Xiao Lin and Tang San saw Yu Xiaogang's expression and immediately laughed in their hearts.
They hadn't even mocked Yu Xiaogang yet—so why was Yu Xiaogang already acting like he couldn't stand it?
Although the two were secretly amused, they made no attempt at controlling their expressions. So when Xiao Lin and Tang San looked at each other—
The next second, they burst into uncontrollable laughter.
The more they tried to suppress it, the harder it became to hold back.
Xiao Lin and Tang San's wild laughter quickly drew the attention of the surrounding crowd.
Among them were several undercover agents who planned to capture Xiao Lin and his group.
However, none of those agents dared to make a move—because the openly strongest figures attending today's auction were standing nearby.
Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin glanced at Xiao Lin standing beside Ning Rongrong and smiled slightly.
In their hearts they thought: So in the end, Xiao Lin was still taken down by our precious daughter.
Meanwhile, Xue Qinghe watched Xiao Lin and Tang San laughing and had no idea what they were laughing about.
Since she wasn't satisfied with the previous transaction, she decided she would buy something today and gift it to Xiao Lin and his group.
In the distance, Dugu Bo secretly shook his head.
He was worried that Xiao Lin drawing this much attention was not a good thing.
But at such a high-profile auction with powerful backers present, petty criminals wouldn't dare do anything stupid.
At this moment, the person at the center of attention—Yu Xiaogang—knew full well that Xiao Lin and Tang San were laughing at him, yet he did not show anger.
Instead, Yu Xiaogang secretly rejoiced. He was no longer the same man he once was.
Now, he had personally trained three monsters.
Once Xiao Lin learned of his abilities, he would surely bow to his brilliance.
Yu Xiaogang was always this ordinary and this confident.
Straightening his clothes, Yu Xiaogang raised his head proudly and walked directly toward Xiao Lin.
"Xiao Lin, long time no see."
Before the eyes of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang revealed a pure-prison-style oily smile, which immediately made Xiao Lin feel nauseated.
Too greasy.
Handsome was a kind of aura—greasy was also a kind of aura.
However, Xiao Lin was indeed curious about the three brats Yu Xiaogang had trained.
He had met them once before, and clearly the three had become stronger.
Yu Xiaogang must have put in significant effort—though who knew how long the three had been forced to do weight-bearing running.
Another thing… why did Xiao Lin feel the three of them looked so sinister?
Especially Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun—just looking at their faces anyone could tell they were not good people.
Dai Mubai looked ruthless and devilish, Ma Hongjun looked lecherous, and his eyes burned with wickedness.
Seeing Xiao Lin ignore him and instead stare at the three students behind him, Yu Xiaogang's lips curled upward in pride.
"Xiao Lin, let me introduce them. These are my students. Dai Mubai—15 years old, rank 42. Oscar—14 years old, rank 33. Ma Hongjun—12 years old, rank 33."
"And by the way, Oscar is a food-type Spirit Master."
After finishing the introduction, Yu Xiaogang stared intently at Xiao Lin, hoping to see shock and regret on his face.
However, Xiao Lin disappointed Yu Xiaogang thoroughly.
After roughly one second, Xiao Lin only replied casually:
"Oh."
"Oh?"
Xiao Lin's indifferent response baffled Yu Xiaogang.
These were the monster students he trained personally! If only he had more resources, if he could give Ma Hongjun medicinal baths—
Their spirit power levels could have grown even higher.
Even as they were now, they were not to be underestimated!
Yu Xiaogang wondered if Xiao Lin hadn't heard him clearly. He glanced around with the corner of his eye.
Soon, he noticed Ning Fengzhi of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect looking very interested in Oscar.
Other factions were visibly shocked by the strength of Dai Mubai and the others.
Many began whispering, praising Yu Xiaogang's teaching ability.
Some comments, however, greatly annoyed him.
Such as: "Even though Yu Xiaogang hasn't even reached rank 30, the students he trained are really amazing. Truly worthy of the title Master."
Utter disrespect. Without his professional guidance, would Dai Mubai and the others have succeeded?
"Xiao Lin, are you still this arrogant? Have you forgotten our wager?"
Yu Xiaogang hurried to speak as Xiao Lin looked like he was about to leave.
"Back then we agreed on eight years. Now there's only a year and a half left."
