Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

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"They are all a bunch of inscrutable creatures; our school spirit embodies true temperament. Whatever we want to say, we say; whatever we want to do, we do."

Long Xiaoyun chuckled beside him.

With a kind face, he turned to Luo Yu and said:

"You must be Elder Luo's grandson, a truly talented individual indeed, deserving of the Great Xia Godson's elegance."

"Senior flatters me!" Luo Yu, clasping his hands in greeting, responded humbly, as befitting someone from a great family who naturally knows etiquette.

Long Xiaoyun shook his head continuously as he watched Luo Yu respond.

"What senior!

"The old man takes a liking to you at first sight, why don't we form a friendship that transcends age?

"From now on, you call me Brother Long, and I'll call you brother!"

"This—"

Luo Yu was completely stupefied. Long Xiaoyun looked robust, but it was clear he was of an old age, belonging to the same generation as his grandfather. He probably wasn't much younger.

"How could that be appropriate?"

Long Xiaoyun continued to laugh:

"What's not appropriate about it? As the Great Xia Godson, you're on an equal level with all the high-level officials of Great Xia. It might even be considered that I'm reaching above my station to make your acquaintance."

"If we're talking about worldly concepts, what do they matter? Old man here sees potential in you and wants to establish a brotherhood today. Unless you think you're too good for Brother Long here, in which case I have nothing more to say."

Long Xiaoyun's words were heartfelt and frank; they left Luo Yu embarrassingly speechless with their generosity.

"Damn! You old fuddy-duddy, do you have no shame? Practically as old as his grandfather and you're talking about transcending age friendships? Pah!!" Sun Changqing from Northeast Martial University immediately went into rant mode.

Shi Kai from Chuan Province Martial University also showed his disdain, snorting coldly:

"If you're taken with his talent, just say you admire his talent. Don't bother with these useless ploys. Trying to play the friendship card? That's really cunning."

Zhang Cong, standing with the other two rivals, chimed in on the united front.

Narrowing his eyes, he said:

"Dragon Simpleton, you might look naive, but this move is shrewd. To recruit the Divine Child, you're even willing to throw away the pride of a First-Grade Expert and the prestige of a Martial University President."

Long Xiaoyun snorted at their disdain.

If he could recruit Luo Yu, what was pride? How much was that worth?

The one thing he needed the least in his life was pride.

He didn't need it during his humble beginnings, and he needed it even less now.

He had made his plans before coming here; with Luo Yu's talent, the other Martial University Presidents would rush over like sharks that had smelled blood, leading to an inevitable battle for recruitment.

In fact, their Martial University's resources were much better than others, but the gap between them wasn't that great; throughout the years, there had been wins and losses in the national competitions.

To make a decisive impression, one had to play the card of true feelings, a heartfelt gesture!

Hence, the scene that had just unfolded.

"Are you calling me shameless?"

Long Xiaoyun retorted:

"I just want to ask, with Godchild Luo Yu's peerless talent, as the future and the hope of Great Xia, could making his acquaintance be considered shameless?

"Or do you think too highly of yourselves, seeing the Divine Child in his prime and thinking you have him all figured out?"

The other three Martial University Presidents flickered in their gaze, their insides twitching.

Cunning old dog!

Such cunning words.

How were they supposed to answer that?

If their response was poor, it would indirectly mean they looked down on Luo Yu, causing resentment in his heart; they could then forget about recruiting him and might as well head home.

Such an outcome was absolutely unacceptable to them.

They had been working hard to manage their Martial Universities, hoping to see their institutions mentioned throughout Great Xia, standing at the pinnacle of the world.

Before they could see no hope, as nobody was an easy target, but now there was hope.

Mo Wu's Zhang Cong responded quickly:

"Dragon Simpleton, my beef is with you, not with the Godchild."

Northeast's Sun Changqing boldly said: "It's you, Dragon Simpleton, that's lacking. It should be me, Old Sun, who forms a friendship that transcends age with the Godchild, not you."

"Right."

Shi Kai, seeing the other two steal all the flattering lines, could only follow up with a sentence.

Inside, he cursed them: a bunch of old sly foxes, taking advantage of his sincerity.

On one hand, you had four Martial University Presidents, First-Grade Experts, famous and powerful figures across the lands, embroiled in a fierce argument over recruiting Luo Yu, leaving the tens of thousands of onlookers completely dumbstruck.

Li Ping and other Martial University admissions officers were flabbergasted.

