Chapter 232: Yu Xiaogang: Flender, Say Something!
The moment Zhao Wuji heard this, the fire in his chest flared up instantly, burning his eyes red.
Again, Tang San!
He abruptly turned around, and all his soul rings lit up at once—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. Seven soul rings spun rapidly around him, radiating a suffocating pressure.
The terrifying aura of a Soul Saint crashed down like a solid force.
He stared fixedly at Tang San, the killing intent in his eyes completely undisguised.
Like a ferocious beast ready to pounce and tear its prey apart, his entire body exuded violent aggression.
Yu Tianheng, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, and Osler, who stood nearby, had never been particularly close to Shrek's group.
Seeing this scene, they immediately stepped back several paces without a word.
The four exchanged glances in tacit understanding, crossed their arms, and leaned against the wall, slight smiles on their lips as if watching a show.
As long as no fight breaks out, fine. If it does, even better. Either way, it had nothing to do with them.
Being publicly accused by Oscar and then enveloped by Zhao Wuji's overwhelming killing intent—
Tang San's expression darkened instantly to the extreme.
His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms, his knuckles turning white.
He had never expected that Oscar would dare to tear things apart like this and point the finger at him.
That guy who usually just sold sausages and joked around had actually aimed directly at him in front of everyone.
What he hadn't expected, even more, was that Zhao Wuji didn't even bother asking anything before releasing killing intent on him.
It was clearly just an accident!
He didn't want to be struck by lightning either!
Who could have predicted something like that?
An accident during cultivation wasn't something he could control. Why should the blame fall on him?
A trace of gloom flashed through Tang San's eyes as he gritted his teeth. Soul power surged quietly within him, already preparing to resist.
"Stop!!!"
A furious shout exploded.
Yu Xiaogang rushed over. The moment he saw the tense standoff, his face darkened instantly.
Without thinking, he dashed forward and spread his arms, standing firmly in front of Tang San like a hen protecting its chicks.
"Zhao Wuji! What are you doing?!"
Yu Xiaogang shouted at Zhao Wuji, his voice cracking.
"What do you think you're doing? Using your strength to bully a junior? Do you want to attack Xiao San?"
Seeing Yu Xiaogang only made Zhao Wuji even angrier.
Not only did he not withdraw his pressure, but he increased it further.
His soul rings shone brightly, causing the ground itself to tremble faintly.
He roared at Yu Xiaogang, "Yu Xiaogang! Take a good look at what your precious disciple has done!"
"Last time Oscar nearly died. This time, Hongjun is on the brink of death, and you're still protecting him? Do you even have any sense of right and wrong?"
Under the pressure of a Soul Saint, Yu Xiaogang's legs trembled violently. His face turned pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
As a mere Soul Grandmaster, how could he withstand such pressure?
His bones creaked as if they might collapse at any moment.
He hurriedly turned his head and shouted at Flender, "Flender! Stop him! Do you want him to kill Xiao San? Say something!"
Flender's chest rose and fell sharply before he shouted in a deep voice, "Old Zhao! Stop! Calm down!"
Hearing Flender's words, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and stared at Tang San. The killing intent in his gaze was almost tangible.
His fists clenched with cracking sounds, his whole body like a volcano ready to erupt.
After a long moment, he finally withdrew his soul rings and pressure.
But his gaze remained nailed onto Tang San, the fury within it not diminishing in the slightest, only growing stronger.
"Save Hongjun first."
Flender's voice was so hoarse it was barely audible, as if something were stuck in his throat.
He turned to the teachers nearby and shouted urgently, "Quick! Call the healing soul masters! Carry Hongjun inside! Hurry!"
Several teachers rushed forward, carefully lifting the stretcher and running into the academy.
Flender watched as the stretcher disappeared down the corridor, feeling as if all his strength had been drained. A stabbing pain filled his chest.
His beloved disciple, the child he had raised since he was young, was reduced to such a charred state. How could he not feel heartache?
The corridor fell into a suffocating silence. Everyone wisely kept quiet; even their breathing was deliberately softened.
Tang San lowered his head, shadows covering most of his face. No one could see his expression or know what he was thinking.
...
Half an hour later.
Ma Hongjun was placed in a separate room, the door tightly shut.
The academy's healing soul masters were working at full force inside, and waves of soul power occasionally leaked through the cracks.
Outside, Flender, Zhao Wuji, Yu Xiaogang, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and several members of the Royal Fighting Team stood in the corridor.
The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt hard to breathe, as if the air itself were filled with lead.
Flender had already learned the full details from Dai Mubai.
Exactly the same as what Oscar had said.
And eerily similar to what had happened to Oscar before.
"This was just an accident."
Yu Xiaogang's face was dark as water as he broke the silence.
His voice was cold and firm, leaving no room for doubt.
"Xiao San couldn't have expected to be struck by lightning. He was injured, too. This matter cannot be blamed on him."
"An accident?"
Zhao Wuji glared at him, eyes bulging.
The anger he had just suppressed flared up again.
"Twice! Both times it was him!"
"Both times it happened when someone else was at a critical moment absorbing a soul ring, and he caused a disturbance!"
"What kind of coincidence is that? Tell me, what kind of coincidence is that!"
"Zhao Wuji, please stop being unreasonable!"
Yu Xiaogang's temper also flared. Veins bulged on his neck as he shouted back:
"Are you saying Xiao San did it on purpose?"
"What reason would he have to harm Ma Hongjun? Tell me!"
"Why would he harm him? Can you explain that?"
Left speechless by the barrage, Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
Yes, they had no evidence that Tang San did it deliberately.
No matter how angry, suspicious, or eager to beat the boy, it meant nothing.
They couldn't punish Tang San over an "accident."
Flender's expression was also extremely grim.
If this were called a coincidence, even he didn't believe it.
But he had no evidence and couldn't say anything.
In the end, Flender closed his eyes, as if exhausting all his strength, and said in a deep voice, "This matter ends here. No one is to bring it up again."
"The most important thing now is treating Hongjun's injuries."
After saying this, his gaze fell on the tightly shut door, filled with heartache and exhaustion. He looked as if he had aged ten years.
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang clearly let out a sigh of relief.
Without another word, he grabbed Tang San and left, steps quick, as if afraid of being stopped.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Wuji watched their departing figures and slammed his fist into the wall in fury.
With a dull crash, a deep crack instantly spread across the solid wall, fragments falling to the ground.
End of Chapter
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