The Actor Xiao Feng Goes Online Again, Yu Xiaogang's Heart Turns Cold

Cafeteria.

The moment Xiao Feng entered the cafeteria, the previously noisy hall fell silent in an instant. Clearly, word of Xiao Feng knocking Xiao Chen out with a single punch yesterday had already spread, and now Xiao Feng's reputation as the top dog of Nuoding Academy was undisputed. Naturally, no one dared to offend him.

Seeing how afraid everyone was of him, Xiao Feng found it rather amusing. He chuckled and said, "Everyone, relax. It's not like I eat people. Why be so scared of me? Just act like you normally do, take it easy."

Then, Xiao Feng headed straight for the second floor of the cafeteria. When he reached the stairway entrance, he noticed that the hole from yesterday had already been repaired. He couldn't help but admire some people's work efficiency—solid and fast.

However, on the second floor, Xiao Feng witnessed an unexpected scene. Tang San was sitting at a table off to one side, and Yu Xiaogang was saying something to him. Suddenly, Xiao Feng noticed that Tang San's expression and aura had completely changed.

This made Xiao Feng curious about what Yu Xiaogang had said to provoke such a reaction from Tang San. But he could probably guess the gist of it. The only thing that could make Tang San's expression turn so grim was his twin martial souls.

So, after ordering a few dishes that Xiao Wu liked, Xiao Feng walked over to Tang San's spot. When Tang San saw Xiao Feng, a look of panic immediately appeared on his face.

Tang San seemed afraid that Xiao Feng might misunderstand—after all, Xiao Feng had told him yesterday to stay away from Yu Xiaogang. As Xiao Feng approached, Tang San was about to explain, but Xiao Feng spoke first: "It's fine. I know what's going on."

Xiao Feng plopped down next to Tang San and fixed Yu Xiaogang with a thoughtful, probing gaze. Yu Xiaogang stared back at him. Finally.

"Well..."

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish his sentence, Xiao Feng cut him off directly: "Who are you? What do you want? What's your purpose in getting close to Xiao San?"

Xiao Feng fired off three questions in a row. Yu Xiaogang saw the displeasure in Xiao Feng's eyes and felt extremely awkward. But awkward as he was, he didn't want to let that awkwardness cost him a chance to prove his theoretical knowledge.

"Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Yu Xiaogang. I'm your instructor. I don't have any ulterior motives—I just have some things I want to prove."

At the same time, Tang San whispered in Xiao Feng's ear, "Brother Xiao Feng, he knows I have twin martial souls."

In that moment, Xiao Feng, the master actor, went into full gear. His gaze turned cold, and he began to slowly circulate his soul power.

"I'll give you one minute to tell me your real purpose. Otherwise, don't blame me for not going easy on you."

His icy words and stare made Yu Xiaogang's scalp tingle. In terms of strength, he, a twenty-ninth-rank Great Soul Master, wasn't even worth one of Xiao Feng's fists. So he quickly blurted out his purpose, though he phrased it rather euphemistically.

"Well, I saw the martial soul proof from you two yesterday, didn't I? Based on my research into the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls, I was certain that Tang San has twin martial souls. I came today just to verify it."

Yu Xiaogang spoke quickly. When he finished, Xiao Feng sneered, "Your research, the Ten Core Competitiveness of Martial Souls? So that means you're Yu Xiaogang?"

Hearing this, both Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were taken aback. Surprised that Xiao Feng seemed to know his reputation, Yu Xiaogang replied, "That's right. I am Yu Xiaogang."

Tang San also asked curiously, "Brother Xiao Feng, is he famous?" Tang San remembered that Xiao Feng had said yesterday he didn't know who Yu Xiaogang was, but now he recognized him just by hearing the name?

Looking at the two of them, Xiao Feng said flatly, "Yu Xiaogang, known as the Grandmaster, founder of the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls. In a sense, you're a well-known Title Douluo of the theoretical world. But as everyone knows, that Title Douluo is nothing but a joke."

"A Title Douluo of the theoretical world?" Tang San was somewhat surprised. He knew how much weight that title carried. "No wonder he could tell I have twin martial souls from just a single piece of proof. He does have some substance."

