Likes to Gamble Little Tang San

Having gained another seventy Points, Wu Xian's combat power was fully maxed out.

Getting Points while venting by insulting people—what a wonderful thing.

At this point, Yu Xiaogang finally thought of a retort.

"Although I can never break through for the rest of my life, I used theory to help Xiao San turn the trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, into a powerful control-type Soul Master. Doesn't that prove my success?"

Tang San also chimed in at the right moment to support his teacher. "That's right. My Blue Silver Bind can even restrain Battle Soul Masters. Doesn't that prove my teacher's success?"

[Ah Yin: What Blue Silver Bind? Idiot. Wu Xian, beat him up. Beat him until even his mother can't recognize him.]

[Wu Xian: Don't worry, I'll definitely beat him up.]

Look, even Ah Yin, who was usually the gentlest, had been angered to this extent. One could well imagine just how infinitely powerful Blue Silver Bind was.

Hearing Tang San's flattery, Yu Xiaogang shed his earlier dejection and raised his head again.

"Ah, Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang. Why do you always enjoy slapping your own face? They say Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the strength of one's Martial Soul. If he had Innate Full Soul Power, how could it possibly be a trash Martial Soul?"

"When you said that, were your left and right brains fighting each other?"

Wu Xian looked at Yu Xiaogang and shook his head, as though he were looking at a poor student who never took his studies seriously.

The damage was minor, but the humiliation was immense.

Yu Xiaogang felt another sharp pain in his chest and desperately tried to explain.

"That... that's because..."

Yu Xiaogang wanted to say that it was because Tang San's other Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer.

But when he thought of Tang Hao's intimidation, he swallowed the words.

Even Tang San, who wanted to speak up for Yu Xiaogang, could not think of any way to refute him.

Wu Xian pressed his advantage.

"Let me ask you this: after wasting decades at Nuoding Academy, have you ever trained even a single Soul Master with any real strength?

"Don't tell me you trained Tang San. With Innate Full Soul Power, if he joined any established and somewhat reputable faction, wouldn't his minimum achievement be becoming a Titled Douluo?

"At most, you merely brought out the talent he already had. If it had been any other faction, which one of them couldn't have done that?

"Oh, no, that's not right. They could at least help Tang San obtain Soul Rings, provide him with an environment suited for cultivation, and ensure he ate three nutritious meals a day. What about you? You can only teach him those theories of yours that barely have any credibility."

"If Tang San still can't become a Titled Douluo after being trained by you, then that can only mean you're a good-for-nothing who fishes for fame. Understand, Yu the Waste?"

"Only someone with a hole in his head like Tang San would actually believe you. If it were anyone else, they'd have slapped you senseless long ago."

"You... you..."

"Pfft." Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps. Pointing at Wu Xian, he could not utter a single word.

Seeing this, Tang San looked as though he had suffered a heavy blow. He hurried forward and supported Yu Xiaogang to keep him from falling.

His tone was filled with panic. "Teacher, Teacher, what's wrong?"

After confirming that his teacher had merely been overwhelmed by rage, he raised his head to look at Wu Xian. His eyes turned blood-red, and traces of viciousness flickered through them from time to time.

"Wu Xian, seeing that we came from the same village, I originally intended to introduce you to my teacher. I never expected that not only would you fail to appreciate it, you would also recklessly slander my teacher.

"Since you look down on my teacher's theories, then do you dare fight me? If you lose, kneel before my teacher, kowtow, and apologize."

Just as planned. You finally said it yourself.

Wu Xian secretly rejoiced, but his expression remained unchanged. Instead, he said, "I have no intention of fighting you. If I lose, I have to apologize to Yu the Waste, but if I win, I get nothing. Do you take me for an idiot?"

"Are you only capable of talking? Are you actually just a coward?"

Tang San had no intention of responding to Wu Xian's words and instead tried to provoke him.

Although he did not believe Wu Xian could defeat him, a gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall.

But Wu Xian had no intention of taking the bait. He simply waved his hand. "Since you have no sincerity, let's leave it at that for today. We'll each go home and find our own mothers."

Seeing that his provocation had failed and that Wu Xian was turning to leave, Tang San could no longer hold himself back.

A yellow Soul Ring suddenly rose beneath his feet, and several Blue Silver Grass vines shot toward Wu Xian.

Just then, a pair of beast claws swept out and directly severed every single extending Blue Silver Grass vine.

The Dean of Students wore a dark expression, his brows furrowed as he glared fixedly at Tang San. Three Soul Rings floated around him.

"Tang San, what are you doing? How can you ambush and bully a fellow student in the academy?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yu Xiaogang, his heart filled with disdain. Like father, like son.

At such a young age, he already knew how to launch sneak attacks. More importantly, he was standing right here.

Attacking a student right in front of the Dean of Students—this was clearly showing him no respect at all.

Under the Dean of Students' gaze, Tang San's heart tightened, while the Sleeve Arrow in his hand stood ready to fire.

A mere Dean of Students dared to obstruct him. He had already earned himself a death sentence.

Although the Dean of Students was a Soul Elder, Tang San was confident that with his Hidden Weapons, he could successfully launch a surprise attack if he caught him off guard.

Seeing that Tang San was still maintaining his Martial Soul, completely ignoring his words, the Dean of Students' face darkened even further.

Caught in the act, and he still dared to act so viciously.

Such an undisciplined, unruly student—perhaps he needed to speak to the Dean about expelling him from the academy.

Tang San circulated his Soul Power, about to make a move, when a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

A familiar, fatherly voice sounded. "Xiao San, wait a moment. Let me talk to him."

Hearing that, Tang San withdrew his Martial Soul, though his eyes remained fixed on Wu Xian.

"Kid, I'll make a bet with you. If Xiao San loses, I'm willing to admit before everyone that my theories are nothing but nonsense."

"Teacher, you can't—" Tang San was about to stop him when Yu Xiaogang pressed a hand against his shoulder. "It's fine, Xiao San. I believe in you. You will definitely win."

Seeing how much his teacher trusted him, Tang San's eyes reddened. He nodded blankly. "Yes, Teacher. I will definitely win."

After saying that, he turned to Wu Xian again. "Kid, do you dare accept this bet?"

Wu Xian grinned. "Sure."

Nuoding Academy had no Spirit Duel arena, so the two went to the academy's training field.

By the time they reached the center of the field, the students, teachers, and even the Dean had heard about it and specifically came to watch.

Before stepping out, Yu Xiaogang grabbed Tang San and quietly whispered into his ear, "Xiao San, don't hold back."

Tang San nodded solemnly. He had never intended to hold back in the first place. Even the Sleeve Arrow at his wrist was already prepared, ready to give Wu Xian a vicious strike during the fight.

In a Spirit Duel, injuries were unavoidable.

Even accidentally killing someone would be considered normal. Besides, he was still just a child and could not properly control his strength.

His eyes were bloodshot, and malicious intent poured from him without restraint.

Seeing this, how could Wu Xian fail to understand Tang San's little scheme?

Perfect. He also wanted to give Tang San a memory he would never forget for the rest of his life.