Chapter 192: That Damn buzz cut!
Damn it! This bastard! He really won't leave me alone!
Salas's eyelids twitched, and he cursed viciously in his heart.
But thinking of Bibi Dong's strict order,'Seeing him is like seeing me, " he could only forcefully suppress the disgust in his heart and waved his hand,
"Invite this Theoretical Master in!"
A moment later.
Accompanied by a slightly unsteady but deliberately heavy set of footsteps, Yu Xiaogang entered the hall that represented the highest authority of the Spirit Hall in the Heaven Dou region, with his hands clasped behind his back, head held high and chest puffed out.
This time, his mindset was completely different from the previous few times he came here—when he was timid and afraid of being thrown out.
Looks like Dong'er's arrangements are in place.
Salas, that damned thing, is indeed a pragmatic fellow.
Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang's already straight spine felt like it wanted to arch backward.
He didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, nor did he take Salas, a top expert below the Titled Douluo level, seriously.
He walked straight through the center of the hall, completely ignoring the watching Cardinal Bishops and guards around him.
As if he were the true master here.
Meeting the curious or thoughtful gazes of everyone, Master walked swaggeringly towards the Platinum Bishop's room.
Open door, enter, close door.
The actions were completed in one smooth motion.
He slightly tilted his head, glancing sideways at Salas, who was standing at attention as if 'awaiting' him, and the vanity in his heart was instantly greatly satisfied.
Immediately after, Master swaggered up the steps and plopped down onto the main seat that symbolized the authority of the Platinum Bishop!
Salas's mouth twitched fiercely, and the fist hidden in his sleeve instantly clenched. He almost couldn't resist slapping this presumptuous good-for-nothing onto the chair and killing him.
That's my seat!
You, a Great Soul Master below level twenty, who gave you the courage?!
But in the end, reason triumphed over impulse.
"Master Yu, long time no see."
Salas said with a fake smile.
Yu Xiaogang, sitting in the main seat, meticulously adjusted his robes, looking down at Salas from above, his tone carrying an unquestionable questioning and arrogance,
"Bishop Salas."
"I want to ask, as the enforcers of the Soul Master World, is this how the Spirit Hall maintains fairness in the tournament?"
"Regarding the malicious merger of the Three Elemental Academies and the destruction of competitive balance, doesn't the Spirit Hall owe me an explanation?!"
Salas:...
Looking at the buzz cut shamelessly occupying his main seat and putting on airs, the Platinum Bishop, who commanded great influence in Heaven Dou City, flashed a trace of undetectable disdain in his eyes.
He knew that this good-for-nothing's visit this time must be about the merger of the Three Elemental Academies.
It wasn't that Salas looked down on this so-called " Master " and the Shrek Academy behind him.
To put it bluntly, even if he used his authority to forcibly reject the joint application of the Three Elemental Academies, could this group of good-for-nothings really win the championship in the end?
It was simply wishful thinking!
Not to mention the Golden Generation cultivated with all the resources from the The Pope's Palace, nor the Tang Sect team that terrified even him, just the royal team from the neighboring Star Luo Empire, which possessed the Netherworld White Tiger Legacy, would be enough for this group to have their hands full.
Seeing that Salas hadn't replied for a long time, Yu Xiaogang, still immersed in his own role, clearly felt offended.
If this were before he recognized Bibi Dong, he might have tolerated that attitude.
But now, a mere Platinum Bishop dared to put on airs in front of him? It was utterly detestable!
"Salas!"
Yu Xiaogang slammed the armrest fiercely,
"This Master is asking you a question!"
"Are you mute? Answer me!"
This sudden reprimand made Salas's eye twitch fiercely.
Endure!
Just treat this buzz cut as if he's farting!
Worst case scenario, I'll defect to the Hall of Worship later!
Salas frantically engaged in psychological conditioning in his heart, forcibly suppressing the urge to slap the other party to death.
He took a deep breath and said with a fake smile,
"Master Yu, please remain calm."
"Regarding the request you just made, I'm afraid I cannot agree."
"The matter of the Three Elemental Academies merging, although sudden, does not violate the rules of this Soul Master Tournament in principle. In other words, if several of them are willing to merge, it is their freedom, and the vacant spots will naturally be filled by other academies."
Having said that, Salas changed his tone,
"Furthermore, Master Yu is a titan in the theoretical field. Since you are personally guiding them, what is a mere new Shenfeng Academy worth?"
"To be so eager to use the rules to suppress opponents... Could it be that Master Yu lacks confidence in his own theories? Or perhaps you believe the Shrek Academy cannot win?"
"Insolence!"
Hearing someone question the theory he was most proud of, Master Yu instantly exploded!
He jumped up abruptly, roaring with a red face and thick neck,
"This Master is the number one Theoretical Master recognized across the entire continent! My theories are invincible!"
"Under my leadership, the Shrek Academy will undoubtedly achieve outstanding results in this tournament! Even winning the championship is not out of the question!"
"I only raised an objection to maintain the fairness of the tournament, yet you dare to question my intentions?!"
Looking at the good-for-nothing before him, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was panting heavily, clearly possessing little ability yet raging impotently, Salas suddenly found it quite amusing.
It was at this moment that a thought fiercely sprouted in his mind and quickly took root and sprouted.
If the Spirit Hall continues to be managed by Bibi Dong, it will eventually be ruined!
Salas had no intention of staying on this sinking ship!
After figuring out all the twists and turns, the last trace of reservation in Salas's eyes vanished like smoke.
He no longer hesitated, his expression instantly turned cold, and he directly issued an eviction notice,
"Since Master Yu is so confident, please return."
"I have official business to attend to, so I won't see you out."
"And one more thing—"
Salas pointed at the main seat,
"Next time you come in, be clear about your identity. Some seats are not for any stray cat or dog to sit on."
This completely stunned Master Yu.
The other party was clearly polite, albeit reluctantly, just a moment ago. How could he have turned hostile in the blink of an eye?
This huge disparity made Yu Xiaogang, who was long accustomed to being flattered, feel incomparably furious and incredulous.
He pointed at himself somewhat flustered, his finger trembling,
"Salas! You... you dare speak to This Master like this?!"
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