Chapter 107: Salas Ridicules Yu Xiaogang

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On the stage, Feng Xiaotian struggled to stand after vomiting, but after taking just two steps, he started swaying like a drunken man and collapsed onto the arena floor. 

Though his posture was far from dignified, the spectators in the VIP section clearly understood that Feng Xiaotian had not lost consciousness—he was still inside the ring. Meanwhile, Tang San had been flung out of the stage, crashing into the outer wall. 

The match was over—Feng Xiaotian had won. 

The VIP spectators remained in stunned silence. Even at the same level, Tang San had used every trump card he had, yet he still lost to Feng Xiaotian. More incredibly, Feng Xiaotian had never even received formal training—his self-created "Stromwind Demon Wolf Forty-Five Slashes" was merely a copy of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique. 

And yet, a knockoff had beaten the original. 

"Captain! Captain won!" (x6) 

The six members of Godwind Academy cheered in unison. They leaped onto the stage, ready to help Feng Xiaotian up—until they saw him covered in vomit and dust. Hesitating for a moment, they instead helped him remove his outer robe, letting the wind blow away the dirt. 

Still dizzy, Feng Xiaotian, with his eyes shut, asked, "Brothers, who won?" 

"Captain, you won! That kid Tang San smashed into the wall—his face is so messed up, even his own mother might not recognize him!" 

One of the Godwind Academy students stole a glance at Tang San's ruined face, drenched in blood, then immediately turned away, fearing the sight would give him nightmares. 

Feng Xiaotian roared excitedly, "I did it! I, Feng Xiaotian, won!" 

"Ge—!" 

Xiao Wu's voice trembled as she looked at Tang San's bloodied, mutilated face, her beautiful eyes brimming with murderous intent. 

Zhu Zhuqing was already tending to Tang San's injuries, while the remaining five Shrek Devils, the substitutes, and the Golden Iron Triangle all turned their gaze toward Godwind Academy's group, their eyes filled with undiluted rage. 

Naturally, Godwind Academy's vice dean could not sit idly by. In a blur, he landed on the stage in front of his students, his narrowed eyes exuding intimidating pressure as he growled, 

"Shrek, what do you think you're doing?" 

Dai Mubai stepped forward, his expression ice-cold. "What are we doing? You turned Xiao San into this, and you still have the nerve to ask?" 

"Heh," sneered one of Godwind Academy's students, stepping forward as well. "Tang San lost because he wasn't strong enough and ended up crashing into the wall. And now you're blaming our captain? Does Shrek Academy have no shame?" 

A low, chilling voice suddenly cut through the tension, sending a cold shiver down everyone's spines. 

"The match is over. What are you trying to do?" 

The speaker was none other than Salas, the Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall, seated in the VIP section. 

With an indifferent expression, Salas continued, "The Godwind Academy student is correct. Tang San lost due to his own lack of ability. He initiated the provocation—do you want to risk disqualification?" 

"Salas, you are violating the dignity of your position as Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall!" 

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, raising his right hand. A command token gleamed in his palm, adorned with six symbols, each glowing brightly. 

This was the Tian Dou Six Royal Token—a symbol of Honorary Elder status within Spirit Hall. 

At the sight of it, Salas' expression darkened, while Emperor Xue Ye's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Though he did not personally possess such a token, he understood exactly what it represented. 

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi, after a brief moment of thought, smirked in amusement. "Now this will be interesting." 

Yu Xiaogang's voice carried undisguised fury as he demanded, 

"Salas, as the Head of the Spirit Master Committee for the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament's Tian Dou Division, do you understand the consequences of blatant favoritism?" 

Tang San had suffered serious injuries, yet his ultimate technique—Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer—had lost to a mere knockoff. The mockery and rumors that would follow could severely damage his reputation. 

Worse still, as Tang San's teacher, Yu Xiaogang himself would also be affected. 

Thus, he had to stand up for Tang San. Even if the truth was against him, he would use his authority to force his own version of reality. 

Of course, in his mind, he truly believed himself to be right. 

He was convinced that Salas was merely siding with Feng Xiaotian—a promising talent eager to join Spirit Hall—while deliberately suppressing Tang San, a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Clan. 

