Chapter 139: Personal Grudge, Deliberate Revenge, One Against Seven
Chapter 139: Personal Grudge, Deliberate Revenge, One Against Seven
The training ground the next afternoon.
The sun was dizzying, and heat rose from the ground.
The Shrek’s Freaks were doing basic physical training, sweat dripping down their temples.
Then, Yu Xiaogang arrived.
This guy had changed into a new robe, dark green, and the fabric looked quite expensive.
His hair was slicked back smoothly, without a single stray strand.
With his hands behind his back, he walked with measured steps, carrying himself with full poise.
It was as if yesterday’s disgraceful farce had never happened at all.
Flender followed behind him, his expression quite a sight to behold.
He hesitated to speak, his lips twitching repeatedly before finally letting out a barely audible sigh.
At least Xiaogang didn’t stay down for the count.
He silently stood by the edge of the training ground, hands in his pockets, eyes drifting elsewhere, pretending to be a bystander.
Yu Xiaogang stood still in the center of the field and cleared his throat.
"Assemble."
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a forced sense of authority.
The Freaks looked at each other and slowly gathered around.
Lin Qingmo stood at the very edge, arms crossed, with a faint expression.
He wanted to see what kind of play this "Grandmaster" could still perform.
"What happened yesterday was just a minor interlude."
Yu Xiaogang looked around, his gaze lingering on Lin Qingmo’s face for an extra two seconds.
"As a teacher, I will not dwell on a student’s offense. My duty is to teach you and make you top-tier Spirit Masters. So—"
He paused and straightened his back.
"Those insignificant frictions are now a thing of the past."
"From today on, I will devote myself entirely to teaching, and I hope you can also correct your attitude and study seriously."
After he finished speaking, the training ground fell silent for three seconds.
Ning Rongrong was the first who couldn’t hold it back, letting out a "pfft" laugh.
She then quickly covered her mouth with an exaggerated gesture, her shoulders still shaking.
Zhu Zhuqing stood beside her, the corner of her mouth curling into a cold arc.
Her eyes seemed to say: Keep acting.
Dai Mubai turned his head away and cursed under his breath, "What a poser."
Tang San lowered his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuff.
To dare insult my teacher, you already have... He was just about to recite the ’Path to Death’ in his mind.
Then he heard Xiao Wu’s hiss: "What an annoying guy."
Xiao Wu sidled up to Lin Qingmo and tugged at his sleeve.
Lin Qingmo turned his head and saw her wrinkling her nose, mouthing the word "disgusting."
He smiled and shook his head gently.
Meaning: Ignore him.
But Yu Xiaogang clearly had no intention of stopping there.
He took two steps forward, his gaze scanning everyone before finally settling on Lin Qingmo.
In that gaze, there was investigation, calculation, and a deeply hidden trace of resentment.
Lin Qingmo met his gaze.
Their eyes met.
Invisible sparks seemed to crackle in the air.
But in the end, it was Yu Xiaogang who looked away, feeling extremely guilty.
He coughed dryly, "Ahem, to better formulate a training plan, I need to accurately assess your actual combat levels. Therefore, let’s have a sparring match."
A small commotion arose on the training ground.
Ma Hongjun’s eyes lit up, "Fighting? I like this!"
Oscar rubbed his chin, "Teacher, how will we fight? Individual battles or group matches? Let’s get this straight first, I’m a food systemSpirit Master and have no combat power."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head.
He raised his hand, his index finger pointing straight at Lin Qingmo.
"You, alone."
Then his finger swept across Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.
"Against the seven of them."
"Huh?"
The training ground instantly exploded.
"What the hell?"
Ma Hongjun picked his ear, thinking he had misheard.
Xiao Wu jumped up and glared at Yu Xiaogang.
"Are you joking? Seven against one? You call this sparring? This is a gang beating!"
"I see you’re clearly targeting A-Qing; this is an act of personal revenge!"
Her voice was urgent and angry, her pink ponytail swishing behind her head.
Ning Rongrong also widened her eyes in agreement.
"Exactly, A-Qing is a Spirit Ancestor, but where’s the fairness in the seven of us teaming up?"
She spoke with exaggeration, but her point was valid.
Dai Mubai said nothing, but he clenched his fists, his knuckles making a slight cracking sound.
He stared at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes full of doubt.
Was this looking down on him?
Tang San’s brow furrowed.
He was calculating quickly—seven against one, even if Lin Qingmo had a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, his chances of winning were slim.
Perhaps it was a good opportunity to teach Lin Qingmo a lesson?
"Unfair."
Zhu Zhuqing leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce.
In those cat-like eyes, the look of disdain grew stronger.
Flender finally couldn’t stand it anymore.
He walked quickly to Yu Xiaogang’s side and lowered his voice, "Xiaogang, this isn’t very appropriate, is it?"
Even he, a bystander, felt that Yu Xiaogang was deliberately seeking revenge against Lin Qingmo.
"Appropriate."
Yu Xiaogang interrupted him, his tone unquestionable.
He turned to Lin Qingmo, an almost deliberate look of "tolerance" appearing on his face.
"Considering the strength gap, I will allow you, Lin Qingmo, to freely use your fourth Spirit Ability in this match—that ten-thousand-year Spirit Ability."
His voice fell.
The training ground went quiet again.
But this time, it was a different kind of quiet.
Everyone heard the underlying meaning—Yu Xiaogang’s real purpose wasn’t to test any combat level at all.
He wanted to see Lin Qingmo’s ten-thousand-year Spirit Ability.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what was so special about that spirit ring that surpassed theoretical limits.
Lin Qingmo smiled.
It was a faint smile with no warmth.
"Does the teacher want to see my fourth Spirit Ability that much?"
"?"
Yu Xiaogang’s expression stiffened for a moment but quickly returned to normal.
He posed and said, "I only want to fully understand your strength. A ten-thousand-year spirit ring is certainly precious, but how it is utilized is where a Spirit Master’s true value lies."
High-sounding.
Airtight.
A-Qing sneered in his heart.
This person’s ability to use grand banners was far higher than his theoretical level.
"Lin Qingmo, don’t agree. He’s clearly targeting you."
Xiao Wu grabbed his arm, her voice urgent.
She didn’t want to fight Lin Qingmo.
Not at all.
Lin Qingmo looked down at her, his gaze softening.
He patted the back of Xiao Wu’s hand and said in a voice as soft as if coaxing a child, "It’s fine, it’s just a spar. We’ll stop when we’ve made our point."
He raised his head and scanned the others.
Dai Mubai was eager to try, his fists already clenched.
This guy was combative to the bone and was always holding a grudge against Lin Qingmo.
He certainly wouldn’t want to miss a seven-on-one advantage.
Tang San’s eyes flickered, unsure of what he was calculating.
But Lin Qingmo noticed that his right hand was always pressed against the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.
Oscar was scratching his head, muttering, "How many Sausages will I have to make now..."
"Hehe, watch your young master show off his Divine Might!"
Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands with an excited face, already starting to loosen his joints.
Zhu Zhuqing was the quietest, but the aura around her had changed.
It was the precursor of a predator entering a combat state; she also wanted to fight A-Qing.
Ning Rongrong pouted and complained in a low voice, "Lin Qingmo, don’t hold back too obviously later, or our win will be meaningless."
Although anyone could see Yu Xiaogang was targeting Lin Qingmo, Ning Rongrong didn’t think they could beat him.
Lin Qingmo smiled and withdrew his gaze, then looked at Yu Xiaogang and said calmly, "Then so be it. I accept."
(End of Chapter)
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