"I... I'm not seeing things, am I? He... he lifted that stone lock?"
A student worker rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling.
"He didn't lift it! He levered it up! He used that wooden stick to pry up the stone lock!" someone beside him corrected, but his voice was no less shocked.
"You've got to be kidding! That thing weighs a hundred and fifty jin! And he did it with nothing but a wooden stick and a broken stone? That's even more outrageous than Tang San's 'Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon' just now!"
"What kind of Soul Skill is that? Is his Martial Soul a wooden stick?"
The crowd erupted!
If Tang San's display of "Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon" had amazed them, then what Qin Feng had just done left them horrified!
They could understand Tang San's strength, after all.
He was a Soul Master with Soul Power and Soul Skills. It was only natural that he was powerful.
But Qin Feng?
He was an utterly ordinary student worker. Nobody had heard that he possessed any impressive Martial Soul, and nobody had sensed even the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power from him.
He had simply picked up a wooden stick and a stone, then done with ease what even a fifteenth-level strength-type Soul Scholar couldn't manage!
It completely overturned everything they thought they knew!
This wasn't "Soul Master" stuff!
This wasn't "Douluo" stuff!
Wang Sheng stared blankly at Qin Feng, then at his own arms, which were considerably thicker than Qin Feng's. He wondered if all his training over the past few years had been wasted.
Even Yu Xiaogang, who had always seemed inscrutable, was now filled with curiosity and confusion.
He was certain there was no fluctuation of Soul Power coming from Qin Feng.
So how had he done it?
Was it some unknown technique? Or... some mysterious power beyond the bounds of his theoretical knowledge?
For the first time, Yu Xiaogang felt the slightest, almost imperceptible doubt about the Martial Soul Theory he had spent decades developing.
But nobody reacted more strongly than Tang San!
He stared fixedly at Qin Feng, at the bent wooden stick and the stone lock that had been pried cleanly off the ground. His mind went completely blank.
Impossible!
This was absolutely impossible!
He understood better than anyone how much strength it took to lift a hundred-and-fifty-jin object.
Even he could only manage it with difficulty by using the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
But Qin Feng?
He looked as though he hadn't broken a sweat!
What was going on?
Could this... be another "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds" technique?
No! That wasn't right!
The Tang Sect's "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds" was about borrowing an opponent's force, redirecting it, and then striking back.
But Qin Feng was facing an inanimate object!
A stone lock weighing a hundred and fifty jin!
There was no force to borrow!
He had created force out of nothing, in a way Tang San couldn't begin to understand!
This was even more unbelievable than "Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon"!
An unprecedented sense of defeat welled up in Tang San's heart.
At that moment, the Tang Sect Secret Arts he had always been proud of seemed to lose their luster.
While the entire crowd stood stunned and Tang San's composure crumbled, Qin Feng, the center of attention, slowly let go.
"Clang!"
The stone lock crashed back to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Qin Feng dusted off his hands.
He didn't look at the crowd's shocked expressions. Instead, he muttered to himself in a voice that wasn't loud, but was just clear enough for Tang San, standing nearest to him, to hear.
"Man, it's just the lever principle. We learned that in middle school physics. What's there to be so surprised about?"
Lever principle?
Middle school physics?
What did that mean?
The people around him were completely baffled.
But to Tang San, those words struck like a clap of thunder from a clear sky!
He jerked his head up and glared at Qin Feng. To him, the words were like a resounding slap across the face.
What did he mean?
Was he saying that Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, the moves I just used, are also "simple things"?
Was he saying that the peerless arts, the fruit of generations of Tang Sect wisdom, are no more impressive to him than this wooden stick propping up a stone lock?
This was a provocation!
An outright provocation!
In his previous life, Tang San had been a top genius among the Tang Sect's outer disciples. His pride ran deep! After crossing over, he possessed Twin Martial Souls, which only made him more certain that destiny favored him!
He could tolerate others being stronger than him, but he could never tolerate anyone dismissing the Tang Sect Secret Arts he held dear with such casual contempt!
"Stop right there!"
Tang San's voice was icy, his barely contained fury clear.
Qin Feng, who had been about to leave with Grey Wolf after securing his victory, stopped and turned around. A perfectly timed look of "confusion" crossed his face.
"Are you talking to me?"
"That's right. You!"
