A Mutual Rush

Looking at Xiao Wu's eager expression, it was clear that her thirst for showing off and throwing her weight around had conquered everything, including the potential for grueling training.

Huang Tian couldn't help but let his mind wander; the Soft Bone Charm Rabbit martial soul and its various Soul Ring skills were, from a mechanical standpoint, quite formidable.

Nonsense, would the Soul Ring and Soul Bone skills specifically arranged by the author for the protagonist be anything less than overpowered?

Teleportation was a rare spatial skill, Charm was a forced crowd-control effect, Invincible Golden Body provided absolute defense, and Void allowed her to ignore physical attacks while weakening energy attacks by fifty percent.

Then there was her seventh soul skill; beyond the Martial Soul Avatar, it could manifest seven energy clones possessing seventy percent of her original strength.

Yet, she always remained a step behind the top-tier powerhouses, such as Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, or Bo Saixi.

The primary reason lay in the inherent limitations of the Soft Bone Charm Rabbit as a soul beast; its base stats simply weren't top-tier.

In a word, it was all flash and no substance.

If he could use cultivation techniques, immortal herbs, scientific training, and other resources to bolster her stats, wouldn't he be able to add a top-tier combatant to his side?

That seemed like a plan with real potential.

According to the script he had set in his dreams, he would either conquer the existing God Realm and drastically rewrite its rules in the future, or he would establish an entirely new one.

His subordinates couldn't afford to be dead weight.

"For these next few days, we'll start with the basics. Come, follow my movements. Once you adapt to the intensity, I'll take you somewhere."

Huang Tian immediately moved the coffee table to the wall, clearing a large space in the center of the room.

He then stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, sank his waist, and held his arms out level.

This was a training method from his past life, but without a body-tempering technique, it would have to suffice for now.

With a mature, scientific system as a reference, he could use specialized movements to deeply train every skeletal muscle; at the very least, it was far better than just knowing how to run while carrying a rock.

As the saying goes, two flowers bloom, each on its own branch.

On one side, Huang Tian was leading Xiao Wu through horse stance training, convict conditioning, fist techniques, and yoga.

On the other side, in a certain faculty dormitory, Tang San was supporting Gangzi as he moved slowly, carefully lowering him onto the sofa.

Even though he had tried his best to avoid touching the injured areas, Gangzi still grimaced and hissed, tears spraying from his eyes.

It wasn't an act; the pain was truly enough to turn his face pale and break him into a cold sweat, leaving him unable to even cry out, only able to let out muffled groans.

In truth, Tang San was also enduring piercing pain, the intensity of which was no less than Gangzi's.

However, his willpower was stronger, and his assassin's instinct made him unwilling to let others see his weaknesses, so he didn't show it, merely furrowing his brows slightly.

The support-type soul master only had twenty-eight levels of soul power, and his first Soul Ring was a white ten-year ring.

Barely managing to recover the most severe injuries for Gangzi was already a feat—such as the two fractures in his chest, the contusion on the back of his head, and several broken ribs.

As for the muscle contusions and skin bruising on his legs, arms, buttocks, and back, those would have to wait until tomorrow morning when the soul master's power fully recovered for another treatment.

Tang San was in a similar state; only his dislocated arm had been treated, while the rest of his injuries were merely covered in medicinal paste.

After trying for a long time, they finally settled into a position that was slightly less agonizing.

Tang San hurriedly asked the question weighing on his mind:

"Teacher, what exactly happened after I lost consciousness?"

Gangzi had been prepared for this; the moment the words left Tang San's mouth, he began to wail, tears streaming down his face like a fountain, even sniffing back snot into his mouth while trying to ignore the disgust.

Anyone watching would have thought this man had been wronged to the absolute limit.

After blubbering for a long time, he acted as if he were barely regaining control of his emotions, saying with extreme indignation:

"Weren't you beaten and injured? My heart ached for you—it ached so much that I grew anxious, and my tone was perhaps a bit harsh. I never expected that Huang Tian, whether out of jealousy that you have such a good teacher as me or because he listened to the slander of others, would seize upon a tiny flaw in my words. He insisted on a soul duel with me, claiming he had to 'teach me a lesson,' and no matter how much everyone tried to persuade him, he wouldn't back down. He didn't even show the slightest respect for the principal; when the principal kindly tried to advise him, he threatened the principal not to interfere in his affairs. I was truly backed into a corner, and with so many people watching—you know how many people in this academy are jealous of me, and even more so after I took you as a disciple—I was eventually forced to accept the challenge."

"What? This injury was caused by Huang Tian? But he's only a one-ring Soul Master!"

Tang San's first reaction wasn't even anger, but utter bewilderment; he was completely stunned.

A nominal outer disciple who had only joined a day ago and was still in his probationary period had actually beaten a sect elder into a state of severe injury?

This question from Sanzi caused Gangzi to howl in grief once more, tears and snot flowing together, soaking the sofa.

Only after Tang San hurriedly apologized and made a vow of irreconcilable hatred toward Huang Tian did he continue his narrative:

"You will understand in the future just how vast the gap is between having one extra Soul Ring, and the difference between a ten-year ring and a hundred-year ring; it is entirely the difference between an adult and a child. I thought to myself, I am a teacher after all; the child is just being mischievous, so I'll just humor him a bit to make him happy and let it pass. How could I truly hold it against a student? I never intended to have a formal soul duel; I thought I would just give him some pointers. I didn't even prepare seriously, and I stood there without moving a muscle. Everyone on the training ground was watching—if you don't believe me, you can ask any student or teacher if I released even a single soul skill at the time. Once the duel started, Huang Tian immediately unleashed three flying spears, then rushed in front of me, throwing a left front kick, a right whip kick, and a left jab—his movements were incredibly flashy."

But I blocked every single one of them, very easily. After blocking, I placed my right fist against his nose, but I didn't strike.

I smiled and prepared to retract my fist, because according to the rules of the Spirit Fight, the match ends at the point of contact, and he had already lost.

If I had exerted force with that punch, I would have broken his nose in one blow.

Yet, the young man did not follow the martial code; he came to deceive and ambush an old man of over fifty years.

Huang Tian actually seized the opportunity to strike suddenly, his heavy fist slamming into my chin. I was careless; I didn't dodge, and I was instantly knocked dizzy.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that I was unconscious and unable to counterattack, he struck wildly. Lacking sufficient strength, he even jumped up to use his body weight and the momentum of his descent to attack my chest, causing me to suffer a severe fracture.

This teacher truly regrets it. Had I known he was so vicious, I would have truly let him know what it means to be humbled."

After Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, he feigned weeping again, secretly observing Tang San from the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction.

Regardless of what others might say, as long as this disciple could be hoodwinked, the future remained promising; everything else was just fleeting clouds.

What he did not know was that while he was doing his utmost to deceive his disciple, exhausting every means to increase the disciple's trust and loyalty and to maintain the dignity of his position so as not to appear too pathetic, on the other side, Tang San was also fretting over not having a good opportunity or a clever method to properly express his loyalty to his teacher.