Qin Feng: Yu Xiaogang, you useless coward! Yu Xiaogang's defenses shattered!

"Oh..."

Qin Feng drew out the syllable, a look of sudden realization dawning on his face.

"So it's you."

Just as Yu Xiaogang assumed the other party had finally remembered to apologize, Qin Feng curled his lips and spat out a sentence that left the entire arena breathless:

"The fake master who only knows how to plagiarize and spout nonsense?"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Liu Erlong froze.

Flender's glasses slid down to the tip of his nose.

Tang San jerked his head up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and even Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling widened their eyes in shock.

A fake master?

In an era where his soul master theories were held as the gold standard, someone actually dared to point at Yu Xiaogang's nose in public and call him a fake master?

"What did you say?!"

Yu Xiaogang bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

His reputation and his theories were the things he cared about most in this life.

Because his own talent was lacking, he had pinned all his dignity onto those theoretical studies.

This "fake master" remark was practically digging up his ancestral grave.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Qin Feng spread his hands, looking innocent.

"You claim to have the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories, so tell me, how many of those were verified through your own experiments?"

"And how many were just copied from the summaries of predecessors in the Martial Soul Hall Library?"

"There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters? Do you even believe that yourself? Then why are you still a level 29 Soul Grand Master after all these years?"

Every word from Qin Feng was like a sharp blade, precisely piercing Yu Xiaogang's most painful spots.

"You... you are slandering me!"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage, his face turning from blue to white.

"My theories were derived through rigorous deduction! My Ten Core Competitiveness Theories are the treasures of the soul master world!"

"What do you, a mere junior, know about theory? What right do you have to judge me here?!"

He spoke with harsh severity, attempting to mask his inner panic with volume.

"You are simply twisting logic to suit your narrative!"

Yu Xiaogang's face was flushed red, spittle flying as he shouted; in his shame-induced rage, there was not a shred of a master's composure left.

He pointed at Tang San beside him, his voice rising an octave:

"There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters! Little San is the best proof! His Blue Silver Grass is a publicly recognized trash martial soul, yet under my guidance, he not only cultivates at lightning speed but is invincible among his peers... If you hadn't relied on external items, how could you have possibly beaten him?"

Hearing this, the surrounding audience, who had been wavering, felt there might be some truth to it.

After all, Tang San's previous performance had indeed been eye-catching.

Qin Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang as if he were an idiot, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips.

"A publicly recognized trash martial soul?"

"Master Yu, have you read yourself into a stupor? Have you ever seen anyone with Innate Full Soul Power awaken a trash Blue Silver Grass?"

"It is common knowledge in the soul master world that the level of Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul. If it were ordinary Blue Silver Grass, one would be lucky to have even half a level of Innate Soul Power. Tang San has Innate Full Soul Power, which proves his Blue Silver Grass is either not ordinary, or..."

Qin Feng paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over the left hand Tang San was hiding behind his back.

"Or he possesses Twin Martial Souls."

Boom!

This sentence struck like a thunderbolt, exploding in the ears of Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

Tang San's pupils constricted, his heart skipping a beat.

How does he know?!

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale; it was the terror of having his deepest secret exposed.

Qin Feng didn't give them a chance to catch their breath, continuing his assault:

"Whether it's a beneficial mutation or Twin Martial Souls, it proves that Tang San's talent stems from himself or his bloodline. Does it have a single cent to do with your 'no trash martial souls' bullshit?"

"And even if we take a step back, if your theory really holds water, then how do you explain yourself?"

Qin Feng stepped forward, staring Yu Xiaogang down.

"Born into the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Family, possessing a top-tier mutated beast martial soul, yet stuck at level twenty-nine your entire life."

"You say there are no trash martial souls, so are you telling everyone that you, a level twenty-nine Soul Grand Master, are a complete and utter piece of trash?"

A killing blow.

This logic was simply impeccable.

If the theory were correct, then Yu Xiaogang's stagnation was due to his own incompetence.

If Yu Xiaogang were not incompetent, then his stagnation was due to a trash martial soul, which would mean his theory was wrong.

No matter which way he chose, Yu Xiaogang was a joke.

"You... you..."

Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of blood rush to his chest, a sweet taste rising in his throat.

The logical loop he took such pride in had been torn to shreds by Qin Feng in just a few words.

"You insolent brat! What do you know?!"

Yu Xiaogang had completely lost his composure; unable to find any logic to refute the claims, he could only resort to throwing his weight around as an elder.

"When I was researching ancient texts in Martial Soul Hall, you weren't even born yet! What right do you have to question my research findings?!"

Seeing her beloved trembling from the verbal assault, Liu Erlong felt a pang of heartache, her willow-leaf brows arching as she prepared to rush forward and strike.

"You little beast, I think you're looking for death! How dare you slander Xiaogang like this!"

Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid, merely casting a faint glance at Liu Erlong.

"You want to make a move too? This is the Great Soul Arena, not a place for you to throw a tantrum."

"And stop calling him 'Master' at every turn. A man who relies on women to get by, was kicked out of his family, and whose theories are all based on plagiarism and delusions—is he worthy of being called a Master?"

Every word from Qin Feng was like a poisoned blade, piercing precisely into the most insecure and fragile nerves of Yu Xiaogang.

The entire arena was in an uproar.

Although Qin Feng's words were harsh, upon closer inspection, it really seemed to be the case.

Zhu Zhuqing stood behind the crowd, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young man speaking so eloquently on the stage.

He was too strong.

It wasn't just the crushing superiority in strength; even his sharp tongue and theoretical insights were incredibly incisive.

Having grown up in the brutal environment of the Star Luo Empire, she despised weaklings like Yu Xiaogang who could only talk big without having the strength to back it up.

Seeing Qin Feng tear away Yu Xiaogang's hypocritical mask layer by layer, she felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Is this what a true powerhouse looks like...

Zhu Zhuqing murmured to herself, a glimmer of something she hadn't even noticed herself appearing in her eyes as she looked at Qin Feng.

Not far away, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were also stunned.

They had always been indoctrinated to believe that Yu Xiaogang was the wisest man on the continent, but today, that myth had shattered.

He was being trampled and rubbed into the dirt by a peer, right in front of everyone.

Dugu Yan held Ye Lingling's arm, laughing until she shook.

"Oh my, I'm dying of laughter. Look at that 'Master's' face—it's darker than the bottom of a pot."

"Brother Feng is so mean, but what he said makes so much sense. How did I never notice that Yu Xiaogang's logic was full of holes before?"

Although Ye Lingling was cold by nature, her eyes now shimmered with admiration.

"Captain Qin Feng truly has unique insights."

Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to faint from rage and was ready to disregard everything to let Liu Erlong attack, a round of applause rang out from the VIP passage on the second floor.

"Clap, clap, clap."

The applause was crisp and powerful, sounding exceptionally clear amidst the noisy arena.

The crowd automatically parted.

A young man dressed in golden court robes, with a face like polished jade and an elegant temperament, walked over slowly.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man holding a scepter, looking gentle and refined.

It was none other than the Heaven Dou Empire Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant."

Xue Qinghe wore a smile that felt like a spring breeze, his eyes burning as he looked at Qin Feng.

"Brother Qin Feng not only possesses extraordinary strength, but this theoretical insight of yours is also incisive and truly enlightening."