Left Brain Attacks Right Brain

Tang San's eyes flashed with sharp light, his fists clenched tight, as if he had found a beacon in life.

Yu Xiaogang listened to the admiration around him, finally unable to suppress the corner of his mouth from curling upward. He pressed his hands down, signaling everyone to quiet.

"Second point."

Grandmaster raised a second finger, his gaze turning sharp, as if he had grasped the truth of the world:

"The magnitude of Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of the spirit."

"In other words, the stronger the spirit, the higher the Innate Soul Power upon awakening. Innate Full Soul Power often signifies top-tier spirit quality. And those with only half a rank of Innate Soul Power or none at all... usually have extremely low spirit quality."

"Hiss--!!!"

Another wave of sharp intakes of breath.

"So incisive!"

"Grandmaster saw through the pattern in one glance! A divine man!"

"Too strong... to be able to summarize such a pattern, how many books must he have read?"

Listening to the chorus of "divine man" and "too strong" ringing in his ears, Yu Xiaogang felt every pore on his body open wide, his whole self floating like an immortal.

Su Yun, head bowed, was rapidly... drawing little turtles in his notebook with his pen.

But his mouth kept echoing.

"Incisive! Too incisive! Worthy of Grandmaster!"

However.

In Su Yun's tactical earpiece, the voices of the Earth scientists, who had been discussing heatedly, suddenly vanished.

After a few seconds of dead silence.

A logic professor's voice, tinged with confusion and oddity, broke the quiet:

"Wait... this isn't right."

"001, this guy's logic... doesn't it feel a bit like... his left hand fighting his right?"

He stared at the two theories just recorded on the screen, his brow furrowed.

"If Innate Soul Power is proportional to quality, then low soul power means low-quality spirit. Since spirits have high and low quality distinctions, doesn't that mean there are waste spirits?"

"Then his first theory, that there are no waste spirits, isn't that slapping himself in the face?"

The corner of Su Yun's mouth finally curled into a smirk he had been expecting.

Finally caught on, huh?

"Tap, tap, tap."

Hearing the expert's complaint in his earpiece, Su Yun's pen suddenly tapped against the desk, producing a crisp sound that interrupted Grandmaster's self-indulgence.

"Um... sorry to interrupt, Grandmaster."

Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses, his brow slightly furrowed, his tone puzzled.

"Don't these two theories of yours... kind of have your left brain fighting your right brain?"

The entire venue fell silent.

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, his brow furrowed slightly, looking at the sunglasses-wearing kid before him.

"What do you mean? What fighting?"

Su Yun wore an innocent expression of eager inquiry:

"Grandmaster, let's deduce this."

"Your second theory, translated, means: the higher the Innate Soul Power, the more top-tier the spirit. The lower the Innate Soul Power, the more trash the spirit."

Su Yun pointed at a nearby Blue Silver Grass: "Alright, Blue Silver Grass has zero Innate Soul Power. According to your second standard, it's the trash of trash. That's the logic you yourself admitted, right?"

"Since you've already admitted that waste spirits exist in the world..."

Su Yun suddenly raised his voice, spreading his hands, his face full of absurdity:

"Then your first theory, shouted so loudly, that there are no waste spirits—are you just fooling everyone like a bunch of idiots?"

"One sentence says it's trash, the next says it's not."

"Are you putting on a show of your left brain attacking your right brain?"

The entire venue was dead silent.

All the Work-Study Students stared wide-eyed, their minds racing.

Su Yun gave Yu Xiaogang no chance to catch his breath, pressing step by step:

"If Blue Silver Grass really isn't trash, then why does it have no Innate Soul Power? Why does it cultivate slowly? Why can't it beat other spirits?"

"If it is trash, isn't that just shifting the blame for the spirit's inherent flaws onto the soul master not working hard enough?"

Su Yun closed his notebook, leaning his body slightly forward, staring at Yu Xiaogang's stiff face.

"Grandmaster, your theory, when translated, is essentially an extreme form of talent-based success-worship."