When Xiao Feng called him a joke, Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red. It was true—in the eyes of the world, he really was a joke. No one could prove his theories right, but no one could prove them wrong either. So he said dejectedly, "I thought a genius might be different from others, but in the end... sigh."

With that, Yu Xiaogang started to leave, but Xiao Feng wasn't having it. "Oh, so you think you can just drop a line, act all impressive, and then walk away? If you leave, what am I supposed to show off?"

Watching Yu Xiaogang about to leave, Xiao Feng sneered, "The amount of innate soul power is proportional to the quality of the martial soul. You said that, right?"

Hearing Xiao Feng's words, Yu Xiaogang stopped in his tracks and looked at Xiao Feng with some doubt. Tang San also looked at Xiao Feng curiously. "He remembered that Xiao Feng had said this to him before."

"One of the Ten Core Competitiveness of Martial Souls is exactly that. I've read it. I assume that's how you judged that Xiao San has twin martial souls?"

Listening to Xiao Feng, a hint of pride flickered in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. He was about to say "not entirely" when Xiao Feng spoke again.

"Xiao San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Since ancient times, ninety-nine point nine percent of people with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul have no soul power. Even the zero point zero one percent who do have soul power never exceed the first rank."

"So, based on the principle that innate soul power is proportional to martial soul quality, you judged that Xiao San has twin martial souls, and that his other martial soul must be a powerful one."

"But here's the problem: what kind of high-quality martial soul could possibly be on the same level as Blue Silver Grass? How do you explain that 'the condition for having twin martial souls is that they are of the same quality' from your Ten Core Competitiveness?"

"As everyone knows, Blue Silver Grass is a trash martial soul. According to your Ten Core Competitiveness of Martial Souls, how could a trash martial soul possess another powerful martial soul? And how could Xiao San have twin martial souls? Even if he did, the other one should also be trash. So, how do you explain all this?"

Xiao Feng's barrage of questions made Yu Xiaogang's face turn incredibly pale. Xiao Feng was completely right—these were all things he had written. But now, he himself didn't know how to explain them. For a moment, Yu Xiaogang fell silent.

And then, Xiao Feng delivered the killing blow.

"I think I know what your goal is. You were planning to take Xiao San and me as your disciples, and then use us to prove your theories, right?"

"But the truth is, in your eyes, Xiao San and I are just tools to validate your own theories. If you succeed, you enjoy the fame. If you fail, I don't know what would happen to me, but Xiao San would definitely die from his soul power exploding!"

"And on top of that, you can't even explain your own theories clearly. So where do you get the nerve to have designs on Xiao San and me? Besides, I wouldn't want to take a plagiarist as my teacher! Do you understand, Grandmaster!"

Only Yu Xiaogang understood the meaning behind Xiao Feng's final words. Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang clutched his chest, staggered, and was overwhelmed by a surge of blood.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed out. Yu Xiaogang collapsed to the floor in utter dejection, staring blankly at the ceiling with vacant eyes. Xiao Feng's words had completely negated everything Yu Xiaogang had built over the years. He had even begun to doubt himself. At this moment, he didn't even have the mental energy to wonder how Xiao Feng knew he had stolen knowledge from Spirit Hall.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground, a look of contempt appeared in Tang San's eyes. Xiao Feng's words had made him understand just how sinister Yu Xiaogang really was. At that moment, Tang San even felt the urge to kill. Fortunately, he had met Xiao Feng. If he hadn't, he didn't dare imagine what the consequences would have been if he had encountered Yu Xiaogang alone.

Given his personality, there was a good chance that under Yu Xiaogang's theoretical nonsense, he might have actually chosen to take him as his teacher. In that moment, Tang San felt a chill of fear. Dying from soul power explosion—just thinking about it was terrifying.

"Alright. Looking at you kills my appetite. I'll just take this back to the dorm to eat." Having finished everything, Xiao Feng went to the counter, packed up the freshly cooked dishes, grabbed some rice, and prepared to leave.

Seeing Xiao Feng about to leave, Tang San quickly grabbed some food as well and left together with Xiao Feng.

Leaving Yu Xiaogang alone, lying on the second-floor floor, utterly disheartened.

"What... is the meaning of my existence?"