LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 29: Chapter 29
Chapter 29: The Furious Yu Xiaogang
Wait… what did Ah Yin just call him?
Brother Ling?
The intimate term sent a jolt through Zhao Ling. His bones seemed to melt on the spot. She called him so sweetly, so naturally—it completely caught him off guard.
For that one sentence alone, Zhao Ling decided he would gladly spend every gold soul coin he had to buy her whatever clothes she wanted. Smiling, he took Ah Yin's hand and headed toward the exit.
Bibi Dong, watching them leave, puffed her cheeks in frustration. 'That woman, Ah Yin, must be doing this on purpose—trying to steal Zhao Ling from me!'
If Elder Ju and the other Spirit Hall members hadn't been present, she would have stormed over and claimed Zhao Ling for herself. But Elder Ju was watching closely. If she acted impulsively, his suspicions would undoubtedly reach her beastly teacher, and that was a risk she couldn't afford.
Bibi Dong forced herself to calm down. 'Be patient. She can cling to Zhao Ling for now, but I know who he truly likes more."
Her mind wandered to the future. 'When I get my chance, I'll take him back, lock him in a room, and make him update his diary every day—10,000 words minimum!'
She paused, frowning at her own thoughts. 'Wait, what am I thinking? Snatching Zhao Ling just to make him write a diary? How ridiculous!'
No. Instead, she would win him over, flaunt her relationship in front of Ah Yin, and make that woman realize who was truly the most important in Zhao Ling's heart.
The wicked smile that spread across her face sent shivers down the spines of Ju Douluo and the Spirit Hall elites.
What's wrong with the lady? Ju Douluo wondered. One moment she's furious, the next she's smiling like this. Something isn't right.
Bibi Dong turned to the group. "Let's go. We should eat. While I don't have a match this afternoon, you still do."
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As the group exited the arena, they came upon a pale, disheveled young man shouting hysterically at Zhao Ling.
"You! It's all your fault!" the man screamed. "You knocked me out with a chair and stole the handkerchief Miss Dong'er gave me! And this morning, you used some evil trick to make me lose five teeth and swell my face like a pig's head! You lunatic!"
The young man, of course, was none other than Yu Xiaogang. His injuries from the previous day had not fully healed, and Zhao Ling's damage transfer earlier had left him in an even sorrier state.
Though the swelling on his face had subsided after treatment, his missing teeth and lingering pain made him seethe with rage.
Yu Xiaogang had spent hours trying to piece together why he'd been injured so mysteriously. When he remembered Zhao Ling slapping himself without consequence while Yu suffered the damage, it became clear to him: Zhao Ling was to blame.
Now, here he was, confronting his nemesis.
Zhao Ling, however, merely stared at him, unimpressed. Is this guy for real?
Who gave him the courage to throw such a tantrum in front of a Titled Douluo? Did Yu Xiaogang think he, Zhao Ling, was someone to mess with?
Suppressing a laugh, Zhao Ling crossed his arms. "Yes, it was me. So what? If you're upset, come hit me. Oh wait, you can't, can you? Even if I gave you two hands, you wouldn't stand a chance."
Yu Xiaogang trembled with fury. "You—you—!"
Zhao Ling smirked. "What? You can't even form a sentence? Don't you have any self-awareness? You went to an Iron Fighting Soul level match with less than level 20 soul power, thinking you'd prove something to your family. You're a joke. Be grateful I only beat you up."
Yu Xiaogang's face twisted with rage, but the truth in Zhao Ling's words only stoked the flames.
Zhao Ling pressed on, his tone mocking. "If I were your father, I'd have thrown you in the toilet as soon as you were born to avoid the embarrassment of raising such a failure. I'll even make a prediction—without some miraculous opportunity, you'll never reach level 30 in your entire life. Mark my words. Everyone here can be a witness."
Those words hit Yu Xiaogang like a hammer.
His greatest desire had always been to gain recognition from his family, but deep down, he knew his cultivation had stagnated. The leap from level 19 to 20 felt like climbing a mountain.
Yet hearing Zhao Ling declare, so confidently, that he'd never break through to level 30 made his blood boil.
"You… you're wrong! I will surpass level 30! You'll see!" Yu Xiaogang shouted, his voice cracking.
Zhao Ling rolled his eyes, already bored with the outburst. "Dream on, kid. But don't blame me when reality proves you wrong."
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Bibi Dong, who had been watching silently, couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, seeing Yu Xiaogang so humiliated brought her a twisted sense of satisfaction. But on the other hand, Zhao Ling's sharp words and confident demeanor made her heart flutter.
She couldn't decide whether she wanted to throttle him for being so close to Ah Yin or embrace him for his boldness.
Ah Yin, meanwhile, clung to Zhao Ling's arm and looked at him with admiration. "Brother Ling, you're amazing! Let's go eat, and afterward, could we go shopping? The clothes here look so beautiful."
Zhao Ling glanced at Ah Yin and smiled warmly. "Of course. Let's pick out something nice for you."
As the pair began walking away, Bibi Dong clenched her fists. How dare that shameless woman act so close to him?
But she quickly composed herself. 'No matter. This isn't over. One day, Zhao Ling will be mine, and Ah Yin will understand her place.'
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