Yu Xiaogang Panting Like an Ox

However, Tang San was, after all, a person of meticulous mind.

He carefully ruminated on the long-winded speech Yu Xiaogang had just delivered.

If this person is not boasting, if he truly published that masterpiece called the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, and if he is as learned and talented as he claims to be...

Tang San calculated secretly in his heart:

Then his attainments in the theory of martial souls must be terrifying! Since I am a newcomer here and wish to understand the cultivation system of this world more deeply, taking such a martial soul master as my teacher is indeed an excellent choice.

Furthermore, the concept that "a teacher for a day is a father for life" was deeply ingrained in Tang San's mind.

He was not averse to finding a patron.

Just as Tang San weighed the pros and cons, reached a decision in his heart, and prepared to kneel on both knees to perform the grand ceremony of apprenticeship, a cold, mocking laugh, extremely abrupt and filled with undisguised derision, suddenly rang out from the side.

"Heh..."

Xue Bingchen, standing to the side with his arms crossed, glanced down at Yu Xiaogang from his superior position, his tone full of playfulness:

"Oh? You say you are a martial soul master? But how is it that I perceive... the soul power fluctuation in your body is only a mere level twenty-nine?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale!

Xue Bingchen, however, had no intention of stopping; his words were heart-piercing, each one like a resounding slap, fiercely striking Yu Xiaogang across the face.

"Looking at your age, you must be nearly fifty, right? You've lived half a lifetime, yet you only have the cultivation of a level twenty-nine Soul Grand Master. Is this what you call 'there are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters'?"

"You yourself are a piece of trash who hasn't even reached level thirty despite being over fifty years old. How can a person like you have the audacity to want to take a genius with Innate Full Soul Power as a disciple? Aren't you just misleading the youth?!"

Stung in his most painful spot, Yu Xiaogang's body trembled violently. He pointed at Xue Bingchen, shaking with rage:

"You... you are spouting nonsense! My situation is due to a martial soul mutation..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Xue Bingchen interrupted him mercilessly, and then, he dropped an even heavier bombshell!

"And that so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul you were just bragging about..."

Xue Bingchen's lips curled into a sarcastic sneer, his gaze piercing toward Yu Xiaogang like a blade:

"If I recall correctly, those theories are clearly the precious experiences summarized by the sages of the Martial Soul Hall through the blood and lives of countless high-level soul masters, aren't they?"

"You simply relied on the convenience of loitering in the Martial Soul Hall's library back in the day, piecing together the crystallization of the wisdom of your predecessors, changing the packaging slightly, and then shamelessly signing your own name to it to swindle people everywhere!"

"As a level twenty-nine piece of trash who has never even personally absorbed a thousand-year soul ring, how did you derive the limit age for a Soul Elder to absorb a thousand-year soul ring? By dreaming it up?!"

BOOM!!!

Xue Bingchen's words were like a bolt of lightning from the blue, fiercely striking Tang San's mind!

Tang San widened his eyes, his face full of shock.

He subconsciously gasped, his footsteps retreating repeatedly, instantly widening the distance between himself and Yu Xiaogang.

In his previous life, Tang San was a member of the Tang Sect. What did the Tang Sect hate most?

Aside from betrayal, it was thieves who stole martial arts and deceived the world for fame!

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose face had turned the color of liver, with icy eyes, and a murderous intent suddenly surged in his heart.

So... the person before me is actually an academic thief who deceives the world for fame! He is a piece of trash who hasn't even broken through level thirty at fifty years old!

He saw that I was young and didn't understand the outside world, so he came here to pose as some master, trying to trick me into taking him as my teacher?

If I really took him as my teacher, wouldn't I become the laughingstock of the entire soul master world?!

Thinking of this, the right hand Tang San had hidden in his sleeve had already silently gripped the trigger of his Silent Sleeve Arrow.

This person is extremely hypocritical and wants to ruin my future...

A cold, murderous intent flashed in Tang San's eyes as he passed a death sentence on Yu Xiaogang in his heart.

He has already embarked on the path to his own demise!

Martial soul defect!

Unable to break through level thirty for life!

These few short words were like a rusty, blunt knife, fiercely stabbing into the depths of Yu Xiaogang's heart, and then twisting wildly inside!

This was the pain of Yu Xiaogang's life, the most untouchable reverse scale in the deepest part of his heart!

Now, this bloody scar was being ruthlessly torn open in public by a white-haired youth of unknown origin!

"BOOM!"

An indescribable sense of shame and fury rushed to the top of his head. Yu Xiaogang's face, which had already been flushed with anger, instantly turned the color of liver.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot and turned a deep red. His chest heaved violently, and heavy, ragged breaths sprayed from his nostrils; he was like a wild boar driven to a dead end, panting like an ox.

And when he turned his head, hoping to find a shred of comfort, he saw a scene that made him collapse even further.

He saw that Tang San—the "heaven-chosen disciple" he had been longing for and believed to be a gift from the heavens—was currently looking at him with an extremely guarded, even disdainful and murderous gaze, and was stepping backward without hesitation, completely widening the distance between them!

This action, as if dodging a plague god, completely ignited the final fuse of Yu Xiaogang's sanity!

"Insolent! You bold madman!"

Yu Xiaogang was furious to the extreme, his composure shattering as he roared, his voice so sharp it even cracked:

"What kind of thing are you? Do you even know who I am?!"

He puffed out his chest, attempting to use his past glory to overwhelm the ignorant youth before him, and bellowed:

"I am one of the 'Golden Iron Triangle' who once shook the entire Douluo Continent! The Triangle of Wisdom, Yu Xiaogang!"

"Everything you just said is utter nonsense! Do you have any idea how much damage your ignorance and arrogance have caused to a great scholar who has dedicated his entire life to the research of Spirit Master theory?!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Xue Bingchen's nose, his finger trembling violently:

"You are young, yet you act with such arrogance and tyranny. You truly have no shred of reverence for the seniors of the Spirit Master world, nor for the world-renowned Golden Iron Triangle!"

This rapid-fire barrage of angry roars echoed at the entrance of Notting Academy.

It must be said, Yu Xiaogang's hoarse, self-righteous display actually managed to startle the worldly-inexperienced Tang San for a moment.

"Golden Iron Triangle? Renowned across the continent?"

Tang San's tightly furrowed brows lifted slightly, and the finger he had already hooked onto the trigger of his Sleeve Arrow relaxed just a fraction.