Dai Mubai sneered, folded his arms across his chest, and retorted without the slightest courtesy:
"Headmaster, stop pulling my leg.
An opportunity?
Taking a Soul Grandmaster in his twenties as my master—that's the opportunity you mean?
How old was he already? He hadn't even broken through to level thirty as a Soul Elder, had he?"
"What do you know?!"
Flender became anxious and hurriedly explained:
"Don't be fooled by Xiaogang's current Soul Power being only level twenty-nine. It's because his Martial Soul underwent a malignant mutation when it awakened!
It wasn't because his talent was lacking; heaven was playing a cruel joke on him!
If not for that Martial Soul mutation, with the talent of his direct Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan bloodline, his achievements would definitely not have been beneath mine by now!"
"A Martial Soul mutation?" Dai Mubai curled his lip, disbelief written all over his face.
There were plenty of people with mutated Martial Souls on the Douluo Continent. If the mutation had ruined it, then it was ruined. What was with all those excuses?
Seeing that Dai Mubai did not believe him, Flender continued to raise the stakes:
"Even if his Soul Power isn't high, his theoretical knowledge is absolutely number one on the entire continent!
His Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul was the crystallization of painstaking effort, compiled from the experiences of countless Soul Masters!"
"Give me a break, Headmaster."
Dai Mubai cut Flender off mercilessly, his tone dripping with mockery:
"That so-called Ten Core Competencies sounds incredibly cheap to me! Let me ask you the simplest question: a Soul Grandmaster who was stuck at level twenty-nine his entire life and had never even seen what a third Spirit Ring looked like—what gave him the right to guide Soul Elders, Soul Ancestors, or even