Chapter 5: Crushing Hypocrites
Yu Xiaogang looked at Yu Zhantian and spoke with forced composure:
"I'm a second-ring soul master. Fighting you would be bullying."
"How about this - I won't use any soul skills. I'll only fight using my martial soul."
"Fine by me," Yu Zhantian replied calmly.
He had no interest in letting that thing stink up the entire field.
"Come out - Luo Sanpao!"
Two yellow soul rings appeared around Yu Xiaogang.
A moment later, a plump, purple pig-like creature with small horns appeared before everyone.
"…That's his martial soul?"
"It's… a pig?"
"Don't underestimate it. I heard his soul skill is shocking."
"Yeah - it is shocking. It releases gas. The smell is unforgettable…"
"Ugh, don't remind me. Let's stand further back."
Yu Xiaogang's face turned green.
"There are no useless martial souls—only useless soul masters!"
"You people are blind to true talent!"
"Go, Luo Sanpao!"
The creature let out a grunt and charged forward.
One second later, it was sent flying back.
Thud.
It rolled across the ground, whimpering.
Yu Xiaogang froze.
"…What?"
Had it really lost instantly?
He stared in disbelief, unable to understand what had just happened.
"What trick did you use?!"
Yu Zhantian didn't answer. He simply smiled.
That smile alone sent a chill down Yu Xiaogang's spine.
"Explosive Step."
With a soft whisper, Yu Zhantian moved.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as Nine Yang True Qi surged.
His figure vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Yu Xiaogang.
"…Impossible!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened.
"A self-created technique?!"
Self-created techniques were extremely rare. Entire sects treated them as treasures.
And yet this six-year-old had one.
Bang!
Yu Zhantian's fist answered everything.
"Agh—!"
Yu Xiaogang stumbled back, his face swelling instantly.
"What are you doing?!"
"You attacked without warning!"
"Do you even know who I am?!"
Yu Zhantian stepped forward calmly.
"I remember what you said earlier."
"You said I wasn't fit to become a soul master."
Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened.
A bad feeling rose in his chest.
"…What are you trying to do?"
Yu Zhantian smiled.
"I'm going to show you."
Before he could react—
BANG!
A brutal kick landed.
"AAAAAAAHHHH—!!"
The scream echoed across the playground.
The boys watching instinctively flinched, clutching themselves.
"That… that's brutal…"
"I felt that…"
Yu Zhantian didn't stop.
One kick became several, each one faster and heavier than the last.
Yu Xiaogang curled up on the ground, trembling, completely broken.
"Isn't he a second-ring soul master?"
"And he got beaten like this by a six-year-old?"
"That's embarrassing…"
Nearby, Tang San's eyes turned red with anger.
How dare he humiliate my teacher…
[Ding - You have defeated Yu Xiaogang]
[Reward obtained: Two-Star Talent - Martial Spirit Theory]
[Ding - Mission Complete]
[Rewards issued]
Yu Zhantian paused slightly.
Even his knowledge… had been taken.
The so-called master had lost the only thing he relied on.
From mediocre to completely useless.
Just as Yu Zhantian was about to check his rewards, a sharp sense of danger struck him.
He tilted his head instantly.
Whoosh!
A thin needle flew past his ear.
Yu Zhantian's eyes turned cold as he turned around.
Tang San stood there, arm raised.
"…Hidden weapons?"
Even if he wasn't afraid, the act itself was disgusting.
A sneak attack.
Without warning.
[Ding - Mission Released]
Objective: Punish Tang San for a sneak attack
Reward: Scales with severity
Yu Zhantian smiled.
A cold, dangerous smile.
Tang San felt a chill run down his spine.
He dodged it…
Just luck.
But now… he has to die.
Tang San moved.
His body flickered as he rushed forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Stones shot out from his hands in rapid succession.
"Tch. Child's play."
Yu Zhantian casually knocked them aside.
Clang!
A metallic sound rang out.
Hidden among the stones were steel needles.
Yu Zhantian's gaze sharpened.
So that was the trick.
Tang San's expression changed.
His hidden weapons could pierce solid wood—
Yet they couldn't even break Yu Zhantian's skin.
"Explosive Step."
Yu Zhantian vanished again.
Tang San's pupils shrank.
"Purple Demon Eye!"
A faint purple glow filled his vision as he searched.
"Mysterious Jade Hands!"
His hands turned jade-like as he raised them to defend.
Too late.
BANG!
Yu Zhantian's fist struck cleanly.
Tang San was sent flying several meters back.