Douluo Continent: Taking Tang San to fight Gangzi

Chapter 34 Xiao Lin's mockery causes Yu Xiaogang's Dao heart to collapse.

"Oh? That's all?"

Yu Xiaogang stared at Xiao Lin with a face full of doubt and disbelief.

Doesn't Xiao Lin understand how powerful the soul skill he's talking about is?

After acquiring the soul skill that increases attack power, Xiao Lin only needs to follow his calculations and maximize his strength to replicate Haotian Douluo's soul ring selection, and he will be invincible!

Do kids these days not want power anymore?

"Really? Is that that amazing? Do you even understand martial spirits?"

Xiao Lin's face was full of disdain, his small face full of mockery, which made him look very comical.

"I don't understand martial spirits?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was furious.

"No one on this continent dares to say I don't understand martial spirits (in my own opinion)," Yu Xiaogang roared inwardly.

"Xiao Lin, listen up! No one understands martial spirits better than me!" Yu Xiaogang's nostrils flared as he exhaled rapidly.

"If you say that, then you must be very powerful, right? You must be a Title Douluo, right?"

Xiao Lin said in a sarcastic tone, but his face showed an expression of admiration.

Tang San's lips twitched. If he weren't a disciple of the Tang Clan and had better self-control, he would have burst out laughing.

Xiao Lin is such a wicked guy!

They knew perfectly well that Yu Xiaogang was a good-for-nothing, yet they still openly mocked him.

"I may not be a Title Douluo, but I am definitely the strongest master in theory!"

Yu Xiaogang was a little less confident at this point, but he was still quite confident in his theory.

So what if he's a Title Douluo? Does that mean he's more suitable to teach Xiao Lin than him?

"Then you must be Contra!"

Xiao Lin suddenly realized what was going on and made a conflicted expression.

It's like, "If you were Contra, becoming your disciple wouldn't be out of the question."

"I'm not Contra... but I'm a master, and I have ten core competitive theories."

"I'm not interested in your garbage theories. Are you some kind of Soul Saint?"

Xiao Lin tilted his head and continued to press for answers.

"I am a level 29 Great Soul Master, but I cultivated my innate half-level soul power to reach level 29. If you become my disciple..."

"What? A level 29 useless Soul Master? How boring."

Xiao Lin shook his head, directly interrupting Yu Xiaogang's speech.

"Let's go, Xiao San. I've heard that there are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters. How can someone like that be our teacher?"

At this point, Xiao Lin unleashed his full sarcasm.

Using Yu Xiaogang's words to refute Yu Xiaogang gave Xiao Lin a great sense of excitement in debating.

"Okay, Brother Lin."

Tang San agreed, and before leaving, he glanced at Yu Xiaogang expressionlessly.

That one glance sent Yu Xiaogang, already on edge, into a rage.

He mocked me, I know I'm useless, but what right does he have to mock me?

Aren't you also a useless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass (Blue Silver King)?

Let's see how you acquire spirit rings and become a powerful spirit master in the future.

Although many dark thoughts had already formed in his mind, Yu Xiaogang was still unwilling to give up on Xiao Lin.

This was his life's hope!

He still has one last hope and confidence in taking down Xiao Lin.

Yu Xiaogang acted decisively, and with his adult physique, he ran directly to Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin frowned, staring at Yu Xiaogang with bloodshot eyes, and took out a Martial Soul Report in his hand.

"This is the Spirit Hall's recent Spirit Report. It was published because the editors of the Spirit Hall recognized my wisdom. You might not believe anything else, but you should at least believe this, right?"

"Who knows if you stole it?"

Xiao Lin acted like a child, refusing to listen.

"I……"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting Xiao Lin to be so stubborn.

"What exactly do you want in order for you to believe in my wisdom?"

After exhaling several breaths of stale air, Yu Xiaogang changed his approach and asked the question.

"Reach level 30 first."

Xiao Lin shrugged, "I really can't do anything with you."

"I...you..."

Yu Xiaogang suddenly became incoherent. If he could really break through level 30, would he still be here?

In Douluo Continent, level 30 is a significant milestone.

If there were a way to overcome this obstacle, all level 29 Soul Masters in the world would have to pay homage to him.

Yu Xiaogang felt utterly humiliated, knowing that countless people at the school gate were watching and mocking him.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Yu Xiaogang has clearly become a madman who lures and deceives gifted children.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang already had the idea of ​​backing down.

"Very well, since you are unwilling to become my disciple, let's settle this with facts."

Yu Xiaogang finally thought of his correspondence with Flanders, and that Flanders had said his school had recruited many geniuses.

He had originally told Flander about his future disciples Tang San and Xiao Lin, but now he could only live a life of dependence on others.

Thinking of all this, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and decided to directly threaten Xiao Lin.

"Eight years from now, I will lead my disciples to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition, and I will prove how correct my theory is."

"Don't be too scared to show up when the time comes."

Yu Xiaogang directly announced the eight-year agreement, which made Xiao Lin suspect that he was the villain.

However, Yu Xiaogang doesn't seem to be able to prove that he shouldn't underestimate the poor middle-aged.

"Boring, mind your own business."

Xiao Lin wasn't afraid, but he felt that agreeing to Yu Xiaogang's request would somewhat affect his future development.

He was determined to lead Tang San and the others to first place in the competition.

Compared to the trash squad, wouldn't that make our own standards look trash and lead to complacency?

Xiao Lin, with Tang San by his side, glanced at Yu Xiaogang standing before him and frowned slightly.

What time is it? Why are you still stopping me?

Xiao Lin then walked up to Yu Xiaogang, pushed him hard with his small hand, knocking him down, and left without looking back.

All that remains is Yu Xiaogang's frail, overburdened, and incredibly strange landscape.

In the dim light, Yu Xiaogang seemed to hear the mockery of those around him.

And then there was the growing disdain from Xiao Lin and Tang San, which gradually faded into the distance.

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash. If you're trash for a day, you'll be trash for a lifetime."

"I'm a genius, not a failure. Why would I take a failure as my teacher?"

"Brother Lin, that good-for-nothing is so annoying! How does he even have the nerve to live?"

"Brother Lin, why are you wasting your time talking nonsense with him?"

"In my opinion, he already has..."

Tang San's last words were cut off by Xiao Lin, whose upbringing forbade him from having murderous intent.

Hearing Xiao Lin and Tang San's words faintly, Yu Xiaogang felt a wave of dizziness and his mind went blank.

In the end, he was pushed unconscious by Xiao Lin, a mere child, at the entrance of Notting Academy.

"Quick, something's wrong! The master has fainted!"

At this moment, the teachers at Notting College noticed Yu Xiaogang and quickly called their colleagues, wanting to offer him some help.

Although these teachers also looked down on Yu Xiaogang, he was still a friend of the dean to some extent.

Moreover, Yu Xiaogang's death... collapsing at the entrance of Notting College is not a good thing for the school.

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