little fellow had used, but he had entered the dust and silently appeared behind his enemies before killing them in a single blow. And the people he killed could not make even the slightest sound.

Only after the dust slowly settled and their vision returned did they discover that so many people around them had vanished.

This little fellow had shown him what the art of killing truly was.

Silent killings, every move fatal.

Every time he acted, a life disappeared at his hands.

This kid was simply a monster.

As Ghost Douluo watched Su Yi cultivate, he could not help thinking, If this kid reaches the Soul Saint level, he could easily assassinate even Titled Douluo like us.

If this kid set his sights on someone, it could be said that death itself had set its sights on them.

Once he had his eye on you, you would not dare eat or sleep. You would be restless day and night, until you were driven mad alive.

Because you never knew when a venomous snake lurking in the dark would deliver a fatal blow.

No, this kid was far more terrifying than a venomous snake.

Being targeted by him was like having a scythe capable of taking your life at any moment hanging above your head—an invitation from death.

No wonder this kid had looked so surprised when he taught him killing techniques, gazing at him with that expression.

No wonder when he said he was afraid, this kid had not refuted him with a single word and had instead looked at him even more strangely.

His brain must have been kicked by a donkey, or flooded with water. He had actually mistaken the look in this kid's eyes, as if he were looking at a fool, for fear.

Back then, the way he had looked at him was definitely the way one looked at a complete idiot.

As for his killing techniques, let alone ten of him, even a hundred of him would not possess Su Yi's silent killing skills.

Su Yi had shown him what the art of killing was.

So I was the clown all along.

Thinking this, Ghost Douluo lowered his head and began searching around beneath his feet.

He wanted to see if there was a hole in the ground he could crawl into.

Had he lost his mind? He had actually taken this kid out to kill people to temper his character, and had even shamelessly claimed he would teach him killing techniques.

With this kid's temperament, did he even need tempering? Even Ghost Douluo himself needed to be tempered, but Su Yi, this killing prodigy, did not.

Looking at Su Yi in cultivation, Ghost Douluo felt his old face burning with embarrassment.

Ghost Douluo sighed inwardly. He had originally thought this would be a fine assignment.

After all, this little fellow was His Holiness the Pope's Direct Disciple. And His Holiness the Pope had made it clear that after graduating, this little fellow would become Spirit Hall's Holy Son.

What did that represent? It meant this little fellow would very likely become the next Pope of Spirit Hall.

If this little fellow became Pope, then he would be the man who had personally taught the future Pope.

His status within Spirit Hall would rise accordingly.

Moreover, Spirit Hall's future Pope would certainly be chosen from between this little fellow and Nana.

These two had the greatest expectations placed on them.

Of course, there was another person who was also a prospective Pope. However, His Holiness the Pope greatly disliked and detested that person, so it was impossible for him to pass the position of Pope to him.

Even if that person had the Grand Elder behind him.

But given what had happened now...

He had taught nothing at all, only to be treated like an idiot by this little fellow and slapped in the face again and again.

Ghost Douluo sighed again at the thought.

"What training is there today?"

At some point, Su Yi had already emerged from cultivation and stood before Ghost Douluo. Looking at the sighing Ghost Douluo, he asked coldly.

"Training?"

Hearing Su Yi's words, Ghost Douluo murmured softly.

There really was nothing he could teach this fellow. Aside from raising his Soul Power, this little fellow did not need him at all when it came to temperament or combat skills.

"There will be no training for the time being. Your main priority now is to increase your Soul Power. After all, your Soul Power Level is too low."

"You're only level fifteen now. You're far too weak!"

After thinking for a long time, Ghost Douluo looked at Su Yi and spoke earnestly, like an elder advising a junior.

"Got it."

Hearing Ghost Douluo's words, Su Yi turned and sat on a stone, resuming his cultivation to increase the Soul Power within his body.

Watching Su Yi enter cultivation, Ghost Douluo secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Now, Ghost Douluo was rather grateful that Su Yi had such a personality.

If it had been that little girl Nana instead, he would not even need to think about it to know how miserable his days ahead would be.

How could such a killing prodigy exist in this world?

His Holiness the Pope truly had an eye for talent. In one stroke, he had picked up the killing prodigy who would possess Spirit Hall's greatest combat power and lethality in the future.

As Ghost Douluo watched Su Yi cultivate, he was incomparably certain of this.

As long as this little fellow reached the Titled Douluo realm in the future, even if he and Old Chrysanthemum joined forces, and even the Clear Sky Sect's strongest Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, would definitely be no match for him.

Thinking of the scene where Su Yi, after becoming a Titled Douluo, met Tang Hao and killed him with a single strike, Ghost Douluo's eyes could not help glowing as he looked at Su Yi.

But when this little fellow became a Titled Douluo, what title should he receive?

Thinking this, Ghost Douluo gazed at Su Yi and fell into deep thought.

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