Who Says a Waste Martial Soul Can't Become a Titled Douluo?

"Enough. Stop howling."

The more critical the moment, the more clearly a person's true nature was revealed.

The situation was not even that dangerous yet, but Yu Xiaogang had already made a thoroughly pathetic showing.

After hearing Master Meng's words, Yu Xiaogang, who was lying on the ground, realized that the invisible force pinning him down had vanished without a trace.

He hurriedly climbed to his feet, but Tang San moved even faster.

Though Tang San's heart burned with rage, he still knew he was absolutely no match for Master Meng. He could only bury his boundless fury deep inside.

Forcibly suppressing his anger, Tang San noticed traces of gold still lingering on Lin Qi's skin.

As time passed, all that golden color sank into Lin Qi's skin.

Could it be some kind of secret medicine that aids cultivation? Tang San guessed.

This made Tang San even more jealous of Lin Qi's good fortune. Why did he get to receive such excellent treatment?

"Master Meng, I want to compete with you."

After hurriedly straightening his appearance, Yu Xiaogang angrily addressed Master Meng.

The moment he said that, not only Lin Qi and Xiao Wu stared at him in disbelief—even Tang San began to wonder whether Yu Xiaogang had been enraged into madness.

The other man had not even shown his face before you were pressed to the ground and unable to rise. Where did you get the nerve to challenge him?

Yu Xiaogang also realized there was something wrong with his impulsive words and hurriedly amended them.

"I mean, I want to compete with you in Martial Soul theory research. I admit your strength surpasses mine, but when it comes to Martial Soul theory, you are absolutely inferior to me."

Lin Qi shook his head.

"You're only a Soul Grandmaster, yet you dare claim your Martial Soul theory is so impressive?"

Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage. Lin Qi's words had struck the sorest point in his heart.

"What do you know? What does the depth of Martial Soul theory have to do with a person's Soul Power?"

Tang San stepped forward as well.

"Lin Qi, how dare you slander my teacher?"

Watching Tang San put on such an appearance of respecting his teacher and honoring the way, Lin Qi could not help curling his lip.

What could one say about Tang San? It was true that he respected his teacher.

When he took Yu Xiaogang as his teacher, he had said that once a teacher, always a father. He had also consistently defended Yu Xiaogang's dignity before outsiders.

But when he felt that Yu Xiaogang might discover his secret, he had unhesitatingly developed killing intent toward that teacher who was supposedly his father for life.

My teacher can only be killed by me, right?

Xiao Wu could not stand Tang San being rude to Lin Qi and immediately said,

"Which ear heard Lin Qi slander your teacher?"

After saying that, Xiao Wu looked at Yu Xiaogang again.

"And you—if your research into Martial Soul theory is so profound, why didn't you find a way to cultivate to a higher level? Was it because you didn't want to?"

"You... I..."

Yu Xiaogang's face went from white to red, then turned purple from holding it in.

"I can't be bothered arguing with a little girl like you."

After holding it in for a long while, Yu Xiaogang still did not directly refute her.

Tang San, meanwhile, felt as though his heart was about to explode from anger.

Again. Xiao Wu's defense of Lin Qi was like blade after blade stabbing into Tang San's heart.

"Martial Souls are innate and cannot be changed by human effort. My teacher cultivated a mutated Waste Martial Soul to the rank of Soul Grandmaster. Doesn't that make him a master of Martial Soul theory?"

Lin Qi smiled and raised his chin toward Yu Xiaogang.

"You'll have to ask your teacher about that. There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. Your teacher said that himself."

"Either what he said was bullshit, or he was calling himself useless."

This time, even Tang San had no way to argue.

He looked hesitantly at Yu Xiaogang. "Teacher, did you really say that?"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth. Before he had even defeated Master Meng in Martial Soul theory, two children had already left him unable to save face.

Especially Lin Qi.

He actually knew that I once said something like that. Master Meng must have told him—he just wants to humiliate me.

After a moment of silence, he stiffened his neck and said,

"I did say that, but Martial Souls have far too great an influence on Soul Masters. A useless Martial Soul, even if it can cultivate, cannot produce a powerful Soul Master."

By saying this, he was undoubtedly swallowing back all the words he had once spoken.

"Bullshit."

A sharp rebuke rang out.

For the first time, the always gentle and refined Master Meng uttered a curse.

"You are a frog at the bottom of a well, incapable of glimpsing the vast blue sky. Do not assume everyone else is trash like you."

"You called me trash?"

"Are you not trash? Low cultivation is not your fault, but making wild claims without striving, then passing off your own incompetence as the fate of every Soul Master whose Martial Soul is not strong—that is the greatest kind of trash."

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang could act dismissive toward Lin Qi and Xiao Wu's words and avoid answering them directly.

But he could not evade the important points in Master Meng's words.

"You're so lofty, so impressive. Isn't it only because your Martial Soul is powerful that you cultivated this far? If you had a Waste Martial Soul too, you would definitely be inferior to me."

Lin Qi smiled.

When Master Meng had appeared, the system had said that he had risen to prominence through a Waste Martial Soul.

"Then open your eyes wide and take a good look."

Sure enough, Master Meng snorted coldly and released his Martial Soul.

A bluish-gray light flickered, and a piece of Rotten Wood that looked as though it would crumble with a poke appeared in Master Meng's left hand.

When Martial Souls awakened, even Martial Souls like sickles, axes, and Blue Silver Grass had a high chance of possessing no Innate Soul Power.

Let alone something that looked so obviously like a Waste Martial Soul.

"Y-you... this is your Martial Soul?"

Yu Xiaogang was more shocked than anyone else.

When he had awakened the Luos বিপ Martial Soul, he had felt utterly despairing.

But Luos বিপ at least possessed offensive ability. As for this piece of Rotten Wood, anyone who saw it would think it was a Waste Martial Soul.

More importantly, two yellow, one purple, and six black Soul Rings—a total of nine Soul Rings—encircled that piece of Rotten Wood.

Master Meng was astonishingly a Titled Douluo.

Yu Xiaogang's throat went dry. This was a Titled Douluo.

Forget Waste Martial Souls—even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, with its many top-tier beast Martial Souls, had only one Titled Douluo: its clan leader, Yu Yuanzhen.

Yet Master Meng had become a Titled Douluo by relying on a Rotten Wood Martial Soul.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."

Yu Xiaogang muttered in a daze.

Not just him—any Soul Master who saw this would probably doubt their own eyes, such as Tang San beside him.

He knew Master Meng was powerful, but he had guessed that Master Meng was at most a Soul King, perhaps a Soul Saint at the absolute highest.

He never could have imagined that Master Meng was actually a legendary Titled Douluo.

Damn it. Why had such a powerful Titled Douluo taken a liking to Lin Qi?

Tang San had originally been quite satisfied with Yu Xiaogang as his teacher and thought himself incredibly fortunate.

But compared to Lin Qi, it truly was enough to make one die of envy.

No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, Tang San was crazed with jealousy toward Lin Qi.

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang broke free from his dazed state, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

"I understand now. You must have Twin Martial Souls. Your other Martial Soul must be extremely powerful. Otherwise, there is no way you could have become a Titled Douluo."