In the Strength Clan's territory, just outside the battlefield, Tang San watched helplessly as his father, Tang Hao, was beaten by the nine Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall. It was clear that his father's famed skills from the Clear Sky Clan weren't enough to turn the tide. With every passing moment, it seemed that Tang Hao was closer to being overwhelmed.
Tang San was filled with worry and despair, pacing back and forth as his mind raced for a solution. "What can I do?" he asked.
Standing beside him, Yu Xiaogang nervously observed the situation as well. He glanced at his student, hesitant to speak. He wanted to say, Your father won't hold out much longer. We should escape while we can!
But knowing Tang San's loyalty, Yu Xiaogang realized that suggesting such a thing would only push his disciple to reckless action—possibly even violence against him. Thus, he remained silent, torn between fear and his desire to survive.
Suddenly, as Tang San's anxiety peaked, he glanced toward his teacher, Yu Xiaogang. A memory struck him: the last time they were being hunted by Spirit Hall, it was Yu Xiaogang who had saved his father with his pig-like spirit, Luo San Pao, using that strange flatulent attack.
Maybe it could work again!
Desperate, Tang San grabbed his teacher's robe, eyes pleading. "Master! Please help my father! He's running out of time—he can't hold on much longer!"
"You have to use that soul skill from before—the one that worked on Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo! Maybe it'll give him the chance he needs to escape! I beg you, Master!"
Yu Xiaogang's face twisted in discomfort, his expression twitching uncontrollably. If it were like the last time, he wouldn't hesitate to unleash his soul skill and help his idol, the legendary Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao. But things had changed.
After answering incorrectly in the live stream's Q&A, Yu Xiaogang lost the powers that allowed Luo San Pao to toggle between physical and ethereal forms. Now, if he wanted to use those flatulent soul skills, it would no longer be through his spirit, Luo San Pao—it had to come directly from his own body.
I've tried it before… Yu Xiaogang thought grimly, recalling the painful and humiliating experience. Not only was it agonizing, but the spectacle was embarrassing beyond belief. How could he, the revered master of spirit theory, resort to such a ridiculous attack? Especially with so many people watching?
What made it worse was the presence of Bibi Dong—his old flame. The thought of her seeing him like that made his stomach churn. How could I ever show my face again?!
But as much as he wanted to refuse, seeing the desperation in Tang San's eyes softened his resolve. If Tang Hao died, then Tang San would be next. And without Tang San, how would Yu Xiaogang ever prove his spirit theory correct? It would all be over.
Resigned, Yu Xiaogang sighed heavily, his face filled with pain and hesitation. "Alright… I'll do it. But Xiao San, step back. You don't want to be too close."
After reluctantly agreeing, Yu Xiaogang forced a bitter smile and took a step forward, preparing himself for the humiliating task. He motioned for Tang San to move away, fearing that the "collateral" from his attack might hit his disciple.
"Luo San Pao, possess me!"
With a low shout, Yu Xiaogang summoned his pig-like spirit, Luo San Pao, and initiated his spirit possession. In a flash of light, a chubby, pig-like creature appeared behind him, snorting loudly before merging into Yu Xiaogang's body.
As the possession took effect, Yu Xiaogang's body rapidly swelled with fat, his skin stretching and tearing his clothes apart. His face sagged, his nose elongated into a snout, and his ears became floppy and round. Even a pig's tail sprouted from his backside.
Standing there, Yu Xiaogang resembled a grotesque figure out of a fantasy—a pig-headed, bloated monster. His appearance was both revolting and comical.
Two yellow spirit rings floated up around him, their light circling his body.
Master's using his spirit possession? Tang San thought, his initial shock giving way to a grim realization. He looks… terrible…
But then guilt struck Tang San. No, I can't think that! He's only doing this to save my father. I shouldn't care about his appearance. Still, despite this realization, Tang San couldn't help but instinctively take a few steps further back.
Now fully transformed, Yu Xiaogang began pulling out white radishes from his storage soul tool and stuffing them into his mouth. One after another, he swallowed them whole. The more he ate, the more his belly swelled, growing to an absurd size.
With each step forward, his bloated body jiggled and wobbled as he moved closer to the battlefield, his nerves building with every second. Soon, he reached the base of the fight. Tang Hao was still fighting for his life against the nine Titled Douluo.
Sweat dripped down Yu Xiaogang's face as his stomach stretched to the point of bursting. He knew what came next.
"First soul skill: Thunderous Flatulence—Explosive Heaven-Shaking Luo San Pao!"
"Second soul skill: Gas Bomb—Slumbering Mist Luo San Pao!"
As the two yellow rings around Yu Xiaogang glowed brightly, his face turned beet red, and his stomach swelled like a balloon. His body trembled as he took a deep breath.
And then—BOOM—a thunderous sound erupted from his backside. A cloud of noxious green gas shot into the air, carrying with it droplets of green liquid and some white residue. The sickening fog rapidly spread across the battlefield, enveloping Tang Hao and the Titled Douluo in a putrid haze.
"AHHH! What is this?! It smells horrible!"
In the sky, agonized screams filled the air as the Spirit Hall Douluo were caught in the vile cloud. They recoiled in disgust, momentarily distracted from their attack.
Yu Xiaogang's face burned with humiliation, but he wasn't done yet. Gritting his teeth, he inhaled again, his belly swelling impossibly larger.
BOOM!
Another massive fart exploded from him, unleashing a second wave of the disgusting gas. It shot upward, combining with the first attack, completely drenching the battlefield in foul-smelling mist.
More screams followed, this time even louder.
"I'll kill you, you filthy bastard!" one of the Douluo roared, his voice choking through the haze. "Third soul skill, Holy Fire!"