"If you admit defeat early, I can accept you as my disciple and make you the youngest Title Douluo in history!"
Yu Xiaogang raised his voice deliberately so the entire auction could hear.
But Xiao Lin was already extremely annoyed.
With Ning Rongrong and the Emperor Team beside him, he didn't want to ridicule Yu Xiaogang—it would seem petty.
But now, Xiao Lin had reached his limit.
"You say their current levels are because of your teaching? What were their innate spirit power levels originally?"
"Don't take other people's hard work and claim it as your own."
Xiao Lin waved his hand dismissively, full of disdain.
Weight-bearing running proves your teaching ability?
His words instantly made the surrounding audience curious about the trio's innate power.
If their innate levels were high, nearly full innate power, plus good resources and their own effort—
Then achieving such levels was completely reasonable.
Ever since Xiao Yan published the paper on Extreme Spirit Ring Year Limits, many clans' children had broken previous power records.
Talents were skyrocketing everywhere.
Hearing Xiao Lin speak up, Dai Mubai and his friends instantly felt warmth toward him.
They hadn't spoken earlier only because Yu Xiaogang was technically their instructor—but now someone had finally spoken for them.
Their hearts were moved.
This was all their effort—it had nothing to do with Yu Xiaogang.
Listening to the crowd's discussions, the trio raised their heads proudly.
And soon revealed their innate spirit power levels.
The crowd erupted in admiration.
Especially Oscar—a food-type Spirit Master with full innate spirit power, the first in Douluo Continent history.
If someone could recruit him, they might one day have a Title Douluo food-type Spirit Master.
That alone could build a power comparable to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Soon, those undercover agents who wanted to target Xiao Lin shifted their focus to Oscar. Some even considered kidnapping him.
If they couldn't capture Xiao Lin… Oscar might be easier.
Seeing the fiery looks surrounding Oscar and the others, Yu Xiaogang ground his teeth furiously.
Damn Xiao Lin—one sentence and everyone ignored my hard work.
"Humph, Xiao Lin, stop talking nonsense. Why don't you tell us what level you're at now?"
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. He believed that even Lin Dong might not be able to train Xiao Lin to Ma Hongjun's level.
This was one of his few points of pride.
"Me? Little San, why don't you show them?"
Xiao Lin naturally would not reveal his Soul King-level power—but Tang San could.
The moment Xiao Lin finished speaking, Tang San released the spiritual-force-augmented soul pressure of a Soul Ancestor.
Yu Xiaogang staggered backward two steps from the shock.
This was Tang San holding back. Otherwise, given what happened six years ago, if Tang San truly wanted to kill him, he would have.
"What?! Soul Ancestor?!"
Yu Xiaogang stared in disbelief at the spirit he once declared a trash spirit.
He could hardly imagine what level Xiao Lin, with his top-tier spirit, had reached.
"There are no useless spirits, only useless spirit masters. You once claimed Xiao San's spirit was trash—but now he has reached a level you cannot even dream of."
"So Yu Xiaogang, you weren't wrong—you really are a useless waste."
"A waste spirit master with only rank 29 spirit power, pretending to understand the world, thinking he knows everything—when actually he's just a frog at the bottom of a well."
Xiao Lin pointed at Yu Xiaogang and sneered.
"You… what nonsense are you talking about!? When did I ever say Tang San's martial soul was trash!?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes flashed with panic. He tried desperately to deny it.
"Full innate spirit power Blue Silver Grass is trash? Then what spirit isn't trash? Isn't his spirit Blue Silver Emperor now?"
"Lin-ge, stop talking to him, the auction is about to start."
"You said once a waste, always a waste, didn't you? Maybe Yu Xiaogang's brain really is broken. He'll never be anything more in this lifetime."
Tang San spoke innocently, urging Xiao Lin to go join the auction.
"You… you you you you…"
Yu Xiaogang could not stand being called brain-damaged. His breath caught, his vision darkened, oxygen rushed out of his brain—and he collapsed unconscious.
"Eh… tsk tsk tsk."
Xiao Lin hadn't even used power—and Yu Xiaogang already dropped.
Sigh.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang fall so pathetically, the spectators looked at him with disdain and dispersed, leaving only Dai Mubai and the other two standing awkwardly beside Yu Xiaogang.
(End of Chapter)