Su Chen Beats Tang San, Dugu Bo Makes a Move!

Just as the familiar system prompt was about to sound, but before the system panel had fully popped up.

Knock, knock, knock.

A burst of knocking also came, most disappointingly.

Immediately after, a maid's respectful voice sounded from outside the door:

"Mr. Su, there's a gentleman downstairs who calls himself a Master. He says he has something extremely important and insists on seeing you."

Master?

Su Chen's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

On this Douluo Continent, daring to shamelessly call himself a Master, and being so tactless as to disturb others, there was probably only that one person.

"Let him in."

Su Chen said calmly.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with a buzz cut, an extremely ordinary appearance, and even a somewhat stiff and rigid demeanor, walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

He wore a plain, washed-out colored robe.

Although he had no aura of a strong person about him, his high-held chin and cloudy eyes, which seemed to see through all the truths of the world, exuded an inexplicable sense of superiority.

It was Yu Xiaogang!

Upon entering the room, Yu Xiaogang did not stand on ceremony. His gaze went directly over the coffee table, and with the posture of a superior, he looked Su Chen up and down from a high vantage point.

"You are Su Chen?"

Yu Xiaogang spoke, his voice carrying a lecturing tone.

Su Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, merely blowing away the foam on the surface of his tea as he pleased.

Seeing Su Chen's dismissive attitude, a hint of displeasure flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, but he did not lash out. Instead, he continued on his own:

"I was in the audience just now and heard your story."

"I must say, your imagination is very rich. Those so-called special physiques and innate divine bones are quite cleverly fabricated."

At this point, Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, his tone carrying undisguised contempt:

"But in the end, storytelling is just a lowly profession for entertainment, a mere trick of craftsmanship that cannot be brought to the table."

"I observed you carefully in the audience just now. There is not the slightest fluctuation of soul power on your body. Clearly, you are just an ordinary person who hasn't even awakened his martial soul."

"On this Douluo Continent where strength reigns supreme, without soul power, even if you weave your stories into flowers, in a hundred years, you will be nothing more than a handful of forgotten loess."

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's extremely conceited long-winded speech.

Su Chen was amused to the point of laughter.

He put down his teacup and looked at the continent's most notorious waste with great interest.

"So?" Su Chen asked back indifferently.

Yu Xiaogang thought Su Chen's sore spot had been hit, and the arrogance in his eyes grew even stronger.

He suddenly straightened his chest, his hands behind his back, striking a pose of a profound and inscrutable master:

"I am Yu Xiaogang, and the world respectfully calls me Master."

"The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, revered as a canon in the soul master world, originated from my hands."

"Today, I am making an exception and giving you an opportunity."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Su Chen, as if bestowing a great favor upon him, and said word by word:

"Kneel down and take me as your master."

"Although you are a cripple without soul power, I have noticed some spirituality in your theory and imagination."

"As long as you are willing to join my sect, I will be able to show you a clear path, allowing you to rely on theoretical research to gain a foothold in this soul master world and be respected."

"This is a thousand times better than being a storyteller entertaining people in this restaurant!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the entire lounge seemed to freeze at that moment.

Su Chen sat quietly on the grand tutor's chair, looking at the self-important middle-aged man before him as if he were an idiot.

A person who could never break through level twenty-nine in his life, a supreme waste who packaged himself by plagiarizing information from Martial Soul Hall.

He actually came to him, a storyteller who had just narrated the tales of the Desolate Heaven Emperor who stood alone against eternity and the Emperor Wu Shi who suppressed all ages, and told him to kneel and become his disciple?

And he shamelessly claimed to show him a clear path?

The next second, Su Chen had no intention of indulging him any further. He looked at Yu Xiaogang and grinned:

"You want me to kneel and take you as my master?"

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was full of arrogance as if he had bestowed a great favor, Su Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

Then, the chuckle grew louder and louder.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yu Xiaogang's brow furrowed, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, his tone laced with annoyance.

He had expected that once he revealed his identity as a Grandmaster, this storyteller without any soul power would immediately prostrate himself in gratitude.

He never imagined such a reaction!

On the high platform, Su Chen slowly stopped laughing.

Then, the smile on his face gradually faded.

"Laughing at your boastful and shameless words!"

