The Pitiful Pet's Anus

"Brother, stay calm. Let's hear what this person has to say first."

Fortunately, at the final moment, a hand grabbed Tang San's wrist.

It was Tang Wu.

Killing him outright to silence him would be letting Little Trash Gang off too easily; playing with him slowly was far more interesting.

Besides.

Although this Little Trash Gang lacked ability, his connections were surprisingly good.

If Bibi Dong found out that Tang San had killed Yu Xiaogang, that madwoman would likely ascend to become the Rakshasa God immediately.

"Fine, let's first figure out what exactly this so-called Master is up to."

Upon hearing this, Tang San forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart and disengaged his hidden weapon.

Yu Xiaogang, completely oblivious to the danger he had just been in, continued to hold forth:

"I have visited many Blue Silver Grass spirit masters, but without exception, their innate spirit power never exceeded level 5."

"Yet both of you possess innate full spirit power. According to my Ten Great Martial Soul Proofs."

"From this, we can conclude that you must possess another powerful martial soul; otherwise, it would be impossible to have innate level 10 spirit power."

Yu Xiaogang's words were filled with confidence; someone who didn't know better might actually think he had some capability.

But little did he know.

Tang San's expression darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If others didn't know, how could he not?

His younger brother was not a twin martial soul user at all; he only possessed a Blue Silver Seed martial soul.

If not for Tang Wu's previous explanation, Tang San might have truly been fooled by this "Grandmaster" before him.

The strength of a martial soul did not lie in its appearance, but in its hidden potential.

Given the strength of the Blue Silver Grass in Tang Wu's hands, who would believe it was a trash martial soul?

Tang Wu had previously speculated that the Blue Silver Grass they held was likely a degraded state of a super martial soul.

It was only because of their innate deficiencies that they had failed to manifest its original abilities.

Tang San was also more inclined to believe this speculation.

Thinking of this, he laughed.

He laughed in anger.

The person before him was nothing more than a fame-seeking charlatan who had stumbled upon the secret of his twin martial souls by pure luck; in reality, he was just a fool.

Why should he waste any more time with such a person?

Tang San spoke indifferently, not giving Yu Xiaogang a pleasant look:

"You guessed wrong. We only have one martial soul; we are not twin martial soul users at all."

"So, stop pestering us. We still need to go to the freshman registration office. Goodbye."

With that, he pulled Tang Wu's hand.

He turned and walked away, his back resolute.

"Impossible! My Ten Great Martial Soul Theories can never be wrong. You must be lying to me."

"That's right, you must be lying to me."

Yu Xiaogang acted as if he had gone mad, jumping in front of the Tang brothers once again.

His eyes were bloodshot, he was panting like an ox, and his reddened gaze was fixed firmly on Tang San.

Still bloodshot...

Still panting like an ox...

It seemed Little Trash Gang was following the exclusive Douluo script for getting angry.

"I am a master of martial soul theory! Listen to me, and you won't go wrong."

"According to my theories, a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass should absorb poison-attribute spirit rings."

"Otherwise, with just a Blue Silver Grass, the highest achievement you'll ever reach is level 30 Spirit Elder. You will be trash forever."

As soon as these words were spoken, Tang San's expression changed instantly.

They hadn't wanted to pay any mind to Yu Xiaogang, this clown.

But he shouldn't have, he absolutely shouldn't have, cursed his brother as trash.

On this point, Tang San could not tolerate even the slightest bit.

However, just as Tang San prepared to strike, a voice suddenly sounded from beside him:

"Brother, let me handle this myself."

Tang Wu placed his right hand on his left wrist and rotated it to loosen up, his soft blue short hair fluttering in the wind.

Tang San's entire body stiffened.

He was far too familiar with this gesture from Tang Wu.

Whenever this movement appeared, it meant that his younger brother was about to pull off something big again.

Tang San stepped aside to clear the space, thought for a moment, and then said to Tang Wu with a complicated expression:

"Xiao Wu, uh..."

"Later, you... remember to hold back a little."

He was actually just telling Tang Wu to hold back instead of stopping him?

Haji San, you guy!

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle." After dealing with Tang San, Tang Wu looked straight ahead at Yu Xiaogang:

"Master, since you say we will be trash in the future, I wonder what your own spirit power level is?"

"This, I am a master of theory; practical combat is not my specialty."

Yu Xiaogang felt guilty and tried to brush it off.

But unfortunately.

For Tang Wu, who had long known his true strength, such petty tricks were not worth looking at.

"Oh, I see, I understand now~~~"

Tang Wu "suddenly realized" and deliberately drew out his tone:

"So you only know how to talk, but in reality, you don't have much strength at all."

These words precisely poked at Yu Xiaogang's sore spot.

But before Yu Xiaogang could get angry, Tang Wu chose to strike first.

Under his control, the Blue Silver Seed rapidly took root and sprouted from beneath Yu Xiaogang's feet.

The vines first wound around his calves, climbed upward, bypassed his chest, and wove between his thighs.

The center was hollowed out, forming a standard Turtle Binding Armor that bound him tightly.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Bound in such a shameful manner, Yu Xiaogang struggled violently:

"I am the Grandmaster, and I am close friends with the Dean of Notting Academy. If you don't let me go, I will make you pay dearly."

"I don't care about your this or that; once you've fallen into my hands, you're going to suffer."

Tang Wu indicated that he wasn't listening—it was just a turtle chanting scriptures.

A whip made of Blue Silver Grass appeared in Tang Wu's hand.

"Grandmaster, is it?"

Crack—

"Close friends, is it?"

Crack—

"Bite me then."

Crack—

Every word from Tang Wu was accompanied by the sound of the whip cutting through the air, landing heavily on Yu Xiaogang's back.

Yu Xiaogang was being whipped to the point of wishing for death.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of struggling, but the toughness of these vines was even harder than he had imagined.

With a jolt, Yu Xiaogang's head hit the ground, dust coating his forehead.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, he summoned Luo Sanpao, attempting a final desperate resistance.

"Oh, it even comes with a little pet? Blue Silver Binding Armor."

Seeing Luo Sanpao appear, Tang Wu felt a hint of surprise.

Then...

"Keep your head down—"

"Bark louder—"

Luo Sanpao had just landed and hadn't even grasped the situation before a smaller version of the Turtle Binding Armor appeared on its four limbs.

As the whip fell, it shared the punishment with its master, Yu Xiaogang.

Once it understood the situation, Luo Sanpao looked at Yu Xiaogang with resentful eyes.

It was bad enough that you were getting whipped yourself, so why did you have to drag it out too?

Bonds and whips...

Teacher and student...

Finally, there were the pets...

Looking at this scene, Tang San couldn't help but blush.

Hiss—

Isn't this playing a bit too wild?

This punishment lasted for a full twenty minutes before Tang Wu finally headed to the administrative office with Tang San to report in.