Exposing Theoretical Plagiarism! Yu Xiaogang Breaks Down on the Spot!

Seeing his mother speak so well of an outsider, Song Ye could not help but feel uncomfortable.

The child is about to unleash a tirade, so why is Mother surrendering first?

Song Ye frowned slightly. Listening to Bibi Dong, he increasingly felt that:

"Mother, it seems you really have been influenced by Dongzi."

"Fine. You are my mother, so I have to help you see the truth!"

As he spoke, Song Ye took a step forward and walked straight up to Tang San.

He did not care what his mother wanted to say and merely questioned Tang San directly:

"You claim I insulted your teacher. What evidence do you have?"

"What exactly did I say that insulted your teacher, and which part of it was wrong?"

Song Ye also thought that if he could drive a wedge between Tang San and Yu Xiaogang this time, it would not be a loss.

I know your father, Tang Hao, is hiding nearby. If I do not kill you, would your father really dare to act so easily?

In the original story, Tang Hao had not intervened even when Tang San faced multiple life-threatening crises, let alone now, when Song Ye could not truly harm Tang San.

When Tang San saw Song Ye approach and question him in return, he snorted and rebuked him:

"You just called my teacher trash, and you said that anyone who takes him as a teacher is an idiot!"

"Did you say those things or not?"

"A man must take responsibility for his actions. You insulted my teacher like this, yet you still refuse to admit it?"

Tang San's expression darkened. Quite a few people had gathered around now, so it would not be appropriate for him to launch a Hidden Weapon sneak attack. He needed a justifiable reason.

Yet Song Ye still replied with an unconcerned attitude:

"I do not qualify as a man yet. I am only six years old."

"Still, I was not wrong when I said your teacher is trash or that you were foolish to take him as your teacher."

"If simply stating the facts, even in such basic declarative sentences, counts as insulting you and your teacher—"

"Then everyone in the world who can speak would be cursing one another, would they not?"

"You!"

Tang San froze, then stepped forward again and stared at Song Ye.

"You already called my teacher trash, yet you say that was not an insult?"

"You talk about facts, but my teacher is the foremost theoretical master in the Martial Soul world, renowned far and wide and known by all. You said such things, and you still dare deny it?"

"So you mean I was wrong to call him trash?" Song Ye said coldly.

"You little—cough, cough... little brat!" Yu Xiaogang finally spoke.

"What gives you the right to insult me like this? I am a theoretical master, yet you actually call me trash?"

"If you are not trash, then what are you?" Song Ye gave him no room whatsoever.

He said calmly, "I am saying the same thing: I merely stated a fact."

"If telling no lies is a sin, then Buddha is the greatest villain in the world."

"You!" Yu Xiaogang had rarely encountered such an arrogant child.

This boy clearly knew him and had even heard of that 'dirt' on him.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the growing crowd around them, then at his disciple, Tang San.

He thought that he had just embarrassed himself before Xiao San over the Datura Snake.

This was the perfect chance to regain his dignity and make Xiao San trust him again!

Since that was the case...

Yu Xiaogang held back a breath and decided to step forward personally, to properly prove his theoretical talent!

He stroked Tang San's shoulder and said:

"Cough, cough, Xiao San, this boy has slandered me so viciously. I had not wished to argue with him, but he keeps pushing his luck."

"You... cough, cough, step back first. Let your teacher show him something!"

"But Teacher, your body is rather weak." Tang San supported Yu Xiaogang worriedly.

Yu Xiaogang indicated that he was fine.

He continued staring at Song Ye, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, and questioned him sternly:

"Boy, what is your name?"

"What right do you have to call me trash? What baseless rumors did you hear that made you look down on this master so?!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang personally step in, Song Ye answered unhurriedly:

"You have no right to know my name."

"As for you being trash, that is already a universally acknowledged fact. I had not intended to argue with you."

"But in order to dispel my mother's illusions about you, I have no choice but to do this."

"Yu Xiaogang, others may not know you, but I do. You call yourself some great theoretical master of the Martial Soul world and claim you prove yourself through theory."

"But in truth, those theories you published were nothing more than stolen ideas, plagiarized and passed off as your own."

"If you want to say those plagiarized theories prove that you are not trash, then I truly admire how thick-skinned you are!"

As he spoke, Song Ye glanced at Bibi Dong beside him.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong parted her lips slightly, as though she wanted to speak.

She wanted to persuade her son to stop making trouble. Yu Xiaogang, standing opposite them, was the man his mother loved most.

Yet for some reason, Bibi Dong instinctively recalled Song Ye saying that Yu Xiaogang was incapable.

It made Bibi Dong unconsciously close her mouth. In the end, she said nothing.

Perhaps she also wanted to see whether the man she loved truly had substance.

Bibi Dong took two steps back, sighed softly, and decided not to interfere with the child.

As for Yu Xiaogang, he listened to Song Ye's words.

They had already made him uncomfortable, and when Song Ye mentioned that he had published plagiarized theories, the last of Yu Xiaogang's composure vanished.

His first reaction was shock. How did this brat know he had plagiarized those theories?

But the next instant, it turned into rage. Though Yu Xiaogang was weak, he still retorted fiercely:

"Outrageous!"

"You, cough, cough! You dare claim that this master's theories were plagiarized? You... you say that is not insulting this master?"

"I, Yu Xiaogang, have devoted my life to study and research in order to earn a place in the field of Soul Master theory. That is why I published the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!"

"These theories have provided immeasurable guidance to countless Soul Masters, yet you dare slander this master by saying they were plagiarized?!"

"What evidence do you have? What right do you have to say that?"

"Cough, cough..."

It was clear Yu Xiaogang was truly furious and agitated; even his voice had grown much stronger.

But Song Ye remained calm and continued:

"Evidence?"

"The evidence is that your so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, those theories of yours, were merely basic common knowledge understood by many high-level Soul Masters!"

"Take your so-called Soul Ring Absorption Limit Theory. You are merely a trash Soul Master at level 29—how could you know the absorption limits for third Soul Rings, fourth Soul Rings, and even higher Soul Rings?"

"Even for the first and second Soul Rings you personally experienced, you could at most absorb Soul Rings a few hundred years old!"

"Before you published your theory, which high-level Soul Master did not know that the first Soul Ring could be over four hundred years old, and the second over seven hundred years old?"

"If this theory truly came from your own research—"

"Then why did all those other high-level Soul Masters already know it before your theory was published?"

"Yu Xiaogang, are you trying to say they transcended time and space to read your theory in advance?"

"This point alone is enough to prove that your Martial Soul theories were absolutely not researched by you yourself!!"