"Relying on your so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul?"

"It's merely leveraging the connections of a certain woman back then, flipping through some common knowledge and manuscripts left by predecessors in the Martial Soul Hall's library."

"Then piecing these things together, casually organizing them, and shamelessly putting your name on it, making it public."

"Do you really think everyone in this world is blind, unaware of how you gained that stolen reputation?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Xiaogang's previously arrogant expression instantly froze.

An unnatural flush spread from his neck to his entire face, and the finger pointing at Su Chen trembled:

"You... you're talking nonsense!"

"My theories were derived from countless deductions and research, how dare you, a mere brat, slander me like this!"

"Deductions? Research?"

Su Chen sneered, showing him no mercy.

"A supreme waste who can never break through level twenty-nine, unable to even resolve the flaws of his own martial soul."

"A coward who, when faced with emotional issues, lacks the courage to confront them and only knows how to flee like a stray dog!"

"Being a failure yourself, you then think of taking on a genius disciple to prove you're not a failure."

Saying this, Su Chen slammed the table and leaned forward slightly:

"A hypocrite like you, who steals fame and is timid as a mouse."

"You think you're worthy of me, Su Chen, kneeling to become your disciple?"

"What kind of trash are you!"

Hearing Su Chen's words, Yu Xiaogang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Stealing Martial Soul Hall's information, evading Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong's affections, being stuck at level twenty-nine for life...

These scars he had desperately hidden were now being exposed by a mere storyteller.

"You, you..."

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of blood rush to his chest, his vision suddenly darkened, and he was so enraged that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. His legs went weak, and he nearly fell to the ground.

"Shut up!"

Just then, accompanied by a furious roar, a blue figure shot in from outside the door.

It was Tang San, who, unable to rest easy about his teacher, had quietly followed him upstairs!

Tang San stepped in front of Yu Xiaogang, reaching out to support his swaying teacher.

Then, he looked up at Su Chen, a strange purple light flashing in his eyes.

Purple Demon Eye!

"A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime!"

"My teacher is the world's number one theoretical master. For him to take an interest in you is a blessing from your ancestors!"

"You, a frog in a well with no soul power, not only fail to show gratitude but dare to spout nonsense and insult my teacher!"

Saying this, Tang San took a deep breath and slowly reached for the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

"Get off that chair immediately and kowtow to my teacher to apologize!"

"Otherwise, you are courting death!"

Courting death?

Hearing this classic line, and seeing Tang San's extremely hypocritical face, as if he represented justice.

Su Chen completely lost his patience.

"The master is a hypocrite, and the disciple he taught is also a green tea boy full of schemes."

After speaking, Su Chen slowly stood up and looked down at Tang San:

"Today, I'll see just what kind of death you'll meet by 'courting death'."

"You're seeking death!"

Seeing that Su Chen not only refused to apologize but dared to mock him, Tang San could no longer suppress the killing intent in his eyes.

Swish, swish, swish!

He waved his right hand fiercely, without needing to chant soul incantations, nor even releasing his martial soul.

Three extremely concealed Bone-Piercing Nails shot silently toward Su Chen's three fatal vitals: his face, throat, and heart!

The strike was the ruthless and extreme hidden weapon of the Tang Sect!

Furthermore, at such close range, Tang San had absolute confidence that even a Spirit King-level expert would be unable to dodge this attack if caught off guard!

However, facing the poison-tipped nails arriving in an instant, Su Chen did not even blink, nor did he make a single move to dodge.

He simply raised his right hand with extreme casualness, his wide sleeve sweeping lightly through the air.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

In a flash, three crisp sounds of metal colliding rang out.

Those poison-tipped hidden weapons, capable of piercing metal and shattering stone, seemed to have struck some insurmountable divine iron; they instantly lost all momentum and fell powerlessly to the floor.

"What?!"

Seeing this, Tang San's pupils constricted violently, and a stormy sea surged in his heart.

His hidden weapons, which he took such pride in, had been broken by the other party with such an understated flick of a sleeve?

Was he not just an ordinary person without spirit power?

However, before Tang San could recover from his shock.

Swish!

Su Chen's figure before him blurred.

