No Worthless Martial Souls, Only Worthless Soul Masters

At the very last instant.

A fist rapidly filled Wang Sheng's vision.

But the exaggerated speed left him no chance to dodge.

Bang!

A crisp sound rang through Dorm Seven.

Everyone in Dorm Seven felt their vision blur.

A figure was sent flying backward.

It was Wang Sheng!

With a boom, he crashed directly onto a bed several meters away.

Gulp~

Everyone in Dorm Seven could not help swallowing.

This newcomer was actually this strong.

Wang Sheng was the best fighter in Dorm Seven.

Although Wang Sheng had not used his Martial Soul, anyone with eyes could see it.

The gap between the two was enormous. Even if Wang Sheng used his Martial Soul, he would most likely still lose.

At that moment, a low roar sounded from nearby.

Wang Sheng suddenly sprang to his feet, his body shrouded in a faint yellow glow.

As a War Tiger Martial Soul Master.

After Martial Soul Possession, Wang Sheng's strength and speed increased drastically.

But how could the gap between him and Yang Yuan be bridged by Martial Soul Possession alone?

Yang Yuan stood still, Chaos Light seemingly swirling within his Double Pupils.

The next second, his lips parted slightly and uttered a single syllable.

"Suppress!"

As his voice fell, an invisible pressure erupted from his Double Pupils and descended upon Wang Sheng with a thunderous force.

Bang!

A dull sound followed.

It was as though Wang Sheng had suddenly been struck by a heavy hammer. His face turned pale as he staggered several steps back.

"This power..."

"It's those eyes!"

Wang Sheng steadied himself and immediately realized what had happened.

"Do you still want to continue?"

Yang Yuan smiled faintly from a short distance away.

"O... of course!"

Unwilling to admit defeat just like that, Wang Sheng stubbornly replied.

But just as he wanted to attack again, a suffocating sensation suddenly rose in his chest.

The next second, his legs went weak, and he dropped to the ground with a thud.

The victor had been decided!

Although Yang Yuan had held back, Wang Sheng had still suffered internal injuries from that invisible pressure.

Judging by his appearance, he had clearly lost the strength to fight any further. He had only been forcing himself to endure until now.

A dejected look immediately appeared on Wang Sheng's face.

"Fine."

"You win."

"From now on, you're the boss of Dorm Seven!"

Just as Yang Yuan established his position as the boss of Dorm Seven.

On the other side, Tang San had officially become Yu Xiaogang's disciple, and the two were putting on a touching master-disciple scene.

Through Tang San, Yu Xiaogang also learned that Yang Yuan possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

Yu Xiaogang could not help but chuckle in front of Tang San.

"I never expected that child from earlier to also have Innate Full Soul Power."

"While such talent cannot compare to yours, it is still considered first-rate across the continent."

"His temperament, however, still needs tempering."

"At such a young age, he is already so calculating. The moment he learned that I was neither an academy Teacher nor one of its leaders, his attitude changed on the spot."

Tang San smiled beside him. "If Yang Yuan knew of your abilities, Teacher, he would certainly regret what he did earlier."

Yu Xiaogang smiled proudly.

"So what if he regrets it?"

"When selecting disciples, talent alone is not enough. Temperament is equally indispensable."

"Even if Yang Yuan regrets it now and wants me to accept him as my disciple, I will not agree so easily."

"Unless he can pass my test."

Tang San immediately flattered him, "Teacher, you are willing to let bygones be bygones and give Yang Yuan another chance. If he knew, he would surely be moved to tears with gratitude toward you."

Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly upon hearing this, while feeling somewhat emotional inside.

He had spent more than a decade at Nuoding Academy without encountering a single student with good talent.

Yet this year, he had encountered two in succession.

It seemed even heaven was helping him!

Creak!

When the doors of Dorm Seven opened again, Tang San walked in from outside.

Wang Sheng and the others could not help exclaiming in surprise, "There's another newcomer!"

By then, Yang Yuan had already made up his bed.

After seeing Tang San, he nodded at him before withdrawing his gaze.

Wang Sheng, meanwhile, walked over.

"My name is Wang Sheng. My Martial Soul is the War Tiger, and I'm the second-in-command of Dorm Seven. What's your name?"

"My name is Tang San. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"Isn't Blue Silver Grass a worthless Martial Soul? It can be cultivated?" Wang Sheng asked in surprise.

A faint smile appeared on Tang San's face. "My Teacher said that there are no worthless Martial Souls, only worthless Soul Masters."

Snort!

Yang Yuan, who was already sitting cross-legged on his bed and watching the spectacle from afar, accidentally laughed when he heard Tang San utter that "profound saying."

Tang San's expression immediately darkened.

At the same time, he was puzzled.

Was there something funny about this "profound saying" his Teacher had told him?

Tang San did not know.

Yang Yuan had laughed because, by that logic.

The reason Yu Xiaogang could not break through Rank 30 was not because of his Martial Soul.

It was because he himself was worthless.

After all, there were no worthless Martial Souls, only worthless Soul Masters!

If you could not break through a rank, sometimes you should look for the reasons within yourself instead of blaming everything on your Martial Soul.

Think about whether you had worked hard all these years, whether you had constantly tried other methods.

Do not always dream of proving yourself by teaching a genius just because you are worthless.

Little did you know, a true genius could become strong even without his guidance.

If Yu Xiaogang truly wanted to prove himself, he should have chosen to cultivate an ordinary Soul Master into an expert.

Rather than waiting until Tang San, who possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, appeared before accepting him as a disciple.

So if there was anyone in the entire Douluo world whom Yang Yuan disliked the most.

It was undoubtedly Yu Xiaogang.

Not even Tang San compared to Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San's selfishness and double standards were at least half the result of Yu Xiaogang's teachings.

Meanwhile, Wang Sheng had already explained the rules of Dorm Seven to Tang San.

When he learned that Yang Yuan had defeated Wang Sheng and become the boss of Dorm Seven, surprise could not help appearing on his face.

Judging by Wang Sheng's age, he had probably studied at Nuoding Academy for at least three or four years, right?

And yet he was no match for Yang Yuan?

Wang Sheng then explained that according to Dorm Seven's rules, Tang San had to fight the current boss.

Whoever won would be the boss.

Tang San had not wanted to play this boss-and-underling game.

But when he recalled how Yang Yuan had mocked his Teacher's "profound saying" earlier, anger immediately surged in his heart.

This was the perfect chance to teach Yang Yuan a lesson.

To let him understand.

That there was always someone stronger out there!

Tang San set the bundle on his back onto a nearby bed, then looked at Yang Yuan.

Beneath his calm expression lay restrained sharpness.

"Yang Yuan, since Dorm Seven has its rules, let's have a spar!"

After hearing this, Wang Sheng glanced at Yang Yuan.

"Boss, why not let me test this newcomer's level for you?"

Yang Yuan shook his head. "Forget it. I'll do it myself!"

With Wang Sheng's strength, stepping in would just be asking for a beating. There was no need for him to go over and get beaten up for nothing.

After getting out of bed, Yang Yuan slowly walked to a spot not far from Tang San.

He crooked a finger at him.

"Tang San, come on!"

"Let me see what you're capable of!"