110: Outrageous operation

The healer rushed over to cast a spell on Ao Yuan, lest this Dragon Clan exchange student die on the spot.

Tang Gao glanced at him and smiled, "Don't worry, I controlled my strength. He won't die."

For someone skilled in killing, he knew exactly how much force it would take to instantly kill a Yao Race member.

The Dragon Clan was a bit different, but the difference wasn't significant.

On the rostrum, the principal's eyelids twitched. He looked at Nezha and asked, "Is this the surprise you prepared for me?"

It was too much of a surprise. Today's headline would definitely be this.

Nezha looked surprised and said, "Why are you looking at me? Let's eat!"

The principal took a deep breath and asked, "You taught him?"

Nezha was smug, his Face beaming, "How about it? Wasn't my teaching excellent?"

The principal angrily said, "You did a great… Bah! Now is not a suitable time for such an operation."

Nezha pouted, resisting the principal's words with silence.

The principal said dissatisfiedly, "I'm fining you a month's salary."

Nezha chuckled and remained silent.

The principal then turned his head and whispered to his assistant, "Book a few tables at Red Crane Tower tonight. We'll have a good drink."

"Okay, Principal."

Nezha's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Count me in tonight!"

The principal rolled his eyes and said nothing, letting Nezha understand whether he should come tonight. He stood up and, with a serious expression, announced:

"I am very regretful that I didn't expect the Dragon Clan exchange student to be so fragile, but for the sake of examination order, I now ask the other examinees to enter the venue, and the examination will continue."

The entire audience immediately burst into laughter, mercilessly mocking the Yao Race.

The war between the Human Race and the Yao Race had only passed a few decades. Although the official propaganda on this was relatively downplayed, everyone was influenced by what they heard and saw, naturally carrying a certain contempt for the Yao Race.

"That's hilarious, he was instantly killed with one punch. Dragon Clan, are you guys even capable?"

"Is that it? Is that all the Dragon Clan Bloodline is? So weak."

"The Yao Race is truly getting worse with each generation, completely incomparable to the older generation."

In the audience, everyone's discussions were loud, and waves of mockery came one after another, showing no Face to the Yao Race.

What does the official grand strategy have to do with us? Can't everyone tell who is good to us and who is our enemy?

Let go of hatred?

Whose ancestors haven't died on the battlefield?

The residents of Qingcheng had a slightly more distant relationship with the Northern Military System than Liang City, but the martial spirit was still strong, and their relationship with the Northern Military System was not shallow. Many Qingcheng people had military experience.

In a separately isolated Yao Race viewing area, a Dragon King with a Dragon head stood up in anger, releasing terrifying Dragon Might. In an instant, the world changed color, dark clouds gathered in the sky, bolts of lightning began to roar, and a giant vortex swirled in the sky, like a giant eye staring down at Qingkai University on the ground.

Everyone was slightly panicked, staring dumbfounded as the world changed color.

"Li Nezha! How dare you!"

Li Nezha immediately revealed his Dharma Body, a three-headed, six-armed flaming Nezha stood tall above the rostrum, glaring at the Dragon King: "Ao, this is the Human Race, not your Dragon Palace!

What, your son is inferior, and you still have the Face to complain!?"

Ao Shan's Face flushed red. He suppressed his anger and slowly sat down: "Good, very good. The humiliation of today will be repaid in the future!"

Li Nezha sneered, "Repaid in the future? No need for the future! If you're not happy, let's go out and fight now. Whoever chickens out is a grandson!"

"Alright, alright, it's just a squabble between juniors, no need to get so agitated. Ao Shan, you're almost a few hundred years old Dragon, and you still get angry so easily.

It's just kids fighting. If you can't win, find someone stronger, right? What, is your younger generation of the Yao Race more promising for the future?"

"Promising for the future" means full of potential.

To translate, it means they are currently very trash.

Ao Shan laughed in anger: "Do you really think our Yao Race is a bunch of cowards who cling to life and fear death? As long as this kid is willing to accept the challenge, I'd be happy to let them choose one or two juniors to go up and fight."

The several Great Yao near Ao Shan looked at each other, their Faces relatively pale.

Damn it! Can you stop including us when you brag!

Your son was severely injured, do we also want to see our sons severely injured?

