Flender stood where he was, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Tang San as if he wanted to see through him completely.
"You... those Self-Created Soul Skills were all brought out by you?" Flender's voice was very low, yet every word trembled with disbelief. "Swallow Triple Water-Skimming, Vajra Arhat Fist, Mandarin Duck Chain Kicks... they're all yours?"
Tang San nodded without saying much.
Flender's breathing grew heavier.
He stepped forward and looked Tang San over from head to toe, finding it more unbelievable the longer he looked.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly coughed.
Of course, he knew why Flender found it so unbelievable.
At the same time, he felt embarrassed for himself. Not only had he failed to teach his disciple anything, he had instead learned quite a few Self-Created Soul Skills from his disciple.
"Flender, Little San has Twin Martial Souls, and his father is the Clear Sky Douluo!"
Yu Xiaogang walked up to Flender and told him Tang San's identity in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Flender's whole body shuddered. Only then did he understand why Yu Xiaogang, Tang San's master, could not produce any Self-Created Soul Skills while Tang San could.
Since Tang San was Tang Hao's son, everything made sense.
The Clear Sky Sect was famous for being the sect with the greatest number of Self-Created Soul Skills!
Flender rubbed his hands together and suddenly leaned forward. A smile Yu Xiaogang knew well spread across his gaunt face.
That smile held a hint of ingratiation, a hint of urgency, and the shrewd business-mindedness unique to the headmaster of Shrek Academy.
"Xiao Gang." Flender placed a hand on Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, his tone as affectionate as if they were brothers reunited after years apart. "How many years have we known