On a regular day, not to mention seeing their President, even catching a glimpse of a Dean meant they wouldn't dare breathe too loud; in their minds, a First-Grade Expert was a sanctified existence, not to be desecrated.

Yet here they were, like hooligans and rogues fighting over someone?

The towering, dignified, and aloof image they held of their President came crashing down.

They had an epiphany.

Oh!

It wasn't that these big shots were always aloof; it was just that they weren't worthy of seeing the passionate side of these figures.

That hit home.

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Li Ping and the other responsible parties looked at each other and, in unison, clutched their chests.

Even they were so shocked, let alone the surrounding populace, each one dumbfounded by the scene.

To ordinary people, individuals like Li Ping represented the pinnacle of impressiveness, requiring careful and reverent interaction, where being able to speak a single sentence to them was an extremely honorable matter.

School Presidents of Martial Universities were like dragons that show their heads but not their tails—elusive peak existences.

Yet even these peak existences were not concerned about losing face anymore, beginning to frantically vie for him.

And the source of it all was the youth standing there with a light and breezy demeanor, incredibly handsome as if a Banished Immortal, the Da Xia Godson—Luo Yu!

Tens of thousands of spectators were amazed to discover.

Even amid the attention and cheers of thousands and the courting of various apex figures, there wasn't a flicker of disturbance in the young man's eyes, unflustered by honor or disgrace.

Such steadiness of mind and such aloof temperament made people sigh in admiration, repeatedly exclaiming that Divine Child truly had an unparalleled talent and an extraordinary temperament.

Especially young girls and mature women, they simply couldn't resist such a Luo Yu with unparalleled talents, peerless temperament, and a charm so handsome it defied the heavens, finding no reason not to like him.

They all held their breath, daring not to speak, eyes firmly fixed on the end of the square, ears pricked up to hear the final decision, curious about which Martial University Luo Yu would ultimately choose.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Suddenly, streaks of light appeared in the sky, and another dozen or so figures with powerful auras descended, urgently heading towards Luo Yu's location.

The crowd exploded once again because they recognize the identities of the newcomers.

"Whoa, dang!"

"No way, aren't these all the Heads of the famous Martial Universities?"

"What is this, a hornets' nest of Heads? They've all come down to personally recruit him?"

"Come down? Don't make me laugh. With the Godchild's talent, even if he stood on a table and pissed in front of the Heads, they'd probably clap and say he's doing it well, with grace."

"What's real clout? This is real clout, so ruthless."

"Epic moment for the family, am I right? Who else in the world has ever awakened to such glory."

The Black-robed Governor Li Qingfeng's face twitched.

Good grief.

Why have all these big shots turned up?

Himself a Third-Rank Expert, now he didn't even have the chance to go up there and "lick boots."

Half a day later, all the big-shot Heads capable of causing a stir with a mere stomp gathered together, gawking at Elder Luo and his grandson.

Elder Luo had no choice but to pat his grandson on the shoulder.

"Xiao Yu, you've also reached the age, you can't always remain hidden at home. Since the Heads are so earnest, pick one."

"Don't be shy, go ahead and choose, Grandpa believes the Heads who don't get picked won't blame you."

As Elder Luo spoke, his gaze swept across the assembled Heads, confirming:

"Am I right?"

Long Xiaoyun, Zhang Cong, Sun Changqing, Shi Kai, and the others quickly nodded with smiles.

"Certainly!"

"Of course!"

"We absolutely hold no grudges if we're not chosen."

Faced with the gaze of the crowd, and amid the tens of thousands of spectators holding their breath with eager anticipation, Luo Yu sighed:

"Only kids make choices."

Everyone's eyes widened, and Elder Luo, shocked, said:

"So you lad want to pick them all?"

Luo Yu shook his head.

"No, I choose none of them."

"Sorry to all the seniors here, I'm flattered by your esteem, but I have my own considerations."

"If you'll excuse me."

Luo Yu's refusal was very straightforward, without an ounce of hesitation, and after speaking, he directly walked towards the edge of the venue.

His luxurious off-road vehicle like a wild beast was parked there.

Even as the major figures politely tried to recruit him, his refusal was without any sign of awkwardness.

An interaction based on mutual consent, why should there be any embarrassment?

Taking the first step towards true maturity is learning to say no.

Watching that lonely figure walking out of the venue.

An unexpected outcome.

No one had anticipated Luo Yu would make such a choice.

The group of big shots fell silent.

The tens of thousands of spectators watching were too shocked to utter a word, their surprise inexpressible in words.

Such confidence?

Such self-assurance?

To brush off so many big shots without giving face?

This...