Douluo Continent: Kunxu Descends, Second-Player Players Are Stunned

Chapter 91 Astounding Wisdom! A Few Buckets of Golden Juice Lead to Direct Ascension

"Father, I want to be a coach!"

Inside the council hall of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect, Yu Xiaogang stood in front of Yu Yuanzhen, his short hair shiny and his back ramrod straight.

Yu Yuanzhen was drinking tea when he heard this, and his hand trembled, spilling tea onto his sleeve.

He looked up at his son with the look of someone who was looking at a fool.

"What did you say?"

"I want to be a coach," Yu Xiaogang repeated firmly, "a coach for the middle school division of the Soul Master Competition, and for Thunder Academy."

Yu Yuanzhen put down his teacup, took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm.

"Little Gang, do you know what qualifications a coach needs?"

"I know." Yu Xiaogang nodded, counting on her fingers, "First, be familiar with the competition rules; second, understand the characteristics of the contestants; third, be able to develop targeted tactics; fourth, be able to command on the spot. I can do all of these."

Yu Yuanzhen's lips twitched.

How old are you this year?

"Eleven years old."

"An eleven-year-old coach?" Yu Yuanzhen's voice rose eight octaves. "You're expecting students from Thunder Academy to be commanded by an eleven-year-old?"

Yu Xiaogang remained unfazed: "Age doesn't represent ability. Although I'm only eleven years old, my research on Soul Master theory is unmatched by anyone in the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan."

"Bullshit!" Yu Yuanzhen slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "You're just a piece of trash with only level one innate soul power. If it weren't for the little inheritance your mother left you, you'd still be stuck in the teens! What right do you have to spout such nonsense?"

Yu Xiaogang's face paled, but she still stubbornly stood in place.

"Father, I know you look down on me. But I have a suggestion—let me try. If my team's performance is worse than other coaches, I will never mention it again. If my team's performance is worse than theirs, then you can let me continue."

Yu Yuanzhen was stunned. He stared at Yu Xiaogang for a long time, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He really couldn't understand this son.

With innate soul power at level one, one would normally be incredibly lucky to reach the Soul Sect in this lifetime. But this kid managed to reach level twenty at the age of eleven by relying on various pills and cultivation techniques.

Although this is nothing in the current world of Soul Masters—those with high innate Soul Power are already approaching level 30 or 40 by the age of 18—considering Xiao Gang's starting point, this is indeed a miracle.

Moreover, he is indeed quite skilled in the study of Soul Master theory.

Bibi Dong is a readily available resource.

Yu Yuanzhen slowly sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"How do you intend to prove it?"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up: "Give me a team and let me train for three days. After three days, we'll play a friendly match against another coach's team. If I win, I'll become the official coach."

"What if you lose?"

"If I lose, I'll obediently become your student and never mention it again."

Yu Yuanzhen nodded without hesitation: "Okay. Then it's your decision."

What can you train in three days?

That kid is so naive!

three days later.

Martial arts training ground.

Yu Xiaogang stood on the sidelines with his team, facing the team personally led by the Second Elder, Yu Luomian.

It was called a team, but in reality, it was just seven young disciples randomly selected from the clan. They were all around fifteen or sixteen years old, with the highest cultivation level being Soul Venerable level 37 and the lowest being Great Soul Master level 29.

Yu Xiaogang's team was similar, and their cultivation levels were even slightly inferior. After all, the truly talented disciples had all been assigned to other teams by Yu Yuanzhen, leaving him with only the less talented ones.

"Little Gang," Yu Luomian walked over, patting his shoulder with a smile, "I heard you want to be a coach? That's ambitious. But being a coach isn't easy. Why don't you go back and study for a few more years?"

Several elders nearby also laughed.

"Exactly, Little Gang, your martial spirit is a pig, not a brain. What kind of coach are you?"

"A pig-like martial spirit should stay obediently in its pigsty. What's it doing running out here?"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, her fists clenched tightly, and she was panting heavily.

But he held back.

In his past life, he was used to sarcastic remarks.

These idle rumors have very little effect.

