Chapter 89: Flander Changes His Attitude Faster Than Turning the Pages of a Book!
Outside the Fighting Soul Arena.
At this moment, Flander leaned against the wall, looking into the distance with a dejected expression.
"Why is my luck so bad today? I consecutively bet on the wrong two matches, and Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing also lost just now…" He frowned deeply, muttering under his breath.
"Now that the money's gone, what about the students' living expenses next month?"
"It seems I'll have to make them participate in more Fighting Soul Arena matches to earn gold Soul Coins."
Suddenly, Flander's ears twitched, and his brows raised, as if he had heard something.
"Hmm?" He abruptly lifted his head, looking into the Fighting Soul Arena, a hint of confusion on his face as he said, "Just now… I think I heard Xiaogang's voice?"
"Nothing bad could have happened, right…"
His expression instantly tensed, and Flander straightened his body in an instant.
Without thinking further, he quickly stood up and hurried towards the spectator area.
As soon as he pushed the door open, his previously hurried footsteps suddenly halted.
"???"
The scene before his eyes struck Flander like a bolt from the blue.
He saw Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground, barely alive, his face swollen and disfigured, covered in blood, his Qi as faint as a wisp of smoke, his chest rising and falling slightly, looking as if he could breathe his last at any moment.
"Xiaogang!! Are you alright?" His pupils constricted, Flander's face turned pale, and he stood frozen for half a second before letting out a loud shout.
The next second, he rushed forward, falling to his knees with a thud, and with trembling hands, carefully helped Yu Xiaogang up from the pool of blood.
"Xiaogang! Open your eyes and look at me!"
"Xiaogang, it's me, Flander, I'm here!"
"Who?! Who beat you up like this?!" Flander suddenly lifted his head, his eyes wide with fury, veins bulging on his face, his gaze like a wolf, almost ready to devour someone.
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang struggled to open one swollen eye, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word. He just slowly raised a hand and pointed forward.
Flander followed Yu Xiaogang's fingertip and saw, not far away, the blue-clad youth wearing a ghost mask, currently looking at the two of them with an indifferent expression.
"You're courting death!"
With a furious roar, in an instant, Flander's rage completely erupted.
He suddenly stood up, spirit power surging within him, and seven spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, spiraled up from his feet!
Immediately, a giant owl phantom condensed behind him.
A terrifying pressure poured out like a mountain collapse.
Making the entire Fighting Soul Arena instantly quiet down.
At the same time, it made Tang Chuan's breathing catch, his brows slightly furrowed, and even his body was forced to involuntarily retreat a few steps, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
Just then, a figure swiftly blocked between the two.
"Stop!"
Manager Ao's expression was stern and his face was livid. He stomped his foot, and similarly, seven spirit rings spiraled up, his spirit power spreading out with a roar, clashing with Flander!
"Dean Flander, this is the Great Spirit Arena! Private duels are forbidden!"
"If you want to fight, please go outside!"
Hearing this, Flander's body paused slightly, his brows raised, and the anger on his face eased for a moment, clearly not daring to act rashly.
Immediately after, he turned to look at Tang San beside him and asked in a low voice:
"Tang San, what happened? Why did this person attack Xiaogang?"
Scratching his head, Tang San's expression was slightly awkward, but he still recounted everything that had just happened, and also told Flander that this blue-clad youth was his biological elder brother.
"What?!"
Upon hearing this news, Flander's eyes widened suddenly, his entire face filled with disbelief, the corner of his eye twitching slightly, his voice even trembling a little.
"You said, he's your biological elder brother?"
Tang San nodded again.
"Tang San's biological elder brother? Then wouldn't that mean… he's also Tang Hao's son?!"
Just then, the terrifying scene of Tang Hao slapping Zhao Wuji away without even using his Spirit, which Flander had witnessed not long ago, flashed through his mind, and his face instantly changed color.
"Damn it, this is not someone I can afford to offend."
The next second, Flander immediately reined in his aura, his attitude doing a complete 180-degree turn. He quickly waved his hand, smiling at Manager Ao and Tang Chuan:
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding, a big flood washing away the Dragon King Temple."
"Heh heh, we're all family, why resort to fighting? Everyone, let's talk things out properly."
Manager Ao was momentarily stunned to see Flander suddenly become so polite, as if he had changed his face entirely. He frowned slightly, looking utterly bewildered.
"Alright, since you two know each other, I'll consider this matter settled."
"However, I'll say this upfront: if you still want to fight, please go outside. Don't cause trouble in my Great Spirit Arena." Manager Ao said in a deep voice.
"Good, good, good!" Flander nodded repeatedly, a slightly stiff smile on his face, and said earnestly, "You're right, we guarantee we won't fight in here."
"No, we definitely won't fight again."
Hearing this, Manager Ao gave him a suspicious look, nodded slightly, then waved his hand and turned to leave the scene with the people from the Great Spirit Arena.
The air finally quieted down a little.
But just then, Yu Xiaogang on the ground seemed to have been angered back to his senses. His face was livid, he was panting like an ox, his teeth clenched, and he cursed angrily:
"Flander! You scoundrel, am I not your brother?! That brat hit me, and you're not going to help me get revenge?!"
Hearing this, Flander's body stiffened slightly. He turned to glance at Yu Xiaogang, his expression a bit awkward, and he raised an eyebrow slightly, saying:
"Xiaogang, this is a misunderstanding. Today was just a misunderstanding."
At this moment, although Flander had a smiling expression on his face, a very complex and helpless look flashed in his eyes, and he cursed silently in his heart:
"Xiaogang, you idiot, you know he's Tang Hao's son, and you still want me to avenge you? Do you know how protective Tang Hao is of his children?"
"Last time, Zhao Wuji was just a little difficult with Tang San and got beaten into a pig's head by Tang Hao? Now you've been beaten up by his son, and you want to drag me down with you?"
"So that I can also get beaten up like you? I'm not that stupid."
Thinking of this, Flander subtly gave Tang San a look, then gently squeezed the corner of his eye, and helped Yu Xiaogang up from the ground, shouting:
"Tang San, hurry, let's quickly take your teacher to find a healing Spirit Master!"
Tang San's expression tightened upon hearing this, and he quickly stepped forward, bending down to help Yu Xiaogang up.
"Teacher, I'll take you for treatment right away."
But as soon as he reached out, Yu Xiaogang violently struggled, his face full of anger and unwillingness, his teeth clenched, his eyes fixed on him.
"Don't touch me!"
"If you don't help me get revenge, I won't go for treatment! I'd rather lie here! If you don't help me get revenge, what's the point of me being alive?!"
"If you don't help me get revenge today, I'll bash my head against something and die right here!"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang actually forced himself to prop up his upper body, grabbing wildly with his hands and kicking his legs, struggling more than a pig, impossible to hold down.
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