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Chapter 150: Yu Xiaogang's Discontent.
April 4, 2023 Author: Fu Hejun
On the Arena.
Facing Yu Xiaogang, a middle-aged man walked up. This person was clearly his opponent.
"Ma Youcai, Martial Soul Mighty Mad Ox, Level 52 Spirit King." The middle-aged man courteously reported his Martial Soul and level, not showing any disdain despite his opponent's lower level.
"Yu Xiaogang, Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, Level 29 Great Soul Master."
Announcing his Martial Soul level under the gaze of so many people, Yu Xiaogang felt a hint of shame internally, but on the surface, he had to feign nonchalance. He tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor befitting a Grandmaster.
"This combat is solely to test your various qualities, so I will not make the first move. You may use all your means to attack." After the middle-aged man summoned his Martial Soul, a pair of ox horns grew on his head, and five Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—shone around his body.
"Then I shall offend."
Yu Xiaogang's originally somewhat listless eyes suddenly brightened. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, then quickly separated them downwards, "Come out, Luo Sanpao."
With a soft puff, a wisp of light purple soul power emerged from his palms, and soon a creature appeared on the Arena. It looked very much like a dog, but its size was more akin to a pig.
This unknown creature was over 1.5 meters long, and its waistline was probably similar. Its entire body was covered in light purple fur, its two small ears drooped, and a pair of deep blue eyes blinked repeatedly. Its chubby body twisted, causing its plump rear to sway from side to side. With its four short, stout legs, it was hard to imagine how slow its movements would be.
On top of this creature's head was a round bulge, its purpose unknown.
As soon as it appeared, it ran towards Yu Xiaogang, rubbing its large head against his leg.
Two halos rose from Yu Xiaogang's feet, swirling around his body. Both halos were yellow, clearly Hundred-Year Soul Rings.
However, the crowd below the stage burst into laughter.
"Haha, what is that thing, fat as a ball?"
"The so-called Grandmaster's Martial Soul is actually a pig?"
"Hahahaha, that's too funny."
"I'm genuinely curious, what abilities does this pig have? Can it ram people?"
On the Arena.
Listening to the crowd's mockery below, Yu Xiaogang's face twitched violently, but he said nothing. He only swore silently in his heart! "Hmph! Just wait until I'm accepted into the Academy; you'll all be crying then."
"I will let you know that even if my Martial Soul is useless, a grandmaster's wisdom is something you can never hope to match!"
"Sanpao!"
Yu Xiaogang called out. The pig-like Martial Soul let out a low growl, followed by an intake of breath like a howling hurricane. Immediately after, its already corpulent belly expanded at an astonishing speed, looking like a gradually enlarging sphere.
The middle-aged man opposite saw this scene and his expression turned serious, thinking Luo Sanpao was about to release a shockwave or similar attack from its mouth. Not daring to let his guard down, his third Soul Ring lit up, and then a circular protective barrier appeared around his body, firmly protecting him.
Yu Xiaogang raised his hand and waved. A yellow halo flew from his body and enveloped Luo Sanpao. He then let out a solemn shout, "Fart Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Luo Sanpao's clear blue eyes suddenly lit up. The yellow halo surrounding its body seemed to transform into a light screen. Its plump body suddenly sprang up, astonishingly rising to a height of five meters. It twisted its form in the air, and then a thunderous boom instantly erupted.
Everyone below the Arena craned their necks, eagerly anticipating Luo Sanpao's astonishing performance. With its belly swelled so large, they probably expected it to unleash a roaring shockwave or similar attack from its mouth, right?
However, in the next second.
Suddenly, a mask appeared in Yu Xiaogang's hand, and he immediately put it on.
"Bang!!!"
Along with that booming sound, a yellow light shield was suddenly released, striking the middle-aged man, who remained in his protective barrier, with overwhelming force.
A foul stench swept across the Arena.
"Ugh!"
"What the hell is that smell??"
"It stinks too much!"
"The skill is actually farting?!"
"The 'Grandmaster's' skill is farting; it really lives up to his title of 'Grandmaster'!"
Many people covered their noses and spoke mockingly.
Sun Zhongjing on the high platform frowned as he looked at the mess around him. With a wave of his hand, a strong gust of wind swept through, blowing the foul odor from the farts far away.
Subsequently, the entire Arena was suddenly enveloped by a semi-circular protective barrier. This was done to prevent the smell from spreading out, as it was clear Yu Xiaogang wouldn't just use this one skill.
On the Arena.
The middle-aged man maintained his protective barrier, forcefully taking Luo Sanpao's loud fart. While there was no injury, the humiliation was immense!
His face couldn't help but twitch violently. He thought, "Are all sorts of freaks daring to apply as teachers now?"
Seeing that his first attack had no effect on the middle-aged man, Yu Xiaogang showed no surprise. Instead, he immediately used his second Soul Skill.
"Fart Like Smoke, Inducing Slumber Luo Sanpao."
