Douluo: Two brothers in douluo

"I don't know… Two and a half years ago, I was ambushed…"

Yu Xiaogang recounted the events from two and a half years ago, still confused about who could have done such a thing.

One thing was clear, though—Flender's bewildered expression earlier proved he wasn't involved.

Flender had intended to cripple Yu Xiaogang's spirit power, only to discover it had already been done. The awkwardness of the situation was palpable.

After listening to the story, Flender's eye twitched. He fought to suppress the laughter bubbling inside him.

Whoever had ambushed Yu Xiaogang… they were truly a kindred spirit!

Two and a half years ago, someone had taken action. Flender couldn't help but admire their decisiveness.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, his brow furrowing. Initially, he had planned to inflict pain on him, but now it seemed the job was already done.

What now? Letting him go was obviously out of the question.

Then it struck him—what did Yu Xiaogang value most? His knowledge!

Yu Xiaogang lived to prove himself, clinging desperately to his so-called intellect.

A wicked smile spread across Flender's face. His gaze fell on the jade belt around Yu Xiaogang's waist, a storage soul tool called "Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges." It was something they had obtained together in a life-or-death mission years ago and had ultimately given to Yu Xiaogang.

Without hesitation, Flender removed it from Yu Xiaogang, who looked on in confusion as Flender rummaged through the contents.

This storage soul tool had compartments made of jade, each with a cubic meter of space—perfect for storing Yu Xiaogang's prized books and notes.

"Flender, what are you doing?"

Yu Xiaogang prided himself on being a man of integrity, confident there was nothing shameful in his belongings. Aside from clothes and some gold soul coins, the belt held his painstakingly transcribed books and meticulously organized notes.

"You'll see soon enough."

Flender's smile was both charming and sinister.

Right in front of Yu Xiaogang, he began taking out books and notes, piling them neatly on the floor. Once the storage belt was empty, he tossed it aside carelessly, as if it were worthless.

A sense of foreboding washed over Yu Xiaogang.

His worst fears came true when Flender pulled out a firestarter.

"Yu Xiaogang, these books and notes represent your life's work, don't they?"

Flender sneered. Killing someone is easy. Destroying what they hold dear? That's true punishment.

"No! Flender, no! Hit me, curse me, I don't care! Just don't touch my books and notes—they're my life's work, painstakingly compiled over the years!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice cracked with desperation. All arrogance was gone, replaced by terror.

Flender's resolve hardened. Yu Xiaogang's reaction only confirmed that this was the best way to hurt him.

Books and notes… painstakingly transcribed, huh?

Flender scoffed inwardly. Back when he first met Yu Xiaogang, it was this supposed "knowledge" that had brought them together.

Never in his wildest dreams did Flender imagine their partnership with Liu Erlong would lead to the Golden Iron Triangle's Martial Soul Fusion.

And never did he expect Yu Xiaogang to betray them for control.

"Let me guess. Some of these notes are from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and others from Spirit Hall?"

"No wonder you got close to Bibi Dong when she was still the Holy Maiden…"

Flender's suspicions crystallized. Yu Xiaogang had stolen knowledge from the clan and Spirit Hall, claiming it as his own. It explained why major factions saw him as a clown. His so-called theories were often disjointed or plagiarized common knowledge, further mangled by his own edits.

"Exactly, that's why I—"

Yu Xiaogang began to justify himself but froze when Flender picked up a copy of The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls.

His face went pale. This was his magnum opus, the culmination of his life's work.

With a swift motion, Flender tore out a page, lit it with the firestarter, and watched as the flames consumed it.

"No! My life's work! Flender, you can't burn it!"

Yu Xiaogang's screams were heart-wrenching.

Flender, however, remained calm, meticulously tearing and burning each page one at a time. He had plenty of time.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the bustling Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, where champions were being made and reputations solidified, none of this concerned Li Si.

Back at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, disciples—both inner and outer sect—looked at Li Si with a mixture of awe and reverence.

He had defeated the Level 89 Spirit Douluo, Yu Luomian, with a single blow—all while being a mere Spirit Saint.

"When Li Si becomes a Titled Douluo, the clan will rise to unimaginable heights!"

"Li Si, are you sure you're not related to this clan?"

Under the moonlit night, Gu Yuena's curiosity got the better of her.

The disciples had faint traces of Golden Holy Dragon bloodline, and their enthusiasm for Li Si was overwhelming.

Li Si sighed and shook his head. "I really have no connection to them."

Gu Yuena nodded thoughtfully. She knew Li Si's background well—a child of the Blue Silver Emperor and a human, with a hammer as his Martial Soul.

It made sense that he wasn't related to the clan, yet their zeal puzzled her.

"What's next? That old human doesn't seem to believe you."

She chuckled softly.

"It doesn't matter. This is all just a game to me."

Li Si shrugged nonchalantly, then turned to Gu Yuena with a glint in his eye.

"By the way, it's getting late…"

Gu Yuena blinked, puzzled by the sudden change in tone.

"What about it? Sunset and moonrise are natural phenomena. What's the big deal?"

Li Si nearly choked. Is she really this innocent, or is she just messing with me?

"Nana, feel my clothes—don't you think they're perfect husband material?"

His tone was earnest, but the sly grin betrayed his intentions.

Gu Yuena blushed furiously, finally understanding his meaning.

"I…"

She hesitated, biting her lip, her usual composure faltering.

Fine. Let him have this.

As she nodded shyly, Li Si's eyes sparkled with excitement. Finally, he had succeeded.

(End of Chapter)