My Space Martial Soul, Gangzi Wants Me to Focus on Defense

At Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, the usual calm of the classroom was utterly shattered.

The students whispered in hushed voices, yet they could not conceal the tension hanging in the air.

"Jiang Ming! Do you know what nonsense you're spouting?!"

Yu Xiaogang's face had flushed red, his chest heaving violently.

Jiang Ming stood tall, in stark contrast to the furious Yu Xiaogang.

"For a Space-type Martial Soul, there has only ever been one correct path of cultivation—the defense path!"

"Your so-called [Space Type origin] is complete nonsense! You're misleading people and deviating from the mainstream path of cultivation in the Soul Master world!"

Yu Xiaogang slammed his hand onto the desk. His usually placid dead-fish eyes now churned with raging waves.

The students' gazes shifted back and forth between the Grandmaster and Jiang Ming. No one dared to interrupt the confrontation.

"I don't believe I'm misleading anyone. I'm merely stating the true potential of a Space-type Martial Soul."

"The core of a Space-type Martial Soul has never been defense, but the very properties of space itself."

"Shattering, cutting, displacement, confinement, folding... these are the innate gifts of the Space Type and where its greatest potential lies."

"A Space-type Martial Soul already possesses the ability to redirect attacks. Adding defensive Soul Ring skills on top of that would be completely redundant."

Jiang Ming spoke slowly, his voice clear and resolute.

As a transmigrator,

he naturally knew just how much substance this so-called Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang actually had.

He also knew the potential that had been buried within Space-type Martial Souls.

"Your cultivation method is completely wrong. I refuse to cultivate according to your theories!"

Jiang Ming raised his eyes to Yu Xiaogang and spoke calmly.

Yu Xiaogang drew a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself.

Being questioned by others was commonplace!

What he needed to do was strike back!

"I have studied Martial Soul theory for decades. The Ten Core Competitiveness Theories have long been validated by countless Soul Masters!"

"Space-type Martial Souls are innately weak in defense. This is an inborn flaw that must be strengthened through Soul Rings if one is to gain a foothold in the Soul Master world!"

"I have already planned the optimal Soul Ring choices for you. Your target should be turtle-type or shell-type Soul Beasts over a hundred years old."

"These Soul Beasts naturally possess high defense. By absorbing their Soul Rings, you can obtain defensive Soul Skills."

"You must trust me. I am your teacher. I would never harm you."

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at Jiang Ming, trying to pressure him with his status as a "teacher."

"No matter what type of Soul Master one is, one must value one's own defense."

"I do not deny that!"

"But I would like to ask you, theoretical Grandmaster, why should the Space Type absorb defensive Soul Skills?"

"The strongest defense of the Space Type has never been [taking attacks head-on], but [making attacks unable to hit]."

"Space folding can hide one within the cracks of space; spatial distortion can alter the trajectory of attacks."

"These are defensive methods unique to the Space Type, superior to all other forms of defense."

"Absorbing a turtle-type Soul Ring would only grant the lowest form of hard defense. It would merely turn the Space Type into a bizarre, mismatched [defense-type] Martial Soul."

Jiang Ming directly ignored Yu Xiaogang and spoke with a calm expression.

"Because the Space Type has no offensive means! It can only improve its own defense and create opportunities for its teammates!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression had already become somewhat twisted.

A mere seven-year-old child had disregarded him again and again.

Damn it!

This was utterly infuriating!

"The Space Type lacks offensive means, you say? Then let me ask... does a spatial rift count as an attack?"

"Once a spatial rift forms, it can effortlessly tear apart even the hardest steel. No matter how strong a Soul Master's defense is, can it withstand space itself tearing apart?"

"Rather than turning a Space-type Soul Master into a 'moving turtle,' it would be better to fully develop the Space Type's true origin abilities. That is the true path of the Space Type."

Jiang Ming raised his hand slightly and lightly tapped the desk a few times.

"What does a child know? I have studied Martial Souls for decades. Can a mere little Soul Scholar like you possibly understand the Space Type better than I do?"

"The defensive path has been proven effective by countless Soul Masters. Every predecessor of the Space Type walked this path! You're just a brat, yet you dare deny the experience of those who came before you?"

Yu Xiaogang's lips twitched a few times as he forced himself to say those words.

Everyone else did it this way, so why couldn't you?

Why did you have to be so special?

Were all of us not as smart as you?

That was more or less what Yu Xiaogang meant.

But Jiang Ming did not buy it at all!

He did not argue. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand.

A wisp of colorless, transparent spatial power quietly gathered.

No Soul Ring light appeared, nor was there any sign of a Soul Skill being released. There was only a faint, nearly imperceptible fluctuation of Soul Power.

The entire class held its breath, their eyes fixed tightly on Jiang Ming's palm.

The next second...

The air ahead began to distort slightly, rippling with faint waves.

A shocking scene unfolded!

The theoretical notes on the desk first shifted slightly forward.

Then, they were torn apart by an invisible force, splitting in half down the middle!

There had been no contact from any external force throughout the process.

"Grandmaster, did you see me use a Soul Skill?"

Jiang Ming lifted his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang, whose expression was growing uglier by the second.

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang had just begun to speak when Jiang Ming interrupted him.

"You said the Space Type had no offensive ability. I just let you witness it with your own eyes."

"You said the Space Type had no defensive ability. I also showed you an object moving through thin air."

"Since the Space Type itself can already do this, wouldn't giving it a defensive Soul Ring be like taking off your pants just to fart?"

"Space is space. It does not need Soul Rings to imitate the abilities of other types. Its path lies within itself!"

Jiang Ming's demonstration and words struck Yu Xiaogang's heart like a heavy hammer, and they struck the hearts of every student present as well.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Jiang Ming, their faces filled with shock.

Yu Xiaogang stood behind the lectern, his complexion gradually shifting from flushed red to ashen green.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute him.

Yet he found himself unable to argue.

Jiang Ming's demonstration was right before his eyes!

No Soul Skill, no Soul Ring!

Yet he had achieved Space Shift and spatial cutting!

It completely overturned everything Yu Xiaogang had believed for decades.

Humiliation and fury surged wildly through his heart. Yu Xiaogang could no longer suppress them and viciously slammed his palm against the lectern!

Bang!

The thunderous sound made the entire classroom tremble slightly.

"Arrogant! Spouting utter nonsense!"

"You're just a seven-year-old brat, a Soul Scholar who doesn't even have a Soul Ring!"

"What right do you have to question the results of my decades of research?!"

"What right do you have to deny the experience accumulated by generations of the entire Soul Master world?!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Jiang Ming, his body trembling slightly with rage.