But since the leading Ao Shan had spoken, these Great Yao could only bite the bullet and cooperate, choosing a few strong juniors to prepare for the fight against Tang Gao.

The principal chuckled and subtly transmitted a message to Nezha: "Can that kid handle it? Don't tell me that move can only be used once and then he runs out of Qi."

Li Nezha recalled the soaring blood-red light he saw that day, initially thinking it was a sign of war breaking out in the North.

Now, thinking about it, that was clearly the bloody aura of Tang Gao, this harbinger of death, staining the Northern Luck with turmoil.

For such a killing god to be weakened after one move, that was clearly impossible.

"He can handle it. This is my own disciple; would I lie to you?"

The principal suppressed the idea of restricting the Yao Race and smiled, "Little Gao, are you willing to accept the challenge?"

Tang Gao chuckled, "For the friendship between the Human Race and the Yao Race, I am willing to accept the challenge. I also really enjoy having a friendly combat exchange with Yao Race students."

The principal's eyes swept over Ao Yuan, who was being carried away on a stretcher and quickly sent to the hospital. Indeed, it was friendly; he had comminuted fractures all over his body.

"Alright, then let's continue."

A white Fox Race girl wearing a veil walked onto the combat stage, holding twin swords in her hands. Her slender waist swayed as she walked, her hips twisting, exuding a natural and alluring charm.

"I am Su Yuanyuan of the Fox Race, little brother, please be gentle, okay?"

Su Yuanyuan smiled playfully, her voice tinkling like bells, making hearts flutter. It gave off the feeling that even if this girl committed a crime, one look at her Face would tell you it wasn't her fault.

Tang Gao smiled, "Referee, can we start?"

The referee consciously moved further away, realizing that this new student representative's moves were not to be trifled with. He gave Tang Gao a kind smile and said, "Begin."

Tang Gao looked at Su Yuanyuan and smiled, "I can tell that your mother's Bloodline has a certain canine component. Your Fox Race's view on love is truly open and free."

The Fox Race had produced a female Nine-tailed Demon Fox Saint, which greatly strengthened the Fox Race Bloodline. It was also from that time that a matriarchal society became dominant, with male fox demons bearing the obligations of war and protection, but being inferior in status to females.

This was not due to cultural factors, but simply because they indeed had a female Nine-tailed Demon Fox, and the female Bloodline had indeed been strengthened, making it easier for female fox demons to improve their strength than male fox demons.

Strength determined status.

Of course, this also determined one thing.

Insulting Su Yuanyuan's mother, combined with the past of the canine race, was extremely damaging.

Su Yuanyuan's breathing involuntarily quickened, her eyes turning into fox eyes. She forcefully suppressed the killing intent in her heart, her smile alluring: "Little brother's tongue is truly sharp, no wonder Ao Yuan couldn't stand it."

Tang Gao smiled, "You're so good with words, I'm sure you have a lot of tails, seven?"

Succeeded by the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, failed by the Nine-tailed Demon Fox. Although this Nine-tailed Demon Fox tried every possible way to balance the imbalance of Yin and Yang within the clan, hoping to support a male fox demon of the same Rank as a Saint to reduce internal conflicts within the clan.

If not the same Rank, a Rank Nine Fox King would also do.

However, she thought too much.

There were too many gaps in between, and it simply couldn't be resolved in a short time.

Just before there was hope of resolving it, the conflict had already escalated to its Peak, leading to extreme dissatisfaction among the male fox demons with the current development trend, and even incidents of infighting.

A seven-tailed male fox demon angrily broke away, taking a considerable number of his clan members and leaving in a rage, vowing never to return. This directly knocked the Fox Race from its high altar, severing the Fox Race's hope of rise and its Luck, becoming a huge humiliating event in the Fox Race's history.

The Nine-tailed Fox Saint pleaded bitterly, but all she received was an angry roar: "To hell with your Nine-tailed female power and male power! I'm just a fox demon, and I only want the rights of a fox demon!"

Playing with fire can not only wet the bed.

It can also extinguish the hope of the entire clan.

This was the Fox Race's eternal pain.

Su Yuanyuan was so angry that her chest heaved. She thrust her twin swords straight out and angrily shouted, "Shut your stinking mouth!"

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