Douluo: You Call Yourself a Theory Master?

Hearing that, he did not hesitate or say a word.

Without even unleashing his Spirit Rings, he instantly sidestepped into Ning Qinghe's blind spot. The Silent Sleeve Arrow hidden at his wrist fired without a sound.

Perfect chance.

With the opponent's attention drawn by his teacher and Luo Sanpao, along with Luo Sanpao's attack, Tang San was confident he could finish him in an instant.

But his eyes soon widened.

Tang San saw Ning Qinghe extend a finger and casually pinch. A dense, razor-sharp wave of Soul Power shot forth in an instant.

That light flick of a finger erupted with power even more terrifying than his Silent Sleeve Arrow.

And though it was launched later, it arrived first. Luo Sanpao had been about to attack in midair, but before it could unleash its power, its body was pierced straight through.

The Soul Power pierced Luo Sanpao, instantly causing the chubby little dog to wither and fall from the air. It had not even used its ability before it had already lost its fighting strength.

The battle changed in an instant. Seeing this, Tang San was still relieved that the attack had not been aimed at him—and that his Silent Sleeve Arrow had already reached the opponent.

Then he heard the sound of metal clashing.

"Ding!"

Ning Qinghe had no intention of dodging the Silent Sleeve Arrow. Golden light surrounded him, and an illusory tower appeared, directly blocking the attack.

The Silent Sleeve Arrow failed to cause any harm and simply fell to the ground.

Ning Qinghe merely glanced at it before looking toward Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang's old face was waxy yellow and extremely stiff. His Soul Power fluctuations were unstable, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

His condition was clearly poor. This was feedback from his injured Martial Soul.

He had also contributed to researching the other man's Martial Soul, uncovering a troublesome issue.

But that trouble was not something he needed to solve right now.

"You, honestly, are completely unreasonable."

"I was having a perfectly good conversation with you about your Martial Soul. It would have been one thing if you simply refused to listen, but you even farted and launched yourself at me."

"Your disciple is even worse. He shot things at me directly."

"Now, I'm returning it to you."

Though he had not completely lost his ability to fight, he could no longer be of much use.

Ning Qinghe shook his head helplessly and spread his hands, his movements elegant and composed. As he spoke, he stepped on the Silent Sleeve Arrow lying on the ground, sending it flying toward Yu Xiaogang.

This also declared the other's defeat.

He turned to look at Tang San.

That attack frightened Yu Xiaogang so badly that he scrambled away on hands and knees, and it failed to hit him.

Before the Silent Sleeve Arrow could strike him, the Spirit Emperor acting as referee entered the arena and directly blocked it.

"Please leave the arena. You have been eliminated."

As he spoke, he pulled Yu Xiaogang off the stage. Yu Xiaogang promptly fainted.

He did not continue displaying such a pathetic state. Luo Sanpao returned to him, and Yu Xiaogang would need to recover before it could appear again.

This two-against-one Soul Grandmaster battle had barely begun before one side lost a fighter.

Yu Xiaogang was also a level 29 Soul Grandmaster.

But he had never undergone combat training for a long time, and his attitude toward his Martial Soul was highly abnormal.

His combat strength was extremely mediocre. He had no fighting techniques of his own and could only rely on Luo Sanpao's minor abilities.

If even those abilities could not be used, then he would probably struggle to fight an ordinary Soul Master.

He could be considered one of the lowest-tier Soul Grandmasters.

As a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which possessed the so-called strongest beast Martial Soul.

Such a performance naturally drew ridicule from many people.

After all, those with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul had always been extremely arrogant and had offended plenty of people.

Now, the thing they took pride in had been "tainted by stinking dog shit." It was like a goddess being defiled and falling from her pedestal, so it was bound to attract plenty of attention.

"Is this guy here to be a joke?"

"With strength like that, he dared to step into the arena?"

"He was the one who brought this up at the beginning, right? I thought he had some secret technique of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"So what if his Spirit Rings have high cultivation years? Someone with higher cultivation years can kill you in one blow, hahaha!"

"You're overthinking it. He's just a pathetic clown who refuses to accept reality, and he's even dragging the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan down with him."

Among the major forces in the audience, quite a few were on bad terms with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Though their own forces could not compare to the Upper Three Sects, they had empires or Spirit Hall backing them, or were simply too far away to bother watching their words.

This left Yu Yuanzhen, along with Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin who had come with him, looking extremely displeased.

They resented their uncle even more.

Yu Tianheng in particular had originally come here to find Dugu Yan, yet he had not even seen her.

He even felt somewhat embarrassed to bring it up.

"Cough, cough."

"Don't mind them. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will not be affected by a few words of nonsense from them."

Yu Yuanzhen had originally wanted to intimidate the others.

But after considering the current setting, he gave up and turned to comfort his two grandsons.

This was not their territory, and there was indeed nothing they could do about the situation.

Though Yu Xiaogang was truly a bit foolish, he had not completely given up on him.

He would still need some support from the Extreme Research Institute and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect later.

He had heard clearly just now that Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul truly had potential. It was only because he had lacked sufficient resources in the past, and because Yu Xiaogang himself had always been obsessed with theoretical research without putting anything into practice.

So causing trouble here was not a good idea.

He continued watching the people on the stage, treating the people around him as if they were farting. It was all jealousy from those with ordinary Martial Souls; why should the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan care?

On the stage, Tang San was also frustrated. He had not expected his teacher to lose so quickly.

Though he had long known that his teacher's combat strength was low, that ability had still been somewhat useful. Whether covering his attacks or disgusting opponents, it had its uses.

When he noticed Ning Qinghe's gaze settle on him, Tang San's body hair stood on end. It felt as though a dangerous beast had fixed its eyes on him.

He instinctively pulled back, then waved a hand and took hidden weapons from Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, his storage Soul Tool.

Darts, coin darts, throwing stones, pellets, flying knives...

For a moment, hidden weapons filled the sky, shooting at Ning Qinghe from every direction and surrounding him in the blink of an eye.

This made the spectators' eyes light up.

At least this looked like a Soul Master's battle.

Tang San fired several types of hidden weapons in rapid succession. His figure was extremely swift as he attacked while widening the distance.

He gave Ning Qinghe no chance to get close.

His gaze sharpened as he fixed it on any possible weakness, even vital areas.

A faint violet glow shone in his eyes. Perhaps he would only have one chance.

Identify the weakness, then attack!

"More of these little things?"

"Things like these cannot even break my defense."

"Is this all you can do?"

Naturally, Ning Qinghe knew about hidden weapons. His voice was cool, and he had already prepared for them.

As a result, their effectiveness was immediately reduced by more than half.

Golden light flickered around him, and the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda Martial Soul became slightly more solid.

The moment those hidden weapons struck him, they clattered to the ground. The pellets exploded like tiny bombs, but their power was average, and they were mixed with a certain poisonous mist.

"Poison gas. Ordinary."

"What else do you have?"

With a wave of his hand, Ning Qinghe dispersed the poisonous gas. His senses were no weaker than anyone's.

Though Tang San's technique was indeed exquisite, insufficient attack power was still insufficient attack power.

Before absolute defense, the usefulness of so-called hidden weapons was terrifyingly low.