"Second Elder," Yu Xiaogang raised her head, trying to keep her voice steady, "What's wrong with a child? Children have their own wisdom."

"Children's wisdom?" Yu Luomian laughed heartily. "Then tell me, what wisdom do children have? Throwing tantrums, rolling on the ground, acting like rascals?"

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and was about to speak when she was interrupted by a voice behind her.

"Coach, why are you telling him all this? We can't beat him anyway."

The speaker was a disciple named Yu Xiaolei, fifteen years old, with a Soul Venerable level of thirty-one, and the highest cultivation level in Yu Xiaogang's team.

He looked dejectedly at the opposing team and muttered, "They have two Soul Masters on the other side. How are we supposed to fight them? Isn't this just suicide?"

Yu Xiaogang turned around and looked at him.

"You think we're bound to lose?"

"What else can we do?" Yu Xiaolei rolled his eyes. "With such a huge difference in cultivation level, what's the use of having the best tactics?"

Yu Xiaogang laughed.

But that smile sent a chill down Yu Xiaolei's spine for no apparent reason.

"Xiao Lei, I have a question for you."

"What's the problem?"

"What is the most important thing in war?"

Yu Xiaolei thought for a moment: "Cultivation level? Equipment? Number of people?"

"Neither," Yu Xiaogang shook her head.

"The most important thing is—to win!"

He turned around, looked at the team opposite him, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

"As long as we win, we'll use any means necessary. Don't you agree?"

Yu Xiaolei was stunned for a moment, and wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Yu Xiaogang waving his hand.

"I have a brilliant plan!"

Do you really think he didn't make any preparations in these three days?

Game start.

Both teams enter the field.

Yu Luomian stood on the sidelines, legs crossed, with an expression of watching a good show.

Yu Xiaogang stood behind her teammates, expressionless.

At the referee's whistle—

Then, everyone was stunned.

Yu Xiaolei pulled a storage soul tool from his pocket and dumped it on the ground.

Splash!

A bucket of sewage appeared out of nowhere.

The entire room fell silent.

The jade crown's teacup almost fell to the ground.

The opposing team members looked completely bewildered.

The referee opened his mouth wide, then quickly covered his mouth and nose, unsure of what to say.

Then, Yu Xiaolei picked up a bucket of sewage and splashed it towards the opposite team with a loud splash—

The excrement turned into a yellow rain, pouring down on them.

As soon as he finished pouring one bucket, Yu Xiaolei took out a second bucket from his soul tool and poured it over!

The five opposing team members, including the Soul Master, were all drenched in a cold sweat.

A foul stench instantly filled the entire room.

"Ugh!"

"Holy shit—!"

Screams, vomiting, and curses rose and fell.

Of the seven team members, some covered their faces and ran wildly, some lay on the ground retching, and one with obsessive-compulsive disorder simply collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

The competition was over before it even started.

Yu Luomian stood up abruptly, her face ashen.

"Yu Xiaogang! You cheated!"

Yu Xiaogang slowly walked forward, looking at the disheveled group opposite her, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Second Elder, may I ask which rule in the competition prohibits the use of excrement?"

The jade crown choked.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found that there really wasn't such a rule.

"You—you're shameless!"

Yu Xiaogang turned her head and looked at him, her eyes as clear as a spring.

"All warfare is based on deception."

He paused, then his smile widened.

Yu Luomian trembled with rage, pointing at Yu Xiaogang's nose and yelling, "You...you just wait! I'm going to find the clan chief to settle this!"

Yu Xiaogang shrugged, looking indifferent: "Go ahead. It'll be a good opportunity for Father to see how his son uses childlike wisdom to win this match."

After saying that, he turned around and waved to his teammates.

"That's a wrap. My treat tonight."

The team members looked at each other in surprise, and then burst into cheers.

Only Yu Xiaolei, looking at his hands covered in feces, felt like crying but had no tears.

"Young Sect Master, this excrement—"

Yu Xiaogang patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Xiao Lei, you must remember that those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles."

"Mere sewage, not worth mentioning."

Yu Xiaolei:

Coach, you make it sound so easy.

I was the one who threw the excrement, and I'm the one those people resent!

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