"Bro, calm down. Let's hear what this guy has to say first."
Fortunately, at the last moment, a hand caught Tang San by the wrist.
It was Tang Wu.
Killing him on the spot would have been far too easy on Gangzi. It was much more fun to play with him slowly.
Besides,
although Little Trash Gang didn't have much ability, his connections were astonishingly good.
If Bibi Dong found out Tang San had killed Yu Xiaogang, that crazy woman might just ascend straight to Rakshasa God.
"Fine. Let's first figure out what this so-called Grandmaster is trying to pull."
Hearing this, Tang San forcibly suppressed his killing intent and put the safety back on.
Yu Xiaogang hadn't noticed the danger he'd just been in and was still talking away:
"I've visited many Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters, but without exception, the highest Innate Soul Power they had was only level five."
"But the two of you have Innate Full Soul Power. According to my Ten Great Martial Soul Proofs..."
"From this, we can conclude that you must possess another powerful Martial Soul. Otherwise, you couldn't possibly have innate level ten Soul Power."
Yu Xiaogang spoke with such confidence that anyone who didn't know better might really think he was capable.
But what he didn't know was that
Tang San's expression darkened at a visible speed.
Other people might not know, but how could he not?
His younger brother wasn't a Twin Martial Soul user at all. He had only one Martial Soul: the Blue Silver Seed.
If Tang Wu hadn't explained things to him earlier, Tang San might really have been fooled by this grandmaster before him.
A Martial Soul's strength didn't lie in its appearance, but in the potential hidden within it.
Given how powerful Blue Silver Grass was in Tang Wu's hands, who would believe it was a Trash Martial Soul?
Tang Wu had previously guessed that the Blue Silver Grass they possessed was a degraded form of a supreme Martial Soul.
They simply hadn't been born with enough innate talent to bring out its original abilities.
Tang San was inclined to believe that theory too.
At the thought, he smiled.
He was laughing from sheer anger.
The man before him was nothing but a fame-hungry fraud. He'd merely stumbled upon the secret of Tang San's Twin Martial Souls. He was really just a good-for-nothing.
Why waste any more time on someone like him?
Tang San spoke indifferently, giving Yu Xiaogang no courtesy:
"You're wrong. We only have one Martial Soul. It's not a Twin Martial Soul."
"So don't pester us. We still have to report to the new students' registration office. Goodbye."
As he spoke, he took Tang Wu by the hand.
Then he turned and walked away, his retreating figure utterly resolute.
"Impossible! My Ten Great Martial Soul Theories can't be wrong. You must be lying to me."
"That's right. You have to be lying to me."
Yu Xiaogang looked deranged as he jumped in front of the Tang brothers again.
His eyes were bloodshot, his breath coming in great heaves, as he glared fixedly at Tang San.
Still bloodshot-eyed...
Still panting like a bull...
Little Turtle Gang was getting the exclusive Douluo rage script too.
"I'm a Martial Soul theory grandmaster. You can't go wrong if you listen to me."
"According to my theory, a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass should absorb poison-type Soul Rings."
"Otherwise, with just Blue Silver Grass, your highest achievement in this life will be Soul Elder at level thirty. You'll be useless forever."
At those words, Tang San's expression changed at once.
They hadn't wanted to bother with Yu Xiaogang, that clown.
But no matter what, he shouldn't have cursed Tang San's younger brother as useless.
That was something Tang San couldn't tolerate, not even a little.
But just as Tang San was about to act, a voice suddenly sounded beside him:
"Bro, let me handle this myself."
Tang Wu placed his right hand on his left wrist and rolled it, loosening up. His soft blue hair fluttered in the wind.
Tang San's whole body stiffened.
He knew that gesture all too well.
Whenever Tang Wu made it, it meant his younger brother was about to do something big again.
Tang San stepped aside, thought for a moment, then looked at Tang Wu with a complicated expression.
"Wu, uh..."
"Just... remember to take it easy."
He was only telling Tang Wu to take it easy instead of trying to stop him?
Ha, San, you rascal!
"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle." After answering Tang San, Tang Wu fixed his gaze on Yu Xiaogang.
"Grandmaster, since you say we'll be useless in the future, what level is your own Soul Power?"
"W-well, I'm a master of theory. Practical combat isn't my strong suit."
Yu Xiaogang felt uneasy and tried to brush the question aside.
Unfortunately,
for Tang Wu, who already knew his true strength, this little trick was no use at all.
"Oh, I see. Now I understand~~~"
Tang Wu put on an expression of sudden enlightenment and deliberately drew out his words:
"So you're only good at running your mouth. In reality, you don't have much strength at all."
Those words struck Yu Xiaogang right where it hurt.
But before Yu Xiaogang could get angry, Tang Wu struck first.
At his command, the Blue Silver Seed quickly took root and sprouted beneath Yu Xiaogang's feet.
The vines wound around his calves and climbed upward, circling his chest before threading between his thighs.
They left the middle open, forming a standard Turtle Binding Armor that bound him tight.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
Bound in such a humiliating way, Yu Xiaogang struggled with all his might.
"I'm a grandmaster, and I'm good friends with the dean of Notting Academy. If you don't let me go, I'll make sure you regret it!"
"I don't care who you are. Now that you've fallen into my hands, you're in for a world of pain."
Tang Wu declared that he wasn't listening. Turtle shell monks could chant all they wanted.
A whip made of Blue Silver Grass appeared in Tang Wu's hand.
"Grandmaster, huh?"
Crack—
"Good friends, huh?"
Crack—
"Why don't you bite me?"
Crack—
Every time Tang Wu spoke, the whip whistled through the air and landed hard on Yu Xiaogang's back.
Yu Xiaogang was whipped until he was nearly out of his mind with pain.
He tried to struggle, but the vines were tougher than he could have imagined.
After a sudden shake, Yu Xiaogang's head hit the ground, and dust stuck to his forehead.
Unable to bear the pain any longer, he summoned Luo Sanpao, hoping to make one last stand.
"Oh, you come with a little pet too? Blue Silver Binding Armor."
The instant Luo Sanpao appeared, Tang Wu was a little surprised.
Then...
"Head down—"
"Louder—"
Luo Sanpao had barely landed and hadn't even figured out what was happening when a smaller Turtle Binding Armor wrapped around its four limbs.
As the whip came down, it suffered alongside its master, punished right there with Yu Xiaogang.
Once Luo Sanpao understood what was happening, it gave Yu Xiaogang a resentful look.
It was bad enough that he was getting whipped. Why drag it into this too?
Restraints and whips...
Teacher and student...
And finally, a pet...
Watching this scene, Tang San couldn't help blushing.
Tsk—
They were really taking this way too far.
The punishment lasted for a full twenty minutes before Tang Wu and Tang San finally went to the administration office to register.