"Flander, quickly appraise my disciple. How does he feel to you?"
Yu Xiaogang’s weathered face, which previously seed sowhat despondent, instantly beca animated as he spoke of Tang San.
His current display of pride and confidence was hardly a search for appraisal.
Clearly, he wanted to hear praises about Tang San’s talent from the other party’s mouth.
Flander naturally saw right through it. Boasting about one’s outstanding disciples is a common affliction among teachers, not sothing to criticize.
But the situation wasn’t quite as Yu Xiaogang expected.
He was considering how to phrase his response.
After all, seeing that Yu Xiaogang had finally regained his fighting spirit, telling him his disciple had been beaten to a pulp and chased away before even starting school seed too harsh.
"Hiss—"
"Aweso!!"
Yu Xiaogang excitedly downed a swig of strong liquor, his lips curling in a sigh of appreciation.
"Haven’t drunk so freely in good spirits like this for ages."
"What’s the matter with you, taking so long without a peep? I asked for a comnt, why the deep contemplation?"
"If you can’t find fault with him, I don’t bla you. After all, even with my discerning eye, I haven’t spotted any flaws in Xiaosan. He’s indeed a perfect child."
"Cough cough, Brock," Flander coughed dryly.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly beca alert, looking askance as he said, "Flander, you rarely show such a hesitant expression. Don’t tell you’re coveting my disciple."
Flander shook his head, "Brock, hear out."
Yu Xiaogang interrupted with a smile, "No need to explain, we’ve been friends for so many years. I understand."
Flander felt a splitting headache.
I haven’t even said anything yet, what do you understand?
Yu Xiaogang bead with utter conviction.
"Flander, you must have also noticed Xiaosan’s talent and strength, right? After all, as long as he grows up, he’ll surely lead Shrek to fa throughout Soul Land."
"I actually don’t mind you becoming his teacher too, but I have one condition. My resources are limited after all, so it might not be enough for cultivating Xiaosan. You’ll need to help provide so."
Flander’s face twitched, "Brock, let speak."
Yu Xiaogang, with a stern face, said unequivocally:
"I know you value money as much as life, but I can vouch for it on my reputation. If you invest in Xiaosan, there will definitely be returns in the future. His potential is enough to make him the number one in Douluo."
Flander, with a serious face, "Brock, I have sothing to tell you, but you have to promise not to get excited after hearing it."
"What’s with all the fuss over sothing so trivial?"
Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes, "Ever since I took Xiaosan as my disciple, I’ve cald down completely."
"Not pleased by external gains, not saddened by personal losses, there’s hardly anything that can excite anymore."
Flander nodded, "Then I’ll speak."
Yu Xiaogang urged repeatedly, "Go on then. Can’t figure out what you’re worried about."
"Actually, your disciple Tang San left Shrek on the first day of the entrance test," Flander said as gently as he could, fearing he would upset the other man.
"What???"
Yu Xiaogang, who had been jovial monts before, suddenly stiffened, his mouth agape.
He then rapidly beca agitated.
Slamming the table, he demanded,
"What’s going on with your Shrek, Flander? How could you let go of a true monster like Xiaosan?"
Flander shook his head, "It wasn’t us who let him go."
"Oh—"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly had a mont of realization.
"I get it now. Maybe Xiaosan saw that the teaching environnt here was too simple, so he chose not to stay."
Flander took a deep breath.
"Brock, the truth is that Tang San left because he was defeated on the day of the entrance exam."
"You’ve started joking around after all these years," Yu Xiaogang laughed, "As far as I know, no one his age can defeat Xiaosan. He doesn’t lose."
"If he was defeated, it only ans you had so old tirs bully him."
"What nonsense."
Flander glared.
"Am I supposed to be deceiving you? Your precious disciple was truly defeated without any doubt, and then he stord off in a huff, never to return."
"No way, Xiaosan is unbeatable among his peers." Yu Xiaogang waved his hands in firm denial, full of confidence, dismissing any rumors.
Flander snorted at this.
Tang San unbeatable in his age group?
What a joke.
In his academy now was soone treated like an ancestor.
If Tang San was a genius, then Luo Yu was undoubtedly a daddy-level figure.
Flander said with a serious expression, "Brock, Tang San really was defeated."
Yu Xiaogang’s smile froze, the room went quiet for a few seconds.
"Defeated by whom?"
"Luo Yu."
"Who is Luo Yu?" Yu Xiaogang shook his head: "Never heard of this nobody before. How could he possibly defeat Xiaosan."
"What the heck, you’re calling him a nobody?" Flander’s eyes widened.
