Chapter 215: Yu Xiaogang Coughs Blood in Anger, Liu Erlong: The Person I Like is Luo Yu!_1

Brock's voice echoed with shock through the playground, piercingly shrill.

Erlong's beautiful eyes were resolute as she seriously repeated, "The person I like is Luo Yu."

"How is that possible?"

"How could you get involved with that guy?"

"Impossible."

"Absolutely impossible."

Brock shook his head back and forth, appearing almost mad, muttering nonstop.

Before, when Luo Yu claimed Erlong was his woman, Brock simply didn't believe it.

He even scoffed at the idea, his words laced with sarcasm.

However, now that he suddenly heard Erlong admit it herself, Brock felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in his head, bursting open, his heart sour and unable to accept this reality.

"You know him?"

"You know who he is?"

Seeing Brock's reaction, Erlong's beautiful eyes sparkled, her emotions surging.

She quickly walked up to Brock, her questions urgent.

"Do you know where Luo Yu is?"

"Tell me, I have to find him!!"

Brock, already in a complex and extreme state of distress, saw that the first time Erlong approached him closely, it was to ask about Luo Yu's whereabouts.

His chest tightened, and he felt a sweetness in his throat, nearly spitting blood.

Erlong's expression was no longer cold as before, but anxious and agitated.

"Brock, you know him, don't you?"

"Hurry up and tell me where he is."

"If you can help me find him, we might not be lovers, but I still can acknowledge you as a friend."

"How can you be concerned about that guy?" Brock's fingers trembled, his head throbbing.

"Tch!"

With continuous agitations, his old injuries flared up, and he could no longer contain himself, spewing blood from his mouth.

Erlong frowned and sidestepped to avoid it.

"Brock, as long as you tell me where he is, I will remember this favor," she stated.

Brock wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, his eyes bloodshot, "Who wants your favor? I want you!"

Erlong shouted, "Calm down!"

Brock raved, "What's so good about that kid, what does he have that makes him worthy of your affection?"

"You could like anyone else, why does it have to be him?!"

"Boom!"

It was as if she touched an inner taboo, Erlong's beautiful eyes glinted vertically, her presence erupting, fully displaying her Soul Sage cultivation.

The madness in Brock's eyes quickly faded, replaced by panic and trepidation.

Beneath Erlong, seven soul rings swirled, her graceful body exuding ferocity.

"Brock, I warn you, don't you dare slander him!"

"Not a single word."

Brock opened his mouth to retort, but seeing the fierce aura on Erlong, he immediately swallowed his words.

Erlong scoffed, "You ask me what's good about him?"

"Then I'll ask you."

"In what way is he not better than you?"

"He's more handsome than you, stronger than you, more modest than you, and more knowledgeable than you."

"Tell me, what right do you have to compare with him?"

Erlong's every word was as precise as a string of sharply honed knives, stabbing straight into Brock's heart.

Brock turned pale, feeling the world spin around him.

The faces of the surrounding students seemed to mock him.

He never expected this.

Erlong actually had someone she liked.

And that person was Luo Yu!

This was a reality he could not accept.

Brock said, "Erlong, you betrayed me and chose another man!!"

"Shut up."

Erlong's sister-like beautiful face revealed an expression cold as the deep-sea ice.

"Where were you when I encountered danger over the past decade, where were you when I spent my days crying?"

"Brock, let me tell you, from the day you ran away, you and I have had nothing to do with each other."

"I have the freedom to like someone else, don't blame me for not being polite if you keep spouting nonsense."

"Hahaha."

Brock let out a loud laugh, crazed in his hysteria.

"Good, very good."

His eyes glared at Erlong, "I'm telling you, Luo Yu that kid will be finished sooner or later. Choosing him over me, Brock, you will definitely regret it."

"I, Brock, have already found a way to rise."

"My disciple even has the foundation to dominate the world."

"Just wait, time will prove everything, hehe."

Erlong seemed to sense something from Brock's roar.

"If I'm not wrong."

"You're so angry with him, it couldn't be that you've suffered a loss at his hands, could it?"

Brock, like a mouse whose tail has been stepped on by a cat, under the watchful eyes of the students all around and Erlong's doubtful gaze, defended himself vehemently.

"You must be joking, he's just a greenhorn, how could I possibly suffer a loss at his hands."

"I am a recognized master, if anyone is to suffer a loss, it would be him against me."

"Tsk tsk."

Bi Bidong chuckled stealthily to the side, looking at the relaxed man beside her who was leisurely watching the scene unfold.

"Brother Yu, did you really suffer a loss at this guy's hands?"

Luo Yu replied annoyedly, "What do you think?"

Bi Bidong giggled, "I suspect that even if you stood still and let him attack, he couldn't break your defense."

Luo Yu shook his head, "That won't do, his Martial Soul could release a fart that might knock me out."

"Eww."

As if she already had the image in mind, Bi Bidong grimaced and waved her beautiful hand in front of her nose.

In the arena, there was a loud boom.

Erlong's aura burst forth, bending Brock's waist with its pressure.

"Who did you just call a greenhorn?"

Brock gnashed his teeth, "What kind of love potion has that guy fed you to make you protect him like this?"

Erlong sneered, "If I don't protect him, should I protect someone as faithless and heartless as you?"

"Erlong, listen to my advice, don't be fooled by that kid's sweet words."

"That kid will eventually fall at the hands of me and my disciple…"

"Bang!"

Brock's chest received a kick, sending him flying out.

He stumbled backward several steps, scraping the ground, and landed on his backside.

The surrounding students covered their mouths with their hands to stifle their laughs, enjoying the spectacle.

Brock's eyes lost focus, "You... you hit me for an outsider?"

"You're wrong," Erlong shook her head, "He is my beloved, while you are the outsider. If you want to touch him, you must get past me first."

"You're going to regret this, you definitely will," Brock, clenching his fists tightly, blood seeping from his gums.

Erlong demanded, "Please tell me, where exactly is he?"

All of Brock's angry expressions faded, settling into a calm, his gaze ominous.

"You don't know where he is?"

"Are you stupid? If I, the dean, knew, would I even be asking you?" Huang Yuan said dissatisfied.

He knew only too well how much pain Erlong had gone through over the years, which is why the more he saw Brock, the more loathsome he found him.

Erlong stopped him, "Huang Yuan, hold your tongue for now."

"Alright."

Brock sneered, "I know where he is. I can tell you, but you have to agree to my three demands."

"What three demands!"

Erlong's expression brightened, she had longed for Luo Yu for too long, but had never had the chance to find him. Now that she saw an opportunity, how could she possibly let it go?

Brock stood up, dusting off the dirt on his backside, assuming a posture of authority, acting as if he had Erlong under his thumb.