Salas let out a mocking laugh. 

"And what exactly do you think you are? A mere Rank 29 failure of a Spirit Master, daring to use an Elder's Token to pressure me?" 

With a simple motion of his hand, the token in Yu Xiaogang's grasp was instantly pulled away, landing directly in Salas' palm. 

"You—you are the Platinum Bishop! How dare you violate an Elder?!" 

Yu Xiaogang stared in disbelief, his body trembling in rage. 

To be insulted as a 'failure' in front of the entire city's elite—his pride shattered, his authority crushed—the sheer humiliation caused his chest to tighten. 

With a surge of overwhelming emotion, blood welled up in his throat— 

And he spat it out.

 "Elder? You? Don't Make Me Laugh." 

"Elder?" 

Salas sneered again, his tone dripping with contempt. "If you were truly an elder, I wouldn't dare offend you. But you? What are you, really? A mere Rank 29 failure of a Spirit Master, and you dare to call yourself an elder?" 

If it weren't for the fact that two distinguished side-branch Spirit Masters of the Angel Clan had informed him that Bibi Dong was currently at Shrek Academy—and that this academy's teachers were disgusting beyond belief—Salas might have actually mistaken Yu Xiaogang's so-called Elder Token for the real thing. In that case, he would have had no choice but to obey Yu Xiaogang's demands. 

But the moment he recalled Bibi Dong's history with Yu Xiaogang, as well as Tang San's identity as the son of Clear Sky Douluo, the truth became blatantly obvious. 

Where did a cast-off like Yu Xiaogang get his hands on an Elder Token? 

"As everyone knows, our Spirit Hall only issues Elder Tokens to Spirit Masters of extraordinary status and influence." 

"The leaders of the Upper Three Sects, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—altogether, only four of these tokens have ever been issued." 

Salas' gaze sharpened, his voice filled with mockery. "And yet, here you are, a mere Rank 29 disgrace, expelled from Spirit Hall, parading around with an Elder Token? Where do you think you got it from?" 

Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth slightly, intending to speak up for Yu Xiaogang. 

However, at the thought of Ning Rongrong soon heading to Spirit Hall for the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament finals—right into Qian Renxue's territory—he hesitated. 

After a moment of consideration, he wisely shut his mouth, choosing instead to play the role of a silent and dignified sect master. 

Salas' piercing gaze locked onto Yu Xiaogang, his tone icy. 

"If you cannot provide a proper explanation, I will have you arrested and thrown into Spirit Hall's dungeon for the crime of stealing an Elder Token!" 

Yu Xiaogang Breaks Out in Cold Sweat 

At those words, Yu Xiaogang finally snapped out of his rage and realized the severity of the situation. 

He had been using borrowed authority to intimidate others—but now his facade had been exposed. 

Facing the suffocating oppression of a Contra-level Spirit Master, he broke into a cold sweat. 

If he were truly imprisoned, the disgrace alone would completely ruin what little reputation he had left. 

 "You Dare?!" 

A furious voice erupted as Liu Erlong, burning with killing intent, took a step forward. 

But before she could act, Flender quickly intervened. 

"Erlong, calm down!" 

As a businessman who excelled at navigating power dynamics, Flender knew better than to provoke Spirit Hall. 

Stepping forward with a respectful tone, he said, "Bishop Salas, the token that Xiaogang carries was given to him by his father—meant as a safeguard for his travels across the continent." 

"Rather than focusing on this issue, shouldn't we return to discussing the match between Feng Xiaotian and Tang San?" 

With just a few words, Flender cleanly distanced Yu Xiaogang from any wrongdoing, salvaging what remained of his fragile self-esteem. 

After all, as the heirs of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's main and secondary branches, Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong wouldn't hold a grudge over something so trivial—at least, not against Flender. 

Salas cast a deep, evaluating gaze at Flender. 

Although he was still skeptical, the answer was airtight—nothing he could directly refute. 

After a brief pause, he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. 

"Godwind Academy, Shrek Academy has accused you of misconduct. What do you have to say for yourselves?"

(End of Chapter)