Yu Xiaogang unleashed a major technique. Luo Sanpao's plump body leaped, then spun in the air. With a puff, a plume of yellow gas sprayed from its chubby rear, filling the entire Arena.
Yu Xiaogang's two Soul Rings could respectively imbue Luo Sanpao's skills with the effects of vibration and hypnosis. Both were now fully utilized.
After using these two skills, Yu Xiaogang had no other moves left. As for a self-created soul skill? If he had that ability, would he still be the "Grandmaster"?
Seeing that the protective barrier still hadn't budged, Yu Xiaogang's face showed some disappointment. He knew his performance in this test stage was poor and definitely wouldn't pass.
However, Yu Xiaogang believed his written examination score would undoubtedly be perfect. Relying on his profound capital as a theory grandmaster, even if this martial examination wasn't good, the results from his written examination would surely make Medicine King Your Excellency look at him with new eyes, allowing him to pass the test and become a teacher at White Cloud Academy.
"Alright, the test is over."
Seeing that Yu Xiaogang had no more moves, Sun Zhongjing on the high platform immediately announced. Then, with a wave of his hand, the protective barrier encompassing the Arena rapidly retracted towards its center, enveloping the foul-smelling, poisonous mist. It then condensed into a sphere and flew towards the sky, disappearing somewhere unknown.
The air finally cleared.
The middle-aged man on the Arena let out a long breath, greedily breathing in the fresh air. Earlier, to avoid inhaling the stench, he had held his breath for an extremely long time. If not for the support of his soul power, he would have likely suffocated to death.
"Next, the assessment results will be announced."
Sun Zhongjing on the high platform swept his gaze over the many applicants below and the confident Yu Xiaogang on the Arena, calmly stating, "Yu Xiaogang, unfortunately, you are unqualified."
As soon as these words were uttered, the other applicants showed no surprise. After all, in their eyes, Yu Xiaogang was a complete joke. His theories were rotten, and his Martial Soul was even worse. If White Cloud Academy could recruit such a person, it would be far too disappointing for them.
However, Yu Xiaogang on the Arena declared that he could not accept this result!
"I protest!"
"I refuse to accept!"
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but protest loudly.
Of course, the reason he dared to speak to a Limit Douluo in such a manner was primarily due to Sun Zhongjing's persona, which was not one to easily get angry over people's aggressive remarks. Furthermore, as this was a recruitment process, he, as an applicant, felt it was unfair, and thus naturally had the right to protest.
(end of chapter)
April 4, 2023 Author: Fu Hejun
On the Arena.
Facing Yu Xiaogang, a middle-aged man walked up. This person was clearly his opponent.
"Ma Youcai, Martial Soul Mighty Mad Ox, Level 52 Spirit King." The middle-aged man courteously reported his Martial Soul and level, not showing any disdain despite his opponent's lower level.
"Yu Xiaogang, Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, Level 29 Great Soul Master."
Announcing his Martial Soul level under the gaze of so many people, Yu Xiaogang felt a hint of shame internally, but on the surface, he had to feign nonchalance. He tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor befitting a Grandmaster.
"This combat is solely to test your various qualities, so I will not make the first move. You may use all your means to attack." After the middle-aged man summoned his Martial Soul, a pair of ox horns grew on his head, and five Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—shone around his body.
"Then I shall offend."
Yu Xiaogang's originally somewhat listless eyes suddenly brightened. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, then quickly separated them downwards, "Come out, Luo Sanpao."
With a soft puff, a wisp of light purple soul power emerged from his palms, and soon a creature appeared on the Arena. It looked very much like a dog, but its size was more akin to a pig.
This unknown creature was over 1.5 meters long, and its waistline was probably similar. Its entire body was covered in light purple fur, its two small ears drooped, and a pair of deep blue eyes blinked repeatedly. Its chubby body twisted, causing its plump rear to sway from side to side. With its four short, stout legs, it was hard to imagine how slow its movements would be.
On top of this creature's head was a round bulge, its purpose unknown.
As soon as it appeared, it ran towards Yu Xiaogang, rubbing its large head against his leg.
Two halos rose from Yu Xiaogang's feet, swirling around his body. Both halos were yellow, clearly Hundred-Year Soul Rings.
However, the crowd below the stage burst into laughter.
"Haha, what is that thing, fat as a ball?"
"The so-called Grandmaster's Martial Soul is actually a pig?"
"Hahahaha, that's too funny."
"I'm genuinely curious, what abilities does this pig have? Can it ram people?"
On the Arena.
Listening to the crowd's mockery below, Yu Xiaogang's face twitched violently, but he said nothing. He only swore silently in his heart! "Hmph! Just wait until I'm accepted into the Academy; you'll all be crying then."
"I will let you know that even if my Martial Soul is useless, a grandmaster's wisdom is something you can never hope to match!"
"Sanpao!"