You’ve got to be kidding.
This na has already spread among all the top powers within Soul Land, okay?
If it weren’t for the fact that I happened to have a close friend who serves in a great power, even the strength of a Soul Sage wouldn’t qualify to hear this na.
If word got out that Luo Yu is at Shrek, I’m afraid the next day all the top powers would swarm in.
Yu Xiaogang analyzed, "In Soul Land, Soul Masters with powerful Martial Souls are all born from bloodline inheritance."
"As far as I know, none of the Seven Great Sects and so hidden Noble Clans have the ’Luo’ surna."
"This suggests that this kid’s Martial Soul is probably not that strong."
"How did he defeat Xiaosan then?"
Flander was silently speechless.
How did he defeat him?
A single bamboo skewer used for grilling overturned him, okay?
Blasted him away with one hand.
Now he’s a bit worried.
Worried that after hearing the truth, Yu Xiaogang would ntally collapse and flee back to his small city to live a wretched life again.
He knew too well Yu Xiaogang’s pride; knowing his proud disciple was beaten so badly, he might easily fall into a slump again.
There’s another reason Flander dare not reveal Luo Yu’s true situation.
Right now, he’s set on clinging to Luo Yu’s "thick thigh" and doesn’t dare to show him the slightest neglect.
Luo Yu wanted to keep a low profile, and he naturally cooperated fully.
"Brock, I won’t go into the specifics with you," Flander comnced.
"But I can tell you, Tang San’s talent is not bad; he can certainly look down on his peers, but compared to this guy, he’s more than just a little bit worse."
"Clang!"
Yu Xiaogang slapped his wine bottle onto the table and stood up straight.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"If you say Xiaosan lost to soone due to a mont of carelessness, I believe you, but if you say soone can crush Xiaosan by a hundred or a thousand tis, I won’t believe it even if you beat to death."
Flander gave a wry smile, "After so many years of friendship, you still don’t trust ?"
Yu Xiaogang seed to suddenly rember sothing and asked, "When Xiaosan fought with this Luo Yu, was he using Blue Silver Grass?"
"Yeah," Flander nodded.
"Then I understand."
Yu Xiaogang slowly sat back down, revealing a confident smile once more.
"Losing a match is good; a failure for a young man can ignite his fighting spirit."
What’s going on, all better so quickly? Flander was puzzled.
"What’s that look for, Old Flander?"
"You’re not upset anymore?"
"Upset?" Brock raised his eyebrows, "Why should I be upset? Victory and defeat are normal in warfare; I believe that although Xiaosan lost this ti, he’ll win next ti."
"And he’ll win back with an absolutely crushing force."
Flander’s mouth twitched as he thought of Luo Yu’s terror.
"Brock, let give you so brotherly advice, Tang San can beat others alright, but against him, he might never win again."
Having said that, Flander shook his head again.
"No, it’s not might; he’ll definitely never win again!"
Yu Xiaogang kept shaking his head, interrupting, "This Luo Yu you ntioned may have decent strength and talent, a dark horse that erged from the commoners, and he is indeed worth cultivating."
"But I can assure you, he may have defeated Xiaosan once, but he will absolutely not defeat Xiaosan a second ti, because..."
"Because why?"
Flander was just curious.
Could soone from the younger generation actually punish Luo Yu in this world?
He wouldn’t believe it even if he was killed.
Yu Xiaogang said with a mysterious and proud tone, "I can’t tell you that for now, you just need to know, you’ve seen a hint of Xiaosan’s talent, that’s just the tip of his potential iceberg."
"Hmm?"
Flander sighed.
Even if Tang San concealed a whole iceberg, it wouldn’t help.
Trying to take on Luo Yu? He’d damn well need to hide a whole world.
"What, you don’t believe ?" Brock laughed, "Just wait and see, Old Flander, Xiaosan will definitely make a coback, and at that ti, everything I’ve said will co true."
"Xiaosan’s talent will astonish the world, and will also prove all my theories are right; I, Yu Xiaogang, am not a waste."
"As for that kid you ntioned, I’ll et him tomorrow, maybe he’s not as talented as Xiaosan, but he still seems to be a promising prospect."
"If his character is also good, I don’t mind taking on another disciple, I might consider taking him as my student."
What the heck, what’s all this?
You, Brock, have stopped wallowing in defeat now.
But seriously, you can’t be that high-flying, okay?
Take Luo Yu as a disciple?
And the attitude seems pretty grudging?
Flander sobered up from his shock...
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A 2700-word ga Chapter, I got ho late today, sorry about that.
Starting Friday, five Chapters each day, lasting nine days.
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