Tang San strode up to Qin Feng. Though he was half a head shorter, he was every bit as imposing.
"What did you mean by what you said just now?"
Qin Feng blinked, feigning innocence.
"What did I say? Oh, the lever principle? It's just a simple principle of mechanics. Give me a fulcrum, and I can move the whole planet... Uh, that might be a bit of an exaggeration."
"Anyway, it's just basic knowledge."
"That's not what I'm asking!" Tang San clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked. "I'm asking whether you think the moves I used to beat Wang Sheng and the others just now were also 'simple'!"
Here we go!
The fish had taken the bait!
Qin Feng was overjoyed, though he put on an expression that said, "How could you think that?"
"I never said that."
"Your... what was it called, 'Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon'? It's pretty flashy. Looks quite impressive."
Flashy!
Those four words were even more hurtful than calling it "trash" outright!
Tang San's face turned livid.
"You!"
"Ding! Anger and shock from Tang San: +50 Shock Points!" "Ding! Confusion from Wang Sheng: +10 Shock Points!" "Ding! Curiosity from Yu Xiaogang: +20 Shock Points!" "Ding! Shock from the onlookers: +88 Shock Points!"
A string of system notifications rang in Qin Feng's mind. He was so thrilled he almost cried out loud.
And this was only the first step! He'd already raked in 168 Shock Points!
Tang San really was a top-tier leek, ripe for the picking!
"Looks like you're pretty confident in your 'techniques,'" Tang San ground out.
"Confident? I wouldn't say that. I only know a little," Qin Feng said modestly, waving a hand. "After all, everything in the world follows the most basic laws of science. Those moves of yours that look so mysterious are just crude applications of those laws, as far as I'm concerned. They don't involve much technical skill."
Don't involve much... technical skill!
Tang San was completely enraged!
A faint purple glow flashed in his eyes.
Purple Demon Eye!
He would see right through this guy!
He would find out what gave this babbler the nerve to look down on the Tang Sect's Secret Arts!
"Good! Very good! 'Don't involve much technical skill,' is it?"
Tang San laughed in his fury. "In that case, I'd like to 'ask you for guidance' and see just how powerful these 'scientific laws' of yours really are!"
"I won't take advantage of you. I'll stand right here without moving and let you attack me. If you can make me move even half a step, you win!"
He took up the starting stance for "Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon," and Soul Power began circulating through his body. An invisible force of attraction formed in front of him.
Qin Feng merely shook his head.
"Fight you? Not interested."
He turned to leave.
"Are you scared?" Tang San sneered.
"Scared?"
Qin Feng stopped and glanced back at him.
"I just think fighting you would be beneath me."
"You!"
Tang San's anger shot straight to his head.
"How about this," Qin Feng said, suddenly changing tack, a playful smile curling his lips. "A fight by itself is boring. Why don't we make it more interesting?"
He raised a finger and pointed toward the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, who had been silently watching from a short distance away.
"See that Grandmaster? He's an authority on Martial Soul Theory. Why don't we hold a public debate—or, better yet... a public experiment—in front of him and the entire school?"
"Let's find out whether your so-called 'Tang Sect Secret Arts' or the 'scientific truth' I've been talking about is the ultimate answer to this world!"
"Do you dare?!"
Qin Feng's words rang out with force.
The whole crowd erupted!
He wasn't just challenging Tang San—he was challenging the entire system of Martial Soul Theory on the Douluo Continent?
He was insane!
Tang San was also stunned by Qin Feng's astonishing proposal.
But looking at Qin Feng's challenging gaze and feeling the doubtful eyes of those around him, he knew he had no way out.
He had to accept the challenge today!
For the glory of the Tang Sect! And for his reputation as a genius!
"Fine! I'll take your bet!"
Tang San said each word slowly, his eyes blazing with purple light.
"I want to see how your so-called 'science' can explain my Mysterious Heaven Skill! My Purple Demon Eye! And my... Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!"
By the time he reached the last four words, his voice had taken on a murderous edge!
And so, the ultimate showdown between "mysticism" and "science" began!
Qin Feng had finally achieved his goal.
This was exactly the kind of "scientific spectacle" he wanted, one that would draw everyone's attention!
In front of them all, he would use the most basic, simplest, and yet irrefutable scientific truths to show everyone:
The times had changed!
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