The discussions in the hall resumed, but this time, there was no more amazement or agreement.
"It seems that Yu Xiaogang really is a fraud!"
"A master? How shameless! Bah!"
"I almost fell for his nonsense theory!"
"How could the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan produce such a thing?"
Each taunt and scornful remark was like the sharpest knife, cutting into Yu Xiaogang's heart.
He trembled violently, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the young king who looked down at him from the throne.
Tang Qing looked at him with indifferent eyes.
"Yu Xiaogang".
"You have successfully proven yourself."
"However, it has successfully proven that you are a worthless piece of trash."
"You...you..."
Yu Xiaogang pointed at Tang Qing, his lips trembling, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest and a sweet taste in his throat.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood gushed out, splattering across the floor in front of him.
Fresh blood dripped onto the smooth, mirror-like ground, splattering into tiny red plum blossoms.
Yu Xiaogang swayed, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he could barely stand.
He lost.
They suffered a complete and utter defeat.
Theory, disciples, dignity, everything.
All of them were crushed into dust by that statement, "When I was his age, I was already a Title Douluo."
He couldn't stay here for another second.
All he wanted to do now was escape, to flee this hellish scene that had caused him to lose face.
He tried to escape the gazes that cut him like knives.
Yu Xiaogang turned around, his body hunched over and his steps unsteady, wanting to slip away silently like a stray dog.
"stop."
A cold voice rang out, and Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered as she prepared to step forward and block his path.
However, there was another figure who was even faster than her.
A slender and graceful figure, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, fluttered like a butterfly.
They stepped in front of Yu Xiaogang, blocking his way.
The newcomer was dressed in a gorgeous seven-colored long dress, with skin as white as snow and a delicate and pretty face. She was none other than Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
At this moment, her face no longer held the spoiled and willful air of the past; instead, it bore a hint of mockery.
"..."
On the throne, Tang Qing raised an eyebrow slightly.
interesting.
It turned out to be Ning Rongrong.
He picked up the wine glass in front of him and gently swirled the amber liquid inside.
Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with a hint of confusion and bewilderment.
He looked at the girl in front of him, who had once been half his student, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Rongrong, what...what are you doing?"
Ning Rongrong crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yu Xiaogang, you lost your debate with His Highness, do you think you can just walk away like this?"
Her voice was clear and melodious, but her words were like sharp blades tempered with ice.
"According to the agreement, shouldn't you admit in front of all the forces on the continent that you are a useless piece of trash, a complete fraud?"
She paused, then extended a slender finger and pointed at Yu Xiaogang.
"Then, cut off your own arm to atone to the world?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's already pale face instantly turned completely bloodless.
How can we make him admit that he is a good-for-nothing and a liar?
This is worse than killing him!
He felt his dignity being trampled underfoot and repeatedly crushed by this little brat.
A surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, making him temporarily forget his fear.
"Ning Rongrong!"
He questioned her sternly.
"Is this how you treat your teachers?!"
"teacher?"
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but burst out laughing, her laughter shaking her whole body.
"You dare to challenge me?"
"An old guy in his forties, whose soul power is still stuck at a pitiful level 29, can't even touch the threshold of Soul Master, his strength is utterly insignificant."
"As for your most prized theory, it has just been proven by His Highness to be nothing but a pile of utter nonsense."
"Tell me, what makes you think you can be my teacher? Is it because you're old? Or because you're shameless?"
"You...you..."
Yu Xiaogang was so angry that he trembled all over. He pointed at Ning Rongrong, his lips quivering, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
In a moment of quick thinking, as if grasping at the last straw, he said...
"I am a teacher at Shrek Academy! You were once a student at Shrek Academy!"
I am your teacher!
Shrek?
Ning Rongrong's mockery deepened.
Screw Shrek!
She stomped her foot suddenly, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the hall.
"When I was twelve, my soul power had already reached level twenty-six, making me the envy of everyone! And then what? I joined your damn Shrek Academy!"
"Almost four years have passed now. What is my soul power level? Level thirty-one!"
Her voice was filled with barely suppressed anger and resentment.
"Four years! A full four years! My soul power has only increased by five levels! Do you know what that means?"
She looked around the room, her voice growing increasingly excited.
"This means that I, a genius with innate soul power at level nine, can't even improve by one and a half levels per year on average at your Shrek Academy!"
"And Dai Mubai! And Ma Hongjun! And Oscar!"
Which one of them wasn't a genius with at least level eight innate soul power?
"But what was the result?"
"The few of us have been cultivating at Shrek Academy for the past few years, and our speed has been as slow as a tortoise!"
On average, he increases his soul power by one level every year. If word got out, it would be a laughing stock across the entire continent!
"You should know that we are only at the level of Great Soul Master and Soul Venerable right now!"
This should have been the golden period for the fastest improvement in soul power!
She grew angrier as she spoke, her delicate face flushing red with excitement.
"They even claim to only recruit monsters, not ordinary people?"
"Shrek? I think it's just a fraudulent academy that ruins monsters and turns geniuses into trash!"
His words were powerful and resounding, like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.
Inside the main hall, chaos erupted immediately.
"What? A genius with innate soul power at level nine only advanced five levels in four years?"
"This is outrageous! What is Shrek Academy even doing?"
"They advance one level on average every year. The resources are too poor. It's a waste of talent, especially since they are all geniuses."
"They shout slogans loudly, but they're just a bunch of quacks who look good on the outside but are rotten on the inside!"
"What a useless academy! It's wasting the potential of so many geniuses!"
"A monster of talent? Where wouldn't he be a monster? Wouldn't he be better off training anywhere else than at Shrek Academy? You must be blind!"
Tang Qing sat on the throne, listening to Ning Rongrong's accusations, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He naturally knew the reason.
The original opportunity for the Shrek group came from the batch of immortal herbs that Tang San brought out from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Unfortunately, they got there first, so the immortal herbs were no longer available to them.
Without the miraculous herb to transform them, what can their limited talents accomplish in a poor, resource-scarce place like Shrek Academy?
Ning Rongrong is right.
Shrek Academy is wasting other people's talents.
They even have the audacity to let a group of exceptionally talented geniuses work for them, earn money, and gain fame.
...
In the corner, Tang Hao's face was extremely pale.
The surrounding whispers, every word, felt like a resounding slap across his face.
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