Douluo: So You're the Theory Master?

"I need to recover my Soul Power. I can wait for you."

Hu Liena had originally wanted to make the first move.

Unfortunately, she did not get the chance.

So she immediately changed her tune.

"Then thank you."

Ning Qinghe did not mind.

He was going to teach them both a lesson anyway. It was merely a matter of who went first.

The arena had already been prepared.

The three Soul Grandmasters entered the arena one after another. The referee was a Spirit Emperor arranged by Ning Fengzhi, more than enough to oversee their battle.

The other guests remained in the viewing stands, keeping their distance so as not to interfere.

"Yu Xiaogang, I've heard of you. You're the one who proposed the Ten Great Soul Master Theories."

"You also said there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. On that point, we happen to agree."

On the arena, Ning Qinghe looked at the crew-cut man across from him, then at Tang San, who still looked like a child, and spoke as casually as if they were chatting at home.

"Don't get too full of yourself."

"You were only lucky enough to receive the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's support."

"You... hmph!"

Yu Xiaogang felt that Ning Qinghe was mocking him.

He stubbornly retorted.

He believed that if he had received the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's vast resources back then, he could have done the same.

"You're not entirely wrong. By our reasoning, perhaps you truly failed because you lacked resources."

"Actually, I looked into your Martial Soul back then as well."

"A beast Martial Soul that could leave the body was exceptionally rare and quite special."

"So we conducted quite a bit of research. Your Martial Soul was most likely not a useless Martial Soul at all. It simply lacked sufficient resources to evolve."

"After all, no matter how much a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon degenerates, it cannot become a dog. Sorry, I don't mean that as an insult."

"What I mean is, Mr. Yu Xiaogang, your Martial Soul truly isn't useless. It simply wasn't raised properly."

"Moreover, this kind of beast Martial Soul that can leave the body is far easier to cultivate than an ordinary beast Martial Soul. For example, feeding it is something normal beast Martial Souls cannot do. You've fed your Martial Soul before too, haven't you?"

"Didn't anything unusual happen?"

No matter what Yu Xiaogang thought, Ning Qinghe spoke with remarkable generosity and friendliness.

He laid bare the other man's Martial Soul situation so thoroughly that people could hardly tell whose Martial Soul it actually was.

And then there was that line: there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.

Yet he also said Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul was not useless. Wasn't he indirectly calling Yu Xiaogang useless?

Did researchers always insult people in such a distinctive way?

"Pfft."

"He's obviously saying that guy is useless, right?"

"Did the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan really do nothing back then?"

"What exactly is going on with his Martial Soul?"

Quite a few spectators looked intrigued, though none of them dared speak too loudly.

They did not care about Yu Xiaogang at all.

But the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still had Yu Yuanzhen, a Titled Douluo, sitting here.

He was not someone to be trifled with.

Unlike Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul, he did not live on carrots.

In truth, Yu Yuanzhen was delighted to hear Ning Qinghe's words.

It meant there was truly a chance for Yu Xiaogang to change.

As for the less pleasant remarks afterward, he chose to ignore them selectively.

After all, Yu Xiaogang had said some unpleasant things earlier as well.

To Yu Yuanzhen, that was simply the temperament of young people.

Having heard Yu Xiaogang's words earlier, Ning Qinghe was now finding an excuse to mock him in return.

It was a trivial matter. Compared to truly restoring his Martial Soul, it was nothing.

Even though Yu Xiaogang was already quite old, Yu Yuanzhen did not want his son to die as a useless man.

Wasn't it just some resources?

As one of the Upper Three Sects, if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master could cultivate his son, could the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan not do the same?

Ning Fengzhi, seated not far away, was inexplicably glanced at as well.

On the arena,

Yu Xiaogang had no idea about his old father's concern.

He no longer even cared whether his Martial Soul might evolve.

He only felt stifled and miserable.

He truly had not fed his Martial Soul anything good.

He had always been studying so-called theories, focusing on those data, hoping to make a name for himself in one stroke.

Yet he had neglected the evolution of his own Martial Soul.

No matter where he went, he only fed his Martial Soul cheap things, preferably things that would make it fart.

After all, if Luo Sanpao did not fart, what use was it?

He had once only felt that Luo Sanpao was trash and useless, but now it seemed that it had all been because of him.

Such a simple idea really did seem possible once he thought about it carefully.

If he treated Luo Sanpao as a Soul Beast, it became much clearer.

How did wild Soul Beasts evolve? Cultivating on their own alone would certainly make it difficult to reach ten thousand or one hundred thousand years. Beyond innate talent, they still relied on devouring one another and all manner of heavenly treasures.

Everything was eaten into existence.

If Luo Sanpao had eaten better things sooner... At the thought of that possibility,

Yu Xiaogang wanted nothing more than to slap his former self a few times. But did his current self still have that chance?

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible..."

Why didn't he tell me sooner?

Even ten years earlier... this guy did it on purpose.

He's clearly been researching this for so many years. If he had told me ten years earlier, I might still have had a chance.

He desperately did not want to accept it.

That he had been the one holding back his own Martial Soul.

But he truly had nothing to refute it with. Ning Qinghe had also possessed a trash Martial Soul, yet it had successfully evolved.

And only now did the idea of evolution seem to reveal real hope.

The most ridiculous part was that it had been such a simple idea, yet he had never noticed it. Or rather, he had never been willing to invest so much in gambling on an uncertain future.

Its simplicity made it hurt even more.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang felt as though his heart had shattered.

He no longer cared about his usual reluctance to summon Luo Sanpao. Taking a deep breath, his bloodshot eyes filled with resentment as he gave his command, and two yellow Spirit Rings erupted at once.

A small dog-shaped Martial Soul appeared beside Yu Xiaogang. He pointed fiercely at Ning Qinghe as if he were the murderer of his father.

"Luo Sanpao, attack! Hongtian Liede Luo Sanpao!"

"Little San, attack with me! Take this guy down."

"He's just making excuses and spouting nonsense to deceive everyone. Don't listen to him."

Though he had already believed it, he would not show even the slightest sign of believing it.

Under his command, Luo Sanpao moved loyally. Its somewhat chubby, short body leaped into the air, its backside aimed at Ning Qinghe as it prepared to give him a "fragrant" attack.

Tang San, standing nearby, had actually been ready to fight for a long time.

He had even considered attacking directly while the two of them were talking.