This Grandwet Also Knows a Little Hand-to-Hand Combat

Inside the council hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang's pig-like screams gradually subsided.

Yu Yuanzhen, slightly out of breath, finally stopped and threw down Yu Xiaogang, then wrapped the seven wolves around his waist again.

After a round of beatings as firm as a father's love, Yu Xiaogang's buttocks were swollen high from the blows, and she lay on the cold ground, constantly gasping for breath.

Yu Yuanzhen looked down at Yu Xiaogang and asked, "You unfilial son, tell me, what's the deal with the theoretical competition organized by the Spirit Hall? What's Qian Xunji up to?"

Yu Xiaogang was in excruciating pain and had no mood to answer.

Seeing this, Brother Jie spoke up first, "Sect Master Yu, this competition is spearheaded by the Spirit Hall and jointly organized by the two great empires. It is the highest-level competition on the entire continent."

Brother Wei quickly added, "The Spirit Hall has no other intentions. They've come simply to deliver the invitation in advance and formally inform your sect to prepare for the competition."

"The specific opening date of the competition has not yet been determined; it will depend on His Holiness the Pope with the two great empires before a decision is made."

"But one thing is certain: ample preparation time will be given to all major forces across the continent, along with rewards no less generous than those offered in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament."

Upon learning that the specific time had not yet been set, Yu Yuanzhen frowned, his expression shifting unpredictably.

He returned to the head seat and sat down, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he fell into deep thought.

Upon seeing this, Yu Luomian and several elders immediately began to discuss the matter telepathically within the hall.

"The Spirit Hall's sudden stunt is definitely a trap."

He analyzed with concern, "Moreover, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has always relied on force; when it comes to these theoretical arguments, we are really at a disadvantage."

An elder immediately chimed in, "The Second Master is right. Are we going to watch this good-for-nothing compete? If we let him embarrass himself in front of the entire continent, spouting nonsense, even though he's been expelled from the clan, he still carries the clan's blood. This is clearly Qian Xunji using this opportunity to humiliate our sect's reputation."

Another elder looked troubled and hesitated, saying, "But if we don't go, wouldn't it make us, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, look like we're afraid of them? If we don't even dare to show our faces in a theoretical competition, the whole continent will laugh at us for being afraid to compete."

While everyone was arguing about the sect's reputation and whether to participate in the competition, Brother Jie, Brother Wei, Brother Billy, and Brother Jiao exchanged a knowing glance.

Even if they couldn't hear what the other person said through telepathy, they could roughly guess the situation from their expression.

Brother Jie feigned surprise, covering his mouth and raising his voice. "No way, no way? The number one Beast Martial Soul in the world doesn't even dare to participate in a mere theoretical competition? That's incredibly cowardly!"

Brother Wei shook his head with a mocking expression, clicking his tongue. "This Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is just too lame."

Brother Jiao sighed, unleashing his full sarcasm. "It seems your sect is barely passable when it comes to fighting, but when it comes to academic theory, you reveal your true colors and become a coward."

These taunts struck squarely at the face that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan valued most.

The elders slammed their fists on the table in fury, pointing at Brother Jie three companions and shouting, "Insolence! How dare you spout such nonsense in our sect!"

Unfazed, Brother Jie continued to add fuel to the fire with their shameless grins, "We were just stating the facts. Are they getting impatient? They are!"

"Enough!"

Yu Yuanzhen was furious; he really wanted to slap these four arrogant people to death.

But he couldn't. As the sect leader, he had to consider more factors. Who knew if Qian Xunji would use this as an excuse?

However, this did not stop him from giving the other party a hard time.

Having received prior instructions from Qian Xunji, Brother Jie watched as the situation unfolded exactly as predicted, and exclaimed dramatically, "Oh dear, how terrifying!"

He darted away and hid behind Yu Xiaogang, who had just struggled to her feet.

Brother Jie grabbed Yu Xiaogang's shoulder with his thick, strong hand, using him as a shield.

