Chapter 133: Yu Xiaogang’s Hidden Past Exposed

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Clear Sky Hammer, swung with immense force, collided violently with Cang Mo, who had transformed into a flaming meteor. At the moment of impact, the flames surrounding Cang Mo exploded instantly, releasing the soul power condensed within them in a torrent that surged toward Tang San like a tidal wave.

Crack!

Under the force of this terrifying explosion, the surface of Tang San’s Clear Sky Hammer martial soul began to fracture.

"How is this possible!"

Tang San’s pupils dilated in shock. "The Clear Sky Hammer is the greatest tool martial soul in the world. This cannot be!"

"Fool!"

Cang Mo’s voice rang out coldly. "What is there to be proud of with a broken hammer? You don’t even understand that there are always people better than you and mountains higher than the ones you climb. This continent is filled with martial souls that can easily crush your pathetic hammer!"

As he spoke, Cang Mo increased his output of soul power. Amidst a succession of deafening explosions, Tang San’s Clear Sky Hammer martial soul was utterly shattered.

With his martial soul destroyed, Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yet, Cang Mo’s attack was far from over. Driven by his soul power, the intense, scorching heat of his Ultimate Fire instantly engulfed Tang San.

Although Tang San immediately channeled his soul power for defense, conjuring a protective barrier of Blue Silver Grass around his body, it proved no different from wet paper against the Ultimate Fire. In an instant, the flames reduced his defenses to ash.

"Ah!"

The scorching flames seared Tang San’s flesh. The intense pain brought on by the Ultimate Fire forced a blood-curdling scream from his throat, a sound so agonizing it made those who heard it shudder in fear.

"We forfeit! We forfeit! We surrender!"

Hearing his beloved disciple’s screams, Yu Xiaogang’s eyes turned red with panic as he shouted at the referee.

The referee cast a indifferent glance at Yu Xiaogang before announcing the result. "The Shrek Academy leader has declared a forfeit. In the second round of the promotion tournament, Nine Stars Academy versus Shrek Academy—Nine Stars Academy is victorious!"

As the referee declared the winner, Cang Mo slowly retracted his soul power. The flames dissipated, revealing a charred figure half-kneeling on the ground, struggling to stay upright with one hand pressed against the floor.

"Trash!"

Cang Mo snorted coldly. "I thought you were something special, yet you couldn't even withstand a single strike. Who gave you the confidence to provoke our Nine Stars Palace?"

"You... pfft!"

Tang San struggled to lift his head. Looking up at Cang Mo, who stood over him with a look of utter disdain, the once self-righteous "God King" Tang could not bear such humiliation. He coughed up another mouthful of blood and, with a sudden sway, collapsed in a dead faint.

"San!"

Seeing Tang San collapse, Yu Xiaogang rushed onto the stage without a second thought to check on his godson.

After seeing the miserable state of his beloved disciple, Yu Xiaogang lost all composure. Like a common clown, he yelled at the referee, "Referee, the Nine Stars Academy soul master isn't competing; he is committing murder! They have violated the tournament rules! I demand you disqualify them!"

He then turned his gaze toward Cang Mo, his eyes filled with malice. "How can you be so ruthless at such a young age? How were you raised by your masters? Do you not understand the principle of restraint in a martial duel?"

Slap!

Cang Mo was not one to indulge Yu Xiaogang. Hearing the accusations, he didn't hesitate to deliver a stinging slap to his face.

"Where did this fool come from?"

Cang Mo shook his hand after striking Yu Xiaogang. "A piece of trash who is already advanced in years yet still stuck at level twenty-nine, and you dare to lecture me? You even dare to question my masters? You must be tired of living!"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his burning cheek, seemingly in disbelief. Protected by Flender and Liu Erlong at Shrek, where teachers and students treated him with nothing but reverence, he had lived so comfortably for so long that he had nearly forgotten the days when he was the subject of ridicule.

Cang Mo glared at him dismissively. "What are you looking at? You think I don't know your background, you old waste? A direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the very son of Yu Yuanzhen, yet you’ve spent your entire life unable to break through level thirty. You spend your days shamelessly deceiving young, naive students, bragging about your so-called 'Invincible Theory.' Listen to that—'Invincible Theory.' Who gave you the confidence to say such a thing? Aren't you ashamed?"

"My god, to think the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has such a piece of trash!"

"The Clan Master’s own son... he surely didn't lack resources for cultivation. To be fifty years old and still under level thirty? It just proves he’s talentless!"

The crowd began to murmur. Exposed by Cang Mo, Yu Xiaogang’s face turned deathly pale. He could feel countless scornful gazes fixed upon him. Narrow-minded and vindictive by nature, he glared hatefully at Cang Mo.

"You old waste, you dare glare at me? Do you think that slap wasn't loud enough?"

Cang Mo made a move as if to strike him again, sending Yu Xiaogang scrambling backward in terror.

The referee standing between them silently took a step back, as if making way for Cang Mo. He had no love for the level twenty-nine Grandmaster who was shouting at him; had it not been for his own position, he would have slapped Yu Xiaogang himself. As for the complaint? Please—the boy had only used one soul skill, and his opponent couldn't even block one move. Who else was there to blame but the student’s own incompetence?

"Xiaogang!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang humiliated, Liu Erlong wanted nothing more than to transform into a raging dragon and begin a slaughter, but Flender held her back with all his might.