"In your subconscious, those with top-tier martial souls and noble births are naturally good soul masters in your eyes, even if they coast on their advantages."

"But for commoners who awaken hoes or Blue Silver Grass, no matter how hard they struggle to survive, if they can't break through due to talent limitations, they become, in your words, 'trash who aren't trying hard enough'!"

As his words fell, the atmosphere among the Work-Study Students, who had only been watching the spectacle, suddenly shifted.

A long-suppressed sense of grievance and anger spread through the crowd like wildfire.

"I want to ask this Grandmaster!"

A scrawny Work-Study Student gritted his teeth, tears welling in his eyes as he pointed at his own chest:

"We may not have talent or a good birth, but we've never done anything against heaven or reason! We give our all every single day!"

"Why is it that, in your mouth, our failure is deserved? Is our desperate struggle just proof that we're useless in your eyes?!"

"We want to get stronger too! But who ever gave us a chance?!"

The Work-Study Students' roars rose one after another, their eyes fixed on Yu Xiaogang with fury.

It wasn't the respect owed to a teacher, but the backlash of being humiliated by an arrogant theory from someone above them.

Faced with this impassioned scene, Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale, and he instinctively shuffled backward.

His proud theory, in the face of these lower-class children's calloused hands and blood-stained cries, seemed utterly pale and cruel.

Su Yun watched this scene, his gaze growing even colder.

He turned his head, looking at Yu Xiaogang again, delivering the final verdict on this farce:

"See that, Grandmaster?"

"This isn't encouraging the weak—it's making excuses for the strong's arrogance, while stomping on the weak's dignity one more time!"

"You admit genes determine strength, then shout that hard work can change everything, and finally pin all the blame for failure on the victims."

Su Yun adjusted his sunglasses, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth:

"Grandmaster, you're not a master of theory—you're peddling poisonous chicken soup."

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned deathly pale. He froze in place, his lips trembling, but unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

"This... this is the dialectical relationship of theory! You don't understand! What does a kid like you know?!"

The Grandmaster was getting flustered.

To salvage his face, he hastily threw out his proudest discovery.

"You're still too young, only fixated on words! True theory lies in innovation! Take my Martial Soul Mimicry Theory, for example!"

The Grandmaster stood up, his voice rising an octave.

"I've discovered that plant-type martial souls aren't limited to absorbing plant spirit rings! Under specific conditions, plant-type soul masters can completely absorb beast-type spirit rings! This is a great discovery that breaks the boundaries of species!"

At these words, the entire crowd was shocked again.

Even Tang San was moved—this was truly unheard of!

But Su Yun remained calm, leaning back in his chair, twirling the pen in his hand like an interviewer sizing up a boastful job candidate, and asked flatly:

"Oh? A great discovery? Sounds impressive indeed."

Su Yun looked at Yu Xiaogang, a faint smile playing at his lips.

He didn't care at all whether this theory was right or wrong, but he keenly sensed that behind it, there must be some hidden secret. He decided to bluff Yu Xiaogang.

And the simplest way to bluff someone was to deny them!

"So, Grandmaster, where did you get the source material for this conclusion?"

Yu Xiaogang was taken aback: "What?"

"Grandmaster, science demands rigor. In my hometown, any conclusion must be based on large-sample, randomized, double-blind testing."

"You say plants can absorb beast souls—where is your experimental data sample?"

Su Yun raised one finger.

"Did you test it yourself? Are you a plant-type martial soul?"

Su Yun raised a second finger.

"Or did you find volunteers for live experiments? What was the sample size? Ten? A hundred?"

"And did you set up a control group? Under the same conditions, how many succeeded, and how many died from rejection reactions?"

"Even..."

Su Yun looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, his tone turning slightly contemptuous as he pointed out the most fatal flaw.

"Forgive my bluntness, but with your strength, you probably don't have the ability to hunt high-level spirit beasts for experiments, do you?"

"You have neither personal experience nor the funds to conduct experiments..."