Hardcore Battle with Yu Xiaogang

Chapter 81 Hardcore Battle with Yu Xiaogang

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned, their faces showing shock.

Thirteen thousand five hundred years?

This number is so astonishing that it can no longer be described as genius.

The Shrek Academy members were stunned. If what Chen Xuan said was true, it was truly terrifying. It was as if two layers of shackles had been broken, something that had never happened before, and even... surpassed Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang once told them that Chen Xuan's black soul ring was unstable and slightly lighter in color, which was a characteristic of a soul beast that had just completed ten thousand years of cultivation.

The limit for an ordinary Soul Master is five thousand years, while for a Soul King it is within twelve thousand years.

If Chen Xuan wasn't lying, then he was too extraordinary, exceeding the limits of endurance by an extra 8,500 years.

In comparison, their third brother seemed much dimmer, overshadowed by the brilliance of the others.

Tang San clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh. He had said he didn't like to compete, but imperceptibly, even he himself hadn't realized that his original mindset had already changed.

Ma Hongjun chuckled. This is going to be good. Brother Chen is going to dismantle the master's platform again.

"Master, you are getting old, and it's inevitable that you'll make mistakes. As your junior, I must correct you to prevent you from making the same mistake again and damaging your image as a teacher," Chen Xuan said with a smile.

Faced with such an open conspiracy and deliberate slander, he would no longer tolerate it and would treat it differently after three days.

Moreover, he is no longer the same person he was a month ago; he is no longer the minor Soul Master he was a little over a month ago.

Ma Hongjun, unafraid of making a scene, secretly gave Chen Xuan a thumbs-up: "As expected of my Brother Chen, so brave! He actually dared to confront the master head-on, awesome!"

Yu Xiaogang often had a stern face, was strict and demanding, and had extremely high requirements. No matter how well the Shrek students did, they could not escape being scolded and punished. Everyone had some dissatisfaction with him, but because of his status as their teacher, they dared not say much.

Of course, Tang San is an exception.

At this moment, having his shortcomings exposed in front of so many people, Yu Xiaogang's face was extremely ugly, and his harsh voice was particularly grating, as if he were being slapped in the face.

Tang San's face turned cold, his eyes filled with icy malice as he stared fiercely at Chen Xuan, as if he were looking at his father's killer.

This Chen Xuan is treacherous and cunning. He seizes every opportunity and repeatedly humiliates his teacher, even in front of Sect Leader Ning and the Crown Prince. How vicious he is!

Even if the teacher is wrong, it's for the students' own good. Shouldn't the younger generation be tolerant?

Sect Leader Ning and Xue Qinghe exchanged a glance and remained silent; neither of them spoke.

Yu Xiaogang's face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice, "Chen Xuan, I know you are very competitive, but this is a public place. I advise you to be careful and not ruin your bright future for a little vanity and become an object of contempt by soul masters."

The master's face was cold, his eyes sharp, staring directly at Chen Xuan, forcing him to admit that he had just lied.

Thirteen thousand five hundred years? Yu Xiaogang sneered at this. Such a statement was full of loopholes. Did they really think he would believe it? Could someone who came from humble beginnings be more powerful than a mistress? What a fantasy!

Xiao San had the guidance of this famous teacher, and had also consumed immortal herbs, going through countless near-death experiences to absorb the ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Some of those present realized that the master's words had been a wake-up call. Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Tailong, who had just arrived, all began to doubt Chen Xuan's words.

Tang San was the most talented person they had ever seen. If Chen Xuan was even more talented than Tang San, why did he only reach the Soul Master level at the age of sixteen?

"Chen Xuan, it's good for young people to be impetuous, but don't put the cart before the horse. It's not too late to turn back now. I hope you won't make the same mistake again." Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, head slightly raised, looking down on everyone with disdain in his eyes.

"Master, you really are getting old, you're already senile," Chen Xuan said with a calm smile.

"I honestly don't know what 'putting the cart before the horse' means. Could you explain?"

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened. He felt he was being treated with cold violence. The other party looked completely calm and didn't show any anger. He had even offended him again in front of everyone. It was truly hateful.

"Chen Xuan, say that again if you dare!"

Before the master could speak, Tang San couldn't sit still any longer and stood up from the crowd.

"Apologize to the teacher, or I'll reject you. Don't blame me for being impolite." Tang San's eyes were cold, and he already had murderous intent.

This kind of person doesn't understand the slightest respect for teachers and elders, and even curses his teachers. What's the difference between him and scum? He should be killed!

Chen Xuan remained calm and composed, saying, "What's wrong? Did someone touch a sore spot? Can't take it anymore? Or are you planning to commit violence openly?"

He glanced at Tang San with disdain. Others may fear you, Tang San, because they don't understand hidden weapons, but that doesn't mean they are afraid of you too.

Flander knew he couldn't continue like this, so he pressed Tang San back down and said, "Alright, Tang San, calm down."

The purple light in Tang San's eyes dissipated, and he gradually calmed down, but his killing intent remained. This person had already found a way to die and was now on his death list.

His teacher, his father, and Xiao Wu are his taboo subjects. No one is allowed to cross him, or else they will die!

"I shouldn't interfere in your private affairs. I greatly admire your talent, but everyone makes mistakes. Why don't we let this young man prove himself?" Ning Fengzhi smiled gently and stepped forward to mediate.

If what this young man said is true and he is not lying, then his absorption of knowledge beyond the required level for 13,500 years is the kind of genius that all forces crave.

Conversely, there's no need to win them over; they might even end up on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's blacklist, never to be associated with them again.

"What he said should be true," Xue Qinghe transmitted his voice.

The person that woman has her eye on must be someone remarkable.

Apart from that, Zhu Zhuqing in the crowd never doubted Chen Xuan and always believed in him, having witnessed his true strength.

"Sect Leader Ning, please excuse my poor appearance."

Flander forced a smile, then turned to stare at Chen Xuan, his expression instantly turning serious. He snapped, "Chen Xuan, since you're wrong, quickly apologize to the master!"

He knows his old friend Yu Xiaogang too well; he values ​​face and other people's opinions the most. Now that the master is being questioned like this by a junior, he has lost all face.

Chen Xuan was stunned. One second he was all smiles, the next he was performing a Sichuan opera face-changing act. Amazing.

"Dean, are you going to take sides? If that's the case, then I have no objection. However, your behavior will dishearten the students."

"You! You brat!" Flander gritted his teeth in anger, yet was helpless.

"Dean Flander, in my opinion, let this young man prove himself," Ning Fengzhi said again, his voice gentle.

Yu Xiaogang, with a stern face, said, "Flander, you don't need to say anything more. Just do as Sect Leader Ning says."

He had observed many Soul Kings, all of whom had just reached the ten-thousand-year mark in their Soul Rings. Therefore, he firmly believed in his judgment. Otherwise, without real expertise, how could he become a theoretical master?

"Xiao Gang, you... sigh!" Flander sighed, really not wanting things to turn out this way.

It was originally a trivial matter, what was there to prove? Now it's been brought to the table for debate. If it's false, that's fine, but if it's true, his old friend will really be embarrassed and will never be able to hold his head up in front of the students again.

(End of this chapter)