Taking advantage of the situation, he leaned close to Yu Xiaogang's ear and Youyou a threat:

"Xiao Gang, you don't want the Image Recording Stone of our joint research on the Multi-in-One Martial Soul Fusion Skill to be spread throughout the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan tomorrow, do you? You know what you're going to do, don't you?"

Upon hearing these devilish whispers, Yu Xiaogang felt her vision go black and almost fainted.

"... Blanching!"

His defenses crumbled completely. These guys had caused trouble, and now they were dragging him into it as a scapegoat—his great-father's gun, no less.

But with his weakness in their hands, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Yu Xiaogang, clutching her burning, throbbing buttocks, met her father's murderous gaze, which was on the verge of exploding, and roared fiercely, though her voice betrayed her inner fear:

"Father! You'd better be polite to my close friends! Otherwise..."

The entire room fell eerily silent.

All the elders stared at Yu Xiaogang as if she were a madwoman.

Yu Yuanzhen, who was initially filled with rage, was immediately bewildered by his unfilial son's words. Had this son, who had just been beaten, already forgotten so quickly?

He laughed angrily, "What? You don't actually want to fight me, do you?!"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with fear, instinctively wanting to admit defeat and give in, but Brother Billy's telepathic message reached his ears.

"Oh, my Xiao Gang, you don't want your confidants to display your selflessly dedicated theoretical Image Recording Stone to your father and elders right now, do you?"

With nowhere to retreat, what else could Yu Xiaogang do? He could only continue to meet Yu Yuanzhen's angry glare and squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"If you don't want to reason with me, this Grandwet also knows a little bit of martial arts."

These words silenced the entire sect hall once again.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Yu Yuanzhen suddenly burst into laughter. He was genuinely amused by his rebellious son.

"Fine! Fine! Today I'll see what you, you unfilial son, know about martial arts."

Without saying a word, Yu Yuanzhen drew seven wolves from his waist again and rushed to Yu Xiaogang in the blink of an eye.

He grabbed Yu Xiaogang, pinned the unfilial son upside down in mid-air, and mercilessly began to whip Yu Xiaogang's already swollen buttocks with a hundred strokes.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The dense sound of belts whipping against each other was like rain hitting banana leaves, with various whipping methods bombarding the area in turn.

"Chaotic Cloak Whipping Technique! I'll whip you eighty-one times, using your force against you, each lash heavier than the last!"

Yu Yuanzhen's arm swung around, leaving afterimages, and the belt whipped through the air, creating sonic booms that landed on Yu Xiaogang's buttocks.

"Great Sumeru Whip! Ring Detonation Unification Whip, this will surely shut you up, you stubborn brat!"

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Whip! A series of draws with paralyzing electric shocks!"

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Whip! First draw, second draw, I'll draw again, third draw on!"

Unable to resist, Yu Xiaogang could only let out a beast-like cry, indicating that she needed to increase the intensity. "Hmph hmph hmph ahh...

Liu Erlong, watching from the side, was extremely anxious; it was practically a second chance for him.

When Yu Xiaogang was being whipped, she wanted to rush forward to save him, but was forcibly held down by Yu Luomian's oppressive aura.

Before long, Yu Yuanzhen finally completed a hundred consecutive thrusts. Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who had lost consciousness and was convulsing, he finally felt relieved.

However, as he continued smoking, a strange feeling began to stir within him.

He had spanked this unfilial son before when he was a child, but this time, the feeling of the spanking back was inexplicably strange.

Despite his doubts, he knew that many sects would participate in this competition, and that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had nothing to fear from anyone.

He tied the seven wolves back to his waist, snorted coldly, and loudly announced, "Tell Qian Xunji, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan accepts this competition!"

After speaking, Yu Yuanzhen's gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang, who was lying on the ground with her eyes rolled back. His expression stiffened slightly, and he coughed twice to cover it up.

"Ahem... Guests are welcome. My son accidentally bumped his nail and got paronychia while walking. He'll probably need to rest for a few days before leaving. Please stay at my clan's residence for now."

He left those words behind and strode out of the hall.