Chapter 150: Yu Xiaogang's Defiance
On the arena stage, Yu Xiaogang stood face to face with his opponent, a middle aged man who had just stepped forward. It was clear this man was to be his challenger.
"Ma Youcai, Martial Spirit: Power Bull, Rank 52 Spirit King," the man announced politely, showing no signs of arrogance despite the disparity in their levels.
"Yu Xiaogang, Martial Spirit: Luo San Pao, Rank 29 Grandmaster Spirit Master."
Speaking his martial spirit and rank aloud in front of so many people filled Yu Xiaogang with a deep sense of shame, but he forced himself to maintain an air of indifference, striving to uphold the composed image of a so called "Grandmaster."
"This match is only to assess your overall combat proficiency, so I won't strike first. Feel free to attack with whatever techniques you have," the middle aged man stated calmly as he summoned his martial spirit. Two large horns sprouted from his head, and five glowing spirit rings two yellow, two purple, and one black shone around him.
"Then, I'll make my move," Yu Xiaogang replied.
His previously dull eyes suddenly gleamed with determination as he clapped his hands together before swiftly spreading them apart. "Come forth, Luo San Pao!"
With a muffled puff, a faint purple energy surged from his palms. In the next moment, a strange creature appeared on the stage.
At first glance, it looked like a dog, but its bloated body was more akin to a pig.
The creature was over 1.5 meters long, with an equally hefty waistline. Its entire body was covered in light purple fur, and its two floppy ears drooped lazily. It had large, deep blue eyes that blinked repeatedly, while its chubby body wobbled, causing its plump rear to sway back and forth. Its four short, stubby legs made it difficult to imagine it moving with any sort of agility.
On its forehead, there was a round bump, the purpose of which was unclear.
As soon as it appeared, it waddled over to Yu Xiaogang and rubbed its big head against his leg affectionately.
Meanwhile, two yellow century old spirit rings appeared beneath Yu Xiaogang's feet, circling around him.
At first, the audience remained silent.
Then
"PFFT HAHAHAHAHA!"
Laughter exploded throughout the crowd.
"What the hell is that?!"
"His martial spirit is a pig?!"
"Oh, come on! The so called 'Grandmaster' actually has a fat purple pig for a spirit?!"
"This has to be a joke!"
"I'm dying here! What does it even do? Ram into people?"
The entire arena roared with laughter, mocking Yu Xiaogang mercilessly.
On stage, Yu Xiaogang's face twitched violently, but he said nothing. Inwardly, however, he was boiling with rage.
'Laugh while you can! Once I pass the academy's assessment, you'll all regret this! I'll show you that even if my martial spirit is weak, my wisdom as a Grandmaster is something you insects could never hope to match!'
"San Pao!" he commanded.
The pig like spirit beast growled lowly. Suddenly, a whooshing sound erupted as it sucked in air at an alarming rate.
Its already bloated belly swelled even further, growing at a ridiculous speed.
The middle aged opponent tensed up, seeing this. He assumed Luo San Pao was about to unleash a powerful energy blast, so he immediately activated his third spirit ring.
A defensive barrier materialized around him, forming a protective shield against the impending attack.
Yu Xiaogang raised his hand, sending one of his yellow spirit rings toward Luo San Pao. His face was serious as he shouted:
"Like thunder, let your roar shake the heavens! Luo San Pao!"
Luo San Pao's deep blue eyes suddenly glowed brightly, and the golden light of the spirit ring formed a barrier around its body.
Its round body abruptly shot into the air, soaring five meters high, flipping over mid air
Then
BANG!!
A thunderous explosion rocked the arena.
The audience held their breath, expecting a powerful shockwave attack, or a devastating sound blast
But
Yu Xiaogang had already put on a gas mask.
"BOOM!!"
A wave of yellow energy erupted, crashing down toward the middle aged man's barrier
And then
A horrifying stench filled the arena.
"UURRGHH !!!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL?!"
"OH GOD, IT'S SO FOUL!"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! HIS ABILITY IS... FARTING?!"
"PFFT No wonder they call him a 'Grandmaster'! What a grand skill letting out grandmaster level farts!"
Many in the audience clutched their noses, gagging from the overwhelming stink.
High above, Sun Zhongjing frowned at the sheer absurdity of what he was witnessing. With a wave of his hand, a powerful gust of wind blew the stench away, restoring some sanity to the battlefield.
At the same time, a translucent dome enveloped the stage a containment barrier to prevent further "gas attacks" from polluting the area.
On stage, the middle aged opponent stood his ground, his protective barrier intact. The attack had dealt no real damage but the humiliation was immeasurable.
His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
'What kind of ridiculous people are they letting into this assessment?!'
Yu Xiaogang, however, wasn't done.
"Sleeping Gas! Luo San Pao!"
Luo San Pao leaped into the air again, spun like a windmill, and
"PFFT !!"
A yellowish mist burst from its rear, spreading across the arena.
This was Yu Xiaogang's second spirit ability a gas based sleep inducing effect.
But
The barrier remained completely unmoved.
Yu Xiaogang's face fell.
'Damn it! My performance was awful!'
He knew that his chances of passing this round were slim.
However
His written exam score had to be a perfect 100!
With his profound theoretical knowledge, even if this combat assessment was mediocre, his written test should have impressed Medicine King Your Excellency enough to grant him a pass!
Surely, he would still be accepted.
"Enough. The test is over," Sun Zhongjing announced.
With a wave of his hand, the containment barrier compressed the toxic gases, forming a floating yellow sphere, which was promptly flung far into the sky destination unknown.
The air was finally fresh again.
The middle aged opponent took a deep breath, savoring the clean air after nearly suffocating for so long.
Then
Sun Zhongjing's calm voice echoed across the arena:
"Now, I will announce the results."
He scanned the gathered applicants before looking directly at Yu Xiaogang.
"Yu Xiaogang you have failed."
There was no surprise among the crowd.
To them, Yu Xiaogang was a joke a man with terrible theories and an even worse martial spirit.
If White Cloud Academy actually accepted someone like him, it would be a complete embarrassment.
However
Yu Xiaogang refused to accept this outcome.
"I OBJECT!"
"THIS IS UNFAIR!"
He shouted defiantly, standing his ground.
Of course, the only reason he dared to raise his voice at an Ultimate Douluo was because Sun Zhongjing had a reputation for fairness.
As an applicant, he had the right to protest.
Now, it was time to see if his words could sway the results.
(End of Chapter)
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