Yu Xiaogang called out. The pig-like Martial Soul let out a low growl, followed by an intake of breath like a howling hurricane. Immediately after, its already corpulent belly expanded at an astonishing speed, looking like a gradually enlarging sphere.
The middle-aged man opposite saw this scene and his expression turned serious, thinking Luo Sanpao was about to release a shockwave or similar attack from its mouth. Not daring to let his guard down, his third Soul Ring lit up, and then a circular protective barrier appeared around his body, firmly protecting him.
Yu Xiaogang raised his hand and waved. A yellow halo flew from his body and enveloped Luo Sanpao. He then let out a solemn shout, "Fart Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Luo Sanpao's clear blue eyes suddenly lit up. The yellow halo surrounding its body seemed to transform into a light screen. Its plump body suddenly sprang up, astonishingly rising to a height of five meters. It twisted its form in the air, and then a thunderous boom instantly erupted.
Everyone below the Arena craned their necks, eagerly anticipating Luo Sanpao's astonishing performance. With its belly swelled so large, they probably expected it to unleash a roaring shockwave or similar attack from its mouth, right?
However, in the next second.
Suddenly, a mask appeared in Yu Xiaogang's hand, and he immediately put it on.
"Bang!!!"
Along with that booming sound, a yellow light shield was suddenly released, striking the middle-aged man, who remained in his protective barrier, with overwhelming force.
A foul stench swept across the Arena.
"Ugh!"
"What the hell is that smell??"
"It stinks too much!"
"The skill is actually farting?!"
"The 'Grandmaster's' skill is farting; it really lives up to his title of 'Grandmaster'!"
Many people covered their noses and spoke mockingly.
Sun Zhongjing on the high platform frowned as he looked at the mess around him. With a wave of his hand, a strong gust of wind swept through, blowing the foul odor from the farts far away.
Subsequently, the entire Arena was suddenly enveloped by a semi-circular protective barrier. This was done to prevent the smell from spreading out, as it was clear Yu Xiaogang wouldn't just use this one skill.
On the Arena.
The middle-aged man maintained his protective barrier, forcefully taking Luo Sanpao's loud fart. While there was no injury, the humiliation was immense!
His face couldn't help but twitch violently. He thought, "Are all sorts of freaks daring to apply as teachers now?"
Seeing that his first attack had no effect on the middle-aged man, Yu Xiaogang showed no surprise. Instead, he immediately used his second Soul Skill.
"Fart Like Smoke, Inducing Slumber Luo Sanpao."
Yu Xiaogang unleashed a major technique. Luo Sanpao's plump body leaped, then spun in the air. With a puff, a plume of yellow gas sprayed from its chubby rear, filling the entire Arena.
Yu Xiaogang's two Soul Rings could respectively imbue Luo Sanpao's skills with the effects of vibration and hypnosis. Both were now fully utilized.
After using these two skills, Yu Xiaogang had no other moves left. As for a self-created soul skill? If he had that ability, would he still be the "Grandmaster"?
Seeing that the protective barrier still hadn't budged, Yu Xiaogang's face showed some disappointment. He knew his performance in this test stage was poor and definitely wouldn't pass.
However, Yu Xiaogang believed his written examination score would undoubtedly be perfect. Relying on his profound capital as a theory grandmaster, even if this martial examination wasn't good, the results from his written examination would surely make Medicine King Your Excellency look at him with new eyes, allowing him to pass the test and become a teacher at White Cloud Academy.
"Alright, the test is over."
Seeing that Yu Xiaogang had no more moves, Sun Zhongjing on the high platform immediately announced. Then, with a wave of his hand, the protective barrier encompassing the Arena rapidly retracted towards its center, enveloping the foul-smelling, poisonous mist. It then condensed into a sphere and flew towards the sky, disappearing somewhere unknown.
The air finally cleared.
The middle-aged man on the Arena let out a long breath, greedily breathing in the fresh air. Earlier, to avoid inhaling the stench, he had held his breath for an extremely long time. If not for the support of his soul power, he would have likely suffocated to death.
"Next, the assessment results will be announced."
Sun Zhongjing on the high platform swept his gaze over the many applicants below and the confident Yu Xiaogang on the Arena, calmly stating, "Yu Xiaogang, unfortunately, you are unqualified."
As soon as these words were uttered, the other applicants showed no surprise. After all, in their eyes, Yu Xiaogang was a complete joke. His theories were rotten, and his Martial Soul was even worse. If White Cloud Academy could recruit such a person, it would be far too disappointing for them.
However, Yu Xiaogang on the Arena declared that he could not accept this result!
"I protest!"
"I refuse to accept!"
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but protest loudly.
Of course, the reason he dared to speak to a Limit Douluo in such a manner was primarily due to Sun Zhongjing's persona, which was not one to easily get angry over people's aggressive remarks. Furthermore, as this was a recruitment process, he, as an applicant, felt it was unfair, and thus naturally had the right to protest.
(end of chapter)
