Tang San Wants a Duel to Prove Gangzi's Worth

Liu Erlong's way of solving problems was violence.

Once violence failed, even if Liu Erlong wanted to stand up for Yu Xiaogang, there was nothing she could do.

There was no helping it. You couldn't expect a simple-minded, muscle-bound tyrannosaurus to find another way.

But Tang San was different!

Tang San had more than strength; he had methods, too.

He watched as his revered teacher was mocked and belittled by Su Yu as utterly worthless.

Tang San could no longer sit still.

Who didn't know that he, Tang San, was Yu Xiaogang's personal disciple?

If Su Yu looked down on Yu Xiaogang, he was looking down on Tang San, too.

After all, Tang San had taken Yu Xiaogang as his teacher precisely because he valued Gangzi's unparalleled wisdom.

Back when Tang San had just enrolled, Yu Xiaogang had used his theoretical analysis to identify his Twin Martial Souls with pinpoint accuracy.

Tang San had been so shocked that he had taken Yu Xiaogang as his teacher on the spot.

It could be said that he and Yu Xiaogang shared both glory and disgrace.

If Yu Xiaogang really was as useless as Su Yu said,

wouldn't that mean he, Tang San, was blind too, unable even to choose a decent teacher?

Thus, Tang San would never allow anyone to call Gangzi trash.

That insult was aimed not just at Gangzi, but at him, his disciple, too.

Tang San's gaze turned icy, and a flash of determination to stand up for his revered teacher crossed his eyes.

"Su Yu, I challenge you to a duel."

"If you lose, you must apologize to my teacher."

Tang San's way of solving problems was a real man's one-on-one.

He was Yu Xiaogang's personal disciple, and he and Su Yu were of the same generation.

If he could defeat Su Yu with his own hands,

he could not only let Yu Xiaogang hold his head high and prove himself,

but also avoid seeming to bully the younger generation like Liu Erlong.

"Huh?"

"Did I hear that right?"

"You're a control Soul Master, and you want to duel me, a support Soul Master!"

Tang San's thick skin was so outrageous that Su Yu laughed in anger.

How the fuck was that any different from an egg challenging a rock to a duel?

"Tang San, you're shameless."

"How dare you say something like that?"

"If you want a duel, fight me if you've got the guts."

"I lost to you last time, but this time I'll beat you until you're crawling all over the ground looking for your teeth."

Dugu Yan puffed up angrily and stood protectively in front of Su Yu, berating Tang San.

Support Soul Masters were universally acknowledged as combat weaklings.

Even if Tang San won, it would be a dishonorable victory.

Dugu Yan had never expected Tang San to say something so shameless just to stand up for Yu Xiaogang.

He had no spirit of a true powerhouse at all.

Dugu Yan was full of contempt.

As it happened, Dugu Yan had never gotten over losing to Shrek at the Soto Great Soul Arena last time.

Now, she was no longer the same as before.

Realgar could no longer counter her.

Dugu Yan swore to wipe away her past humiliation and crush Tang San.

Dugu Bo frowned and let out a cold snort.

During the Shrek Seven Devils' test at Heaven Dou Royal Academy last time, Tang San's performance had been especially outstanding.

Dugu Bo had originally thought Tang San was a proud genius.

But now, it seemed he had been utterly mistaken.

Tang San was clearly a shameless, shadowy crawler.

It wasn't just Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan who couldn't stand it.

Even Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, fellow members of the Shrek Seven Devils, thought Tang San was shameless.

A control Soul Master challenging a support Soul Master to a duel?

Did they even fucking need to fight?

He was plainly bullying him.

Because of this, Ning Rongrong's favorable impression of Tang San plummeted.

Tang San remained unmoved.

His gaze stayed fixed on Su Yu's face.

"My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"When I first awakened it, although I had Innate Full Soul Power, everyone acknowledged it as a Trash Martial Soul."

"Many people had no faith in me and thought I had no future."

"But my revered teacher Yu Xiaogang taught me a principle: there are no trash Martial Souls in this world, only trash Soul Masters."

"He told me I was no worse than anyone else."

"And so, under his tutelage, I've achieved what I have today."

"Su Yu, I won't stand for you insulting my revered teacher."

"I'll prove through my actions that my teacher deserves your respect."

Tang San knew his behavior was shameless.

So he deliberately said his Martial Soul was a Trash Martial Soul.

That way, he too was the weaker party and wasn't taking much advantage.

Su Yu raised an eyebrow, admitting that Tang San had a brain.

He had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he used them all on Su Yu.

"Since you want to duel me, I'll grant your wish."

"But if you lose, you have to slap yourself ten times."

Su Yu accepted the challenge.

With Fixed Immortal Travel, Su Yu could remain undefeated even as a support Soul Master.

As the saying went, when time did not appear, space was king.

On Douluo Continent, Fixed Immortal Travel was the god that ruled over space.

After all these years, Su Yu's mastery of space could be said to have reached the height of perfection.

Tang San wanted to pick a soft persimmon to squeeze, but Su Yu would show him what it meant to kick an iron plate.

"Fine!"

"I agree!"

Tang San accepted Su Yu's terms without the slightest hesitation.

In Tang San's eyes, there was no way he could lose.

Su Yu was just a support Soul Master. What made him think he could beat Tang San?

Over the years, the geniuses who had lost to Tang San were too numerous to count.

He also had Tang Sect Hidden Weapons at his disposal, and he wasn't afraid even of Soul Masters with more Soul Power than himself.

Much less a combat weakling like Su Yu.

I'm bound to win this battle.

Tang San thought smugly.

Yu Xiaogang smiled with satisfaction from the sidelines.

That's my prized disciple for you!

Once Tang San defeated Su Yu, Yu Xiaogang would give Su Yu a stern lecture.

Damn it!

How dare Su Yu call him, Yu Xiaogang, trash? He really had a way of courting death.

"Brother Yu, don't let him get to you."

"Tang San is deliberately trying to provoke you."

Dugu Yan held onto Su Yu, her face full of worry.

Although Tang San said his Blue Silver Grass was a Trash Martial Soul,

Dugu Yan knew better than anyone how strong he really was.

That was nothing like the performance a Trash Martial Soul should have.

Even a genius as strong as Yu Tianheng had fallen to Tang San.

Dugu Yan didn't want Su Yu to get hurt.

She was willing to charge into battle for love and fight in Su Yu's place.

"Little Yanzi, trust me."

"That mere Little Scumbag is nothing to fear."

Su Yu rubbed Dugu Yan's head and smiled confidently.

Did they really think his Fixed Immortal Travel could only be used to escape?

When he encountered an unbeatable Soul Master, Fixed Immortal Travel was a divine tool for escaping.

But against a Little Scumbag with only three rings, Fixed Immortal Travel could strike with a heavy fist.

"All right... Brother Yu, I believe you."

Seeing how certain Su Yu was of victory, Dugu Yan ultimately chose to support him.

Although she didn't know why Su Yu was so confident,

Dugu Yan knew he wasn't someone who would let himself suffer a loss.

Back when they had first met, he had used the temptation of a solution to her backlash to demand her in return.

It could be said that Su Yu was nothing less than a demon child.

If Su Yu weren't a support Soul Master, which held him back,

he would probably have stirred the entire continent into turmoil.

When Ning Rongrong saw Su Yu accept the challenge, she anxiously stamped her feet again and again.

Idiot, idiot, idiot...

Tang San isn't an ordinary person at all.

Should I give Su Yu a warning?