Chapter 85: You're no longer fit for Royal Fight!
"Has he, a Great Soul Master, ever absorbed his third soul ring?"
"He's not even a Soul Master, so how can he verify whether his theory is true or false?"
A barrage of questions left Yu Tianheng speechless. His face flushed red, but he couldn't utter a single word in response.
"Isn't it ridiculous for someone who has never walked a path to point out the way to others and tell them how to walk it?"
"I..." Yu Tianheng's lips moved slightly. He wanted to say that his uncle was doing it for his own good and for the good of the family.
But these words seemed so pale and powerless under Ye Xuanming's all-seeing gaze.
"And there's that saying, 'There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters.'"
Ye Xuanming's voice carried a hint of amusement.
"I heard that your uncle Yu Xiaogang's martial soul mutation failed, causing him to be stuck at level 29 and unable to advance any further."
"Then I'm really curious."
"Is he admitting that he's a useless Soul Master, or is he saying that his Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, is actually a useless Martial Soul?"
"Pfft."
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh. She hugged Ye Xuanming's arm, laughing so hard she was shaking.
"Brother Ye, you're so mean!"
Dugu Yan also smiled, feeling that Ye Xuanming's words were truly satisfying.
"shut up!"
Yu Tianheng finally erupted.
He suddenly stood up and smashed the teacup in his hand on the ground, scattering tea and shards everywhere.
Blue lightning crackled around him, and two yellow and one purple soul rings instantly rose up.
"I won't allow you to talk about my uncle like that!"
His eyes were bloodshot, his soul power surged, and a powerful aura pressed down on Ye Xuanming.
He couldn't tolerate it, he couldn't tolerate his uncle, whom he had respected since childhood, being humiliated like this.
Ye Xuanming stood still, without moving.
That bit of soul power pressure was no different from a gentle breeze to him.
But Dugu Yan, who was beside him, had already stood up.
Her long, emerald-green hair moved without wind, and her alluring face was covered in frost.
"Yu Tianheng, do you intend to attack Xuanming?"
Are you worthy?
Before the words were finished, four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and black—suddenly lit up on Dugu Yan's body.
The pressure of the level 44 soul power surged like a tide, instantly pushing back Yu Tianheng's aura.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Azure Scale Dragon Transformation!"
Dugu Yan's body was covered by a layer of dark green scales, her aura surged, and she exuded a dangerous aura.
Her five fingers, curved like hooks, carried a sharp, venomous edge, aiming straight for Yu Tianheng's throat.
Yu Tianheng barely managed to raise his arm to block, and the power of lightning flickered on his body.
"Thunder Dragon Claw!"
Bang!
The claws and arms met with a muffled thud.
Yu Tianheng felt a surge of immense force as Dugu Yan's Bilin poison instantly invaded his arm, causing his body to stiffen due to the numbness.
Immediately afterwards, Dugu Yan's left hand transformed into a palm, carrying powerful soul force, and slammed into Yu Tianheng's chest.
"puff!"
Yu Tianheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall with a dull thud.
He was completely exhausted. The blue lightning flashed across his body a few times before fading completely.
The three soul rings also disappeared.
He struggled to get up, but found that his soul power was stagnant and his muscles were stiff, so he couldn't move.
Yu Feng and Auslo stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word.
Yu Tianheng, who was just shouting and arguing, couldn't even withstand a single move from Dugu Yan and was completely defeated.
Is this the real difference between a Soul Master and a Soul Venerable?
They felt an unprecedented shock and a trace of indescribable fear.
Graphite and millstone were pale. Although their defenses were strong, they knew they couldn't withstand Dugu Yan's fierce attacks head-on like Yu Tianheng.
Ning Rongrong clung to Ye Xuanming's arm, burying her face in his chest, refusing to look at the disheveled Yu Tianheng.
She felt that Yu Tianheng had brought this upon himself.
Ye Lingling simply stood there quietly, her eyes calm, as if all of this was within her expectations.
Qin Ming, carrying the food box, completely lost his smile. He looked at Yu Tianheng, who had fallen against the wall, and then at Dugu Yan, who was standing there with a sullen face.
The air was thick with tension and a sense of oppression.
"Sister Yanzi, that's enough," Ye Xuanming said.
Dugu Yan then snorted coldly and stopped staring at Yu Tianheng.
Yu Tianheng's face was contorted with pain. He had lost, utterly and completely, with no chance of fighting back.
Ye Xuanming walked up to him, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Your uncle is nothing but a loser living in his own world. He uses so-called theories to numb himself, just to cover up his incompetence."
"And you can't even see this."
Ye Xuanming paused for a moment, and finally delivered his verdict.
"Yu Tianheng, the Royal Fighting Team is no longer suitable for you."
These words struck like a thunderbolt in the suite.
Yu Feng, Oslo, and the Shi brothers were all stunned.
Ye Xuanming, are you trying to kick Yu Tianheng out of the team?
Yu Tianheng also stopped coughing. He raised his head and looked at Ye Xuanming in disbelief.
He wanted to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by a wad of cotton.
He was publicly humiliated, defeated in one move, and now he's being expelled from the team.
In an instant, he felt dizzy.
Just then, the suite door was pushed open from the outside.
Qin Ming was carrying a food box with a smile on his face.
"Everyone must be hungry, I've asked the hotel to prepare some late-night snacks..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence.
He looked at Yu Tianheng lying on the ground, the murderous Dugu Yan, and the mess all over the place, and the smile on his face froze instantly.
"What...what's going on?"
The air inside seemed to have frozen, and the aroma wafting from the food box couldn't dispel the oppressive atmosphere.
Yu Tianheng leaned against the wall, trying to stand up, but Dugu Yan's poison and the force of that palm strike left him feeling numb and sore all over, and he failed several times.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, looked up at Ye Xuanming, his face showing humiliation, resentment, and a hint of pleading.
"I will not leave Clash Royale."
His voice was hoarse; this was his last vestige of dignity.
Ye Xuanming didn't look at him, but simply pulled Ning Rongrong to sit down on the sofa behind him.
"Professor Qin Ming, I will explain this matter to the college's teaching committee."
Ye Xuanming's voice was calm, but it made Qin Ming's heart sink.
Qin Ming was well aware of the weight of his statement to the Education Commission.
Given Ye Xuanming's current value, his words carry far more weight with the Education Committee than those of the teacher in charge.
This is tantamount to a direct "death sentence" for Yu Tianheng.
"Xuanming, look… Tianheng acted on impulse, could you…"
Qin Ming still wanted to try.
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