Douluo Continent: I Have No Thieves Under Heaven, the Explosive King Returns

Chapter 99 Yu Xiaogang's Humiliation

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, walking arrogantly toward the city gate.

He confidently believed that with his title of "Master," he should be recognized even in Wuhun City.

"stop."

A patrolling soldier, around twenty years old and wearing standard Spirit Hall armor, blocked the way with his halberd, his voice steady: "Routine inquiry, please show your Spirit Hall registration certificate."

Unlike Heaven Dou City, only Soul Masters registered with the Spirit Hall can enter Wuhun City.

To prevent corrupt soul masters with ill intentions from sneaking in and causing unnecessary casualties.

Although not many fallen soul masters dare to cause trouble in Wuhun City, it is still necessary to take precautions.

Yu Xiaogang frowned and glanced at the other person with disdain.

Upon discovering that the other party was just an ordinary person without soul power, they realized that he was just a regular person.

"Hmph, you don't even recognize me?!" His tone was arrogant and condescending.

The soldier remained calm and composed: "No matter who you are, you are not allowed to enter without proof. This is my duty."

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.

How dare he be so rude?!

Once upon a time, I, Yu Xiaogang, was a figure who was treated with great respect in the Spirit Hall. Now, I am stopped by a mere city gate guard.
It must be the Spirit Hall deliberately suppressing me!!

His breathing quickened as he imagined things, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

It was as if the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall were secretly manipulating things to erase his existence and strip him of his reputation.

The soldier noticed his shifting expression and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

"No way, is this guy out of his mind?! It's just a normal check, why is he getting so worked up?! Could he be a Fallen Soul Master?"

His eyes lit up, realizing it was possible, and he subtly made some hand gestures to send the signal.

Yu Xiaogang was completely unaware of what was happening; he was still filled with resentment.

He could almost see himself revealing the method of cultivating twin martial souls to the public, causing a sensation in the soul master world, with countless people kneeling at his feet seeking instruction.

At that time, the authority of the Spirit Hall will be completely shaken, and those who once mocked him will pay the price!

"Humph!"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and finally reluctantly took out the certificate and threw it over.

He completely forgot who had been paying his Soul Master subsidy on time every month all these years.

It's like picking up your bowl to eat, then putting down your chopsticks to curse your mother—that's exactly what happens.

"Clap!"

The certificate fluttered to the ground, unnoticed.

The soldier's halberd gleamed coldly, pointed directly at Yu Xiaogang's throat: "Don't move! Surrender obediently, or I'll make my move!"

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on the sudden conflict.

"What happened?!"

"They actually dare to cause trouble in Wuhun City. This is going to be interesting."

The whispers reached Yu Xiaogang's ears like venomous snakes, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his face filled with astonishment.

"Step aside!"

A loud shout rang out, and the crowd parted automatically.

A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist strode in with his patrol team, his armor clanging loudly.

"Captain!" The soldier exclaimed as if seeing a savior, "This person is suspicious. I suspect he is a Fallen Soul Master!"

Upon hearing the words "Fallen Soul Master," the patrol team soldiers acted swiftly, immediately surrounding Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang came to his senses and realized that his behavior had made people mistakenly believe that he was a fallen soul master.

"You...you've got it wrong! I'm not a fallen soul master! I'm not a fallen soul master!"

He hurriedly explained, but the soldiers surrounding him were completely unfamiliar with the name Yu Xiaogang and did not lower their guard at all.

Just as Yu Xiaogang was panicking, the captain narrowed his eyes and suddenly grinned.

"Who do we have here with such an air of importance! Isn't this our 'renowned' Master Yu Xiaogang?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up: "You know me? That's great! Quickly prove that I'm not a fallen soul master!"

“Of course I know him!” The captain slowly took off his helmet, revealing a hideous scar on his forehead.

Looking at that familiar face, Yu Xiaogang couldn't remember it for a moment.

The captain said calmly, "You really have a bad memory! We used to fight side by side in Spirit City, how could you forget me!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the scar on his forehead and said jokingly, "What, have you forgotten? This scar is thanks to you, Yu Xiaogang!"

Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was stunned: "You are, Wang Gang?! That's great, take me into Wuhun City, I have something to see the Pope."

He ignored the soldiers and strode toward Wuhun City.

Wang Gang's eyes turned fierce, and he couldn't help but feel angry at Yu Xiaogang's self-righteous behavior.

Haha, Yu Xiaogang, you still think you're someone important as always!
If it weren't for your status and relationship with the Holy Maiden back then, would a mere Great Soul Master like you have been able to order me around?!

Things are different now. You're still a useless person, a piece of trash that everyone hates. You still think you can boss me around?!

Thinking of this, he stood in front of Yu Xiaogang.

"boom!"

Yu Xiaogang was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the stone steps of the city gate.

The excruciating pain caused him to curl up like a shrimp, with a muffled groan of agony escaping his throat.

"Wang Gang! Are you crazy?!"

He struggled to sit up, clutching his cramping abdomen and roaring furiously.
Before he could fully stand up, a foot had already stepped on his chest, shoving him back into the ground.

Wang Gang's looming shadow loomed over Yu Xiaogang's distorted face, and the armor made a cold, scraping sound as he leaned down.

"Wake up, Master Yu." His deliberately drawn-out tone was laced with venom. "Twenty years and you're still stuck in the same place. A mere level twenty-nine Great Soul Master, you dare to dream of meeting His Holiness the Pope?!"

Yu Xiaogang was furious and reached into his pocket to take something out.

Just when I was wondering what reason I had to take action, Yu Xiaogang provided me with one himself.

"Watch out, he's about to attack!"

After saying that, he kicked Yu Xiaogang in the face, sending him flying out of the city gate.

Soul Master's kick knocked Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing, unconscious. He didn't even have time to take out the Papal Decree from his pocket.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was lying there like a dead dog, Wang Gang's smile was harder to suppress than an AK.

He immediately gave instructions to the patrol team.

"Men, throw him aside and stop him from blocking the way. If you see him again, beat him out of Martial Soul City with sticks. We must not let this scoundrel enter. Otherwise, more scoundrels will become someone else's victims."

"Yes, Captain!"

The farce wasn't very big, and the onlookers quickly dispersed.

However, a blond man witnessed all of this from the air.

Ju Douluo, Yueguan.

"What is that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang doing at the Spirit Hall? A level 29 Great Soul Master, he dares to try and see His Holiness the Pope?!"

Yue Guan instinctively disliked Yu Xiaogang.

After all, as an outsider, he knew Yu Xiaogang's character well.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with people insulting Yu Xiaogang.

He calls himself a master, but he is nothing more than a dwarf standing on the shoulders of giants.

Which of those theories that are revered as gospel isn't just parroting others' ideas?!

Others might not know, but surely the elders of the Spirit Hall know?!
If he truly possessed extraordinary talent, his story of being compared to Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall and a woman of exceptional talent in the era, might have become a legendary tale.

But unfortunately, he was a complete waste, a complete waste who could never break through level 30 in his entire life!
Level 29!

This dazzling level of soul power is so high that even an instructor at an intermediate-level soul master academy wouldn't be qualified.

It was only through a cobbled-together theory that the young Bibi Dong, just beginning to experience love, fell in love.

Otherwise, given that he was expelled from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and was still a useless person with low talent, he would have been a problem.

How could Bibi Dong possibly be interested in him?!

Looking at Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground like a dead dog, Yue Guan lowered her eyes, a dark and ambiguous light flashing in her pupils.

"I don't understand why Her Holiness the Pope is so attached to this good-for-nothing, but it's still Her Holiness's obsession. I should report to her."

(End of this chapter)