bookbashuk Chapter 103 Under the Condemnation of All, Yu Xiaogang Collapses and Vomits Blood
Chapter 103 Under the Condemnation of All, Yu Xiaogang Collapses and Vomits Blood
Chapter 103 Under the Condemnation of All, Yu Xiaogang Collapses and Vomits Blood
Yang Yuan said calmly, "Master, I'll pass. It's the same for me which class I'm in. Even if I did go to Class Four, what could you possibly teach me?"
Yu Xiaogang was speechless. He couldn't possibly make Yang Yuan, a Soul Emperor, run with weights along with Tang San and the others, could he?
He felt a sudden urgency.
The reason he became the homeroom teacher of Class 1 of the Fighting Team was because of Yang Yuan.
He looked down on everyone else, except for a few.
If Yang Yuan doesn't go to Class Four with him, how can he accept Yang Yuan as his disciple?
"Yang Yuan, aren't you interested in Soul Master theory? I can teach you."
"Or you don't have to come to Class 4. As long as you are willing to become my disciple, I am still willing to pass on all the knowledge I have learned in my life to you."
In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the training ground.
Everyone was shocked by the outrageous remarks and slowly turned to look at Yu Xiaogang.
Everyone, including the members of Class 1 of the Heaven Dou Sect, the Shrek Seven Devils, Qin Ming, and Flander, was shocked.
"Hahaha, Xiaogang, look at you, talking nonsense again!"
Flander stepped forward and patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder, trying to break the atmosphere and instantly sober Yu Xiaogang up.
But Yu Xiaogang frowned and slapped his hand away.
"Flander, I'm not talking nonsense. I'm perfectly lucid right now."
After speaking, he looked at Yang Yuan with a confident expression and burning eyes, uttering his most confident words.
"Yang Yuan, what do you say? Would you like to become my disciple?"
"You possess the world's most outstanding talent, while I possess the continent's strongest theoretical knowledge. I am confident that I can train you to become a Title Douluo within twenty years."
"At that time, you will be the youngest Title Douluo on the continent!"
Before the words were finished, a sharp rebuke suddenly rang out.
"I think you've lost your mind. A mere level 29 Great Soul Master, actually dares to dream of taking a twelve-year-old Soul Emperor as your disciple?"
Dugu Yan took a step forward, her phoenix eyes filled with power, exuding a dangerous aura.
The members of Class One of Tian Dou were about to leave, but because of Yu Xiaogang's words, they all stopped in their tracks and uttered a string of colorful words.
"Sister Yanzi is right. How dare a useless student from the 29th grade be a teacher who is class monitor?"
"That's wishful thinking. I think he's gone crazy wanting to take on disciples. He can't believe he'd say something so absurd."
The Shrek Seven Devils had different expressions, but whether it was Dai Mubai, Meng Yiran, or Zhu Zhuqing...
The three men's faces were filled with disdain for Yu Xiaogang.
Although all three admitted that Yu Xiaogang's training of them did have some effect.
But that's all; there's nothing particularly outstanding about it.
Who doesn't know how to do simple exercises like physical training and medicinal baths?
If it weren't for Tang San and Flander's sake, would they really respect Yu Xiaogang?
In the end, Yu Xiaogang was just a level 29 Great Soul Master who was nearly fifty years old.
But what about Yang Yuan?
Even Dai Mubai, who was very unhappy with Yang Yuan, had to admit that he was a prodigy who surpassed the ancients.
For people like them, having their account banned might be the end of the road.
But for Yang Yuan's talent, the title was just a new starting point.
Although Dai Mubai is arrogant, he would do everything in his power to fawn over Yang Yuan if conditions allowed.
As long as he can befriend Yang Yuan and remain in seclusion for another 10 or 20 years, what is there for him to fear from Davis?
It was precisely because they knew the true value of Yang Yuan's talent that Dai Mubai and the other two scoffed at Yu Xiaogang's words.
Yu Xiaogang ignored the gazes of others and stared intently at Yang Yuan.
"Haven't you always been a proponent of my theories?"
"Come and become my disciple!"
Yu Xiaogang's words made Yang Yuan's lips twitch. He wanted to see Yu Xiaogang and Tang San make a fool of themselves, but he didn't want to become the fool himself.
Yang Yuan shook his head.
"Master, oh master, you didn't actually believe me when I called you 'master'!"
"you--"
"What do you mean by that?" Yu Xiaogang was taken aback.
"Of course, that's the obvious meaning!" Yang Yuan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
"No, that's impossible!"
"You're definitely talking nonsense. You clearly admire my theories." Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically, and he completely disbelieved what Yang Yuan was saying.
Then, as if he had found some evidence, an excited look flashed across his face.
