C116 If He Is I'll Twist My Head and Give It to Him as a Gift

As Yang Ming watched the six individuals tighten their circle around him, his expression grew increasingly impatient.

Despite being classmates, Yang Ming's patience was wearing thin with their relentless pestering.

"Heh, Gekka Ming, if you had even a shred of camaraderie, you wouldn't be causing such a scene and insulting us," one taunted.

Oka Seita let out a cold laugh upon hearing this.

"Gekka Ming, I've been itching for a chance to spar with you, to see who's truly the strongest. Though this isn't the right time, if you keep this up, don't blame us for ganging up on you."

Katsura Atsuhiro's gaze fixed on Yang Ming. Since his defeat, he had been harboring a grudge. After two months of intense training and progress, he was no longer willing to hold back his burgeoning strength at the sight of Yang Ming.

"Outnumbering me, Katsura Atsuhiro? You're giving yourselves too much credit. Even if there were twice as many of you, it wouldn't be enough!"

Yang Ming's words were met with a scoff of disdain, and his impatience was palpable.

"Conceited!"

"Insolent!"

"Let's just see how far you've come in these past two months!"

"Gekka Ming!"

Yang Ming's provocation was the final straw, igniting the suppressed rage within the six. They could no longer contain themselves, their faces clouding over as Chakra flowed through them, ready to strike.

They were done talking; it was time to take down Yang Ming.

Just then, the booming sound of a ceremonial cannon cut through the air, rocketing skyward and bursting into a dazzling display.

The fireworks, though fleeting, were spectacular, lighting up the sky with their brilliance.

One after another, the cannons fired, marking the start of the Elite Ninja promotion ceremony in honor of Yuejun.

Takenaka Jun, the advisor, presided over the event from the elevated platform.

The Hokage, magnates, and other dignitaries stood by, ready to perform the crowning.

"The ceremony has started!"

At the sight and sound of the festivities, Katsura Atsuhiro and the others were visibly moved, a surge of excitement welling up within them.

Ignoring Yang Ming, the crowd surged forward, eager to catch a glimpse of Lord Yuejun's grace!

Yet, before they acted, they each issued a warning to Yang Ming.

The surrounding onlookers grew excited as well, their attention captivated by the ceaseless firecrackers and the vibrant scene at the venue.

"Gekka Ming, you better watch yourself!"

Katsura Atsuhiro cast a meaningful glance at Yang Ming before joining the throng, no longer concerned with him.

Oka Seita and her companions let out a derisive laugh and departed. They were intent on witnessing Lord Yuejun's grace, indifferent to Yang Ming's fate.

"Mr. Gekka, why must you do this?"

Finally, Jin Mengzi sighed softly, her gaze on Yang Ming filled with complexity.

She wanted to trust him, but reason overcame impulse, and she sighed in resignation.

"Hehe!"

Yang Ming just chuckled and paid her no mind, continuing to move with the flow of people.

Jin Mengzi, though skeptical, quickly followed after Yang Ming.

Then, as Takenaka Jun declared the commencement of the ceremony, the excitement among the attendees peaked.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the center of the venue, anticipating Yuejun's arrival and the chance to behold his unmatched elegance.

"This Gekka Ming is getting out of hand, daring to compare himself to Yuejun. If he's Yuejun, I'll twist off my head and use it as a soccer ball!"

Having secured a prime viewing spot, Katsura Atsuhiro and the others listened as Oka Seita huffed in disdain, clearly unimpressed by Yang Ming's earlier bravado.

"Why bother engaging with someone like him? He's not worth our attention."

Fujishima Zyun shook her head, evidently having dismissed Yang Ming from her thoughts long ago.