In the next second, a large hand tore through the air, appearing directly in front of Tang San with a crushing sense of pressure!

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Terrified out of his wits, Tang San frantically circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, his footwork shifting in a bizarre pattern as he attempted to retreat rapidly.

But it was too slow!

Before Su Chen's absolute power, his prized Tang Sect techniques were even more laughable than a crawling tortoise!

Slap!!!

With a loud crack echoing through the lounge, Su Chen's palm landed solidly on Tang San's right cheek!

"Pfft!"

In the next second, before Tang San could even let out a scream, his entire body was sent flying backward.

Not only that, but his teeth were knocked out, and half of his cheek instantly collapsed, swelling up like a pig's head.

"San!!!"

Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, saw this scene and his eyes nearly split from rage.

But his meager level twenty-nine spirit power gave him no qualification to even approach at this moment.

Following this, Su Chen gave Tang San no chance to catch his breath.

He reached out with a backhand, grabbed Tang San by the collar, and hoisted him off the ground as if he were a dead dog.

"With such pathetic tricks, you dare to boast shamelessly before This Seat?"

Su Chen looked at the Tang San before him, his eyes devoid of the slightest pity.

Immediately, he exerted sudden force with his arm.

"Get out!"

With Su Chen's casual toss, Tang San was thrown out on the spot, smashing the sturdy mahogany door into splinters.

At this moment, in the first-floor lobby, the crowd that had not yet dispersed was gathered in small groups, discussing the earth-shattering suspense of the Supreme Bone and the Double Pupil.

Suddenly!

A sound of rushing air and the loud crash of splintering wood erupted from above.

The crowd instinctively looked up.

With a dull thud, a blue figure slammed heavily into the center of the lobby's wooden floor, creating a massive crater in the hard, century-old ironwood!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dust rose into the air.

"Pfft!"

In the crater, Tang San's body twitched violently, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. He was barely breathing, having completely passed out.

Seeing this, everyone widened their eyes, staring in stunned silence at the bloody, unconscious figure in the pit.

What was going on?

"San!"

At the edge of the crowd, Zhao Wuji, who had been feeling quite sullen, gasped in shock after recognizing the face in the pit.

He never imagined that in the brief moment he had been distracted, Tang San would be thrown down from upstairs!

This caused Zhao Wuji's eyes to instantly bloodshot; the violent aura of a Spirit Saint erupted from his body, and he stomped his foot, preparing to charge forward and fight to the death.

However, before Zhao Wuji could take a single step.

A foul, sweet-smelling, sickly green poisonous mist erupted violently from the corner of the main hall!

The mist spread with terrifying speed, and wherever it passed, the sturdy tables and chairs were instantly corroded into blackened pus, emitting a sizzling sound.

"Ah, my martial soul!"

Several soul masters who were standing too close accidentally brushed against a wisp of the poison, and they immediately let out shrill, miserable screams as the soul power on their bodies was devoured at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This sudden turn of events plunged the entire hall into instant panic.

The crowd scrambled backward in terror, while at the center of the sickly green mist, a figure emerged.

An old man dressed in green robes with white hair and a white beard stepped slowly out.

It was none other than the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

At this moment, the previous tentative expression on Dugu Bo's gaunt, aged face had vanished, replaced by a look of fury as he gazed at the half-dead Tang San lying in the deep crater.

"Little monster..."

This Tang San had not only helped him purge the lethal poison from his body but had also become a close friend with whom he could discuss anything!

He was the person Dugu Bo valued most in this world, aside from his granddaughter Yanyan!

And now, someone had dared to beat his little monster into this half-dead, wretched state right before his eyes!

"Good! A very good storyteller indeed!"

At this thought, Dugu Bo snapped his head up, glaring in the direction of Su Chen.

In an instant, the terrifying pressure of a level 92 Titled Douluo enveloped the entire Listening Rain Pavilion!

Not only that, but the phantom of a massive Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor, dozens of feet long, covered in emerald scales and sporting two horns on its head, roared wildly as it coalesced behind Dugu Bo!

"You dare lay a hand on this old man's close friend!"

"Su Chen!"

"Today, this old man will surely see to it that your Listening Rain Pavilion, along with you yourself..."

"Is reduced to a puddle of toxic sludge!"