"And—and you also said that only a genius like me could come up with a soul ring with the poison attribute added to the Blue Silver Grass?"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang's expression became increasingly excited, even tinged with pride, as if to say, "See, you yourself said I'm a genius."
But under his smug gaze, Yang Yuan casually uttered a remark.
"It turns out that a casual remark I made gave you the illusion that I admired your theory."
"This was my mistake!"
"Just...just a casual remark?" Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was completely unconvinced and shouted shrilly.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Were you spouting nonsense when you were at Notting Academy?"
"You clearly also think that Blue Silver Grass should absorb poison-attribute soul rings."
"Xiao Gang, calm down!" Seeing Yu Xiao Gang's outburst, Flander stepped forward to persuade him.
"It's none of your business. I'm perfectly calm right now!" Yu Xiaogang pushed Flander away, his gaze still fixed on Yang Yuan.
"You mean this—" Looking at Yu Xiaogang's almost obsessive expression, Yang Yuan relaxed and spread his hands.
"I just said it casually at the time, just to see what would happen if Blue Silver Grass had all its poison attribute soul rings."
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As he spoke, Yang Yuan glanced at Tang San, his face full of encouragement.
Even at this point, he didn't forget to continue digging pits for Tang San.
"It turns out that Blue Silver Grass can indeed be imbued with poison-attribute soul rings."
"However, Tang San, I feel that your Blue Silver Grass is still not poisonous enough. You need to work harder."
Tang San narrowed his eyes. Although Yang Yuan's tone was kind, he inexplicably felt a chill. He had a feeling that Yang Yuan had ill intentions, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
Because, on the surface, Yang Yuan does seem to be genuinely considering his interests.
Yang Yuan then steered the conversation back to Yu Xiaogang.
"Of course, this doesn't mean I agree with your theory."
"I have seen your post on the ten core competencies of martial spirits. Putting aside the plagiarized viewpoints, even your own viewpoints are full of flaws."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed, and he instinctively opened his mouth to try and make a pretext for denial.
But before he could speak, Yang Yuan's voice continued.
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was sharp and clear.
It not only pierced the eardrums of everyone present with a clear and cold sound, but also shattered the crumbling "master" facade that Yu Xiaogang had maintained for many years.
"Don't doubt what I say. I have a photographic memory. In the past six years, I have read a total of 111,346 books."
Yang Yuan paused, his double pupils staring blankly at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was beginning to turn pale.
"Even in your 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul,' I can tell you exactly which arguments were plagiarized from page 37 of 'An Examination of the Ancient Soul Beast Atlas,' which data were stolen from Volume 9 of 'An Initial Explanation of Soul Power Flow,' and which passage was copied directly from the last chapter of 'The Collection of Papers on the Heaven Dou Era'."
Plagiarism, copying, down to the last detail —
These words exploded in Yu Xiaogang's mind like the most vicious curse.
The composure he had feigned and the dignified air of a theoretical master crumbled instantly under Yang Yuan's precise, page-number-level accusations.
The color drained from his face in an instant, replaced by a deathly pale ashes.
He felt as if the ground beneath his feet had disappeared, his legs went weak, and he staggered backward uncontrollably, almost collapsing to the ground on the spot.
Damn it!
Yang Yuan, a perfectly talented Soul Master, gave up his genius and went to study those dry and boring theoretical knowledge.
Isn't this insane?!
Yu Xiaogang struggled to turn his stiff neck, and all he could see were countless shocked, disdainful, bewildered, and disgusted gazes.
These gazes, like countless red-hot needles, pierced him mercilessly.
"So, the so-called master was just a tailor?"
"Ha! You dare to flaunt plagiarized material and deceive people?"
"I knew it! How great can a 'theoretical master' who can't break through level 30 in his entire life be?"
"Plagiarist! Trash!"
"Pah! Such trash dares to be the teacher of our Class One of the Heavenly Battle."
The scattered whispers quickly coalesced into a clear wave of mockery, surging in from all directions. Every word was like a resounding slap, striking Yu Xiaogang's face and heart.
The mental bulwark he had painstakingly built up over the years amidst cold stares and doubts crumbled before the overwhelming evidence and blatant humiliation.
"No, no, that was just drawing inspiration from others, summarizing their experiences—"
His lips trembled as he tried to utter a word of explanation, but it was so faint that even he couldn't hear it.
Overcome with anger and frustration, an uncontrollable sweet, metallic taste suddenly surged up in his throat.
"Pfft"
A mouthful of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth without warning, splattering onto the ground in front of him in a horrifying sight.
His vision went black, and the last thing he saw was Yang Yuan's indifferent smile.
Immediately, his body went limp, his consciousness sank completely into boundless darkness, and he fell straight backward.
Yang Yuan raised an eyebrow as he watched this scene.
Is Yu Xiaogang already unable to withstand the pressure?
With such a fragile mental fortitude, how can one be a good "master"?
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