Luo Sanpao Was Beaten Like a Dog. Grandmaster, Get Up!

"This is...the power of knowledge!"

"That's right, the power of knowledge!"

Not only Tang San, but even many Soul Masters who had looked down on Yu Xiaogang before couldn't help nodding. After all, those two had died far too quickly and horribly.

Yu Xiaogang's thorough analysis had certainly sounded convincing, giving them a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

Maybe knowledge alone was enough to survive in this terrifying world? It wasn't impossible. As long as they could bring glory to Douluo Continent, they weren't cowards!

However, no one noticed that after the Red Fire Wolf—whom Yu Xiaogang had identified as a Ten-Year Soul Beast, a sickly wolf—looked at the incessantly babbling human before it, a remarkably human expression flashed through its eyes, as if it thought he was an idiot.

Chapter 3: The Theoretical Grandmaster's Breakdown! Tang San: The Teacher's Theories Can't Be Wrong!

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, outskirts of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

A gentle breeze swept past, stirring a few fallen leaves thick with spiritual energy.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the breeze. His gaze held the wisdom of someone who had long since seen through everything.

Across from him, the Red Fire Wolf he had judged to be a sickly Ten-Year Soul Beast tilted its head. Confusion gleamed in its beastly eyes, almost like a human's.

It was puzzled. Why would this weak human, who only gave off the energy fluctuations of Dou Qi, dare to strike such a powerful pose in front of it?

"That look..."

But when Yu Xiaogang caught the Red Fire Wolf's gaze, the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful sneer. "Are you afraid? You're a lowly Soul Beast, after all. It's only natural to instinctively fear the aura of a powerful being."

"In that case, let's end this."

With that, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath. Soul Power surged wildly inside him, and in an instant, two century-old Yellow Soul Rings began revolving beneath his feet, releasing the might of a Soul Grandmaster.

Then he abruptly pointed ahead and shouted:

"Fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"

"Luo Luo!"

At his words, the pig-dog-like Luo Sanpao leaped high into the air, aiming its plump backside at the Red Fire Wolf not far away.

The next instant, a boom rang out.

A burst of pale yellow gas shot out with a thunderous roar, transforming into a yellow shock wave that slammed into the Red Fire Wolf's face with tremendous force.

This was Yu Xiaogang's strongest attack!

Though it was crude, he had used this move to defeat plenty of Soul Masters at his level at Notting City Junior Spirit Master Academy.

In his eyes, the attack was more than enough to knock this Ten-Year Soul Beast unconscious.

Yet faced with this imposing attack, the Red Fire Wolf merely snorted.

It didn't dodge. It couldn't even be bothered to lift an eyelid.

Then it opened its mouth, and a mass of crimson light flared deep in its throat. It wasn't a Soul Skill, just the instinctive release of a magical beast's energy: a fireball!

"Roar!"

In an instant, a fist-sized fireball, red enough to verge on purple, shot out!

The moment the two attacks collided, nothing went as Yu Xiaogang had expected. There was no even match, nor any sight of Luo Sanpao blasting its opponent away.

Quite the opposite: the thunderous shock wave that could have stunned a Soul Grandmaster evaporated the instant it touched the tiny fireball!

The fireball continued onward, blazing with terrifying heat, and struck Luo Sanpao in midair!

"Luo!!!"

A scream of utter agony rang through the forest. Luo Sanpao didn't even have a chance to struggle. Its plump body instantly burst into a mass of golden light, then was forcibly recalled!

"Pfft!"

The backlash from the destruction of his Martial Soul hit at once. Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying as if he'd been struck by a speeding Soul Guidance Train!

Crash! Crash! Crash!

After smashing through three ancient trees too thick for a person to wrap their arms around, he finally slammed into a heap of rocks like a dead dog, kicking up clouds of dust.

Meanwhile, on Douluo Continent.

Time seemed to stop at Shrek Academy.

On the academy's field, the students who had been cheering "Long live Grandmaster!" were still frozen in their celebratory poses, but not a sound came from them. They were like a flock of ducks with their throats squeezed shut.

Tang San, standing at the very center of the crowd, was especially stunned. His eyes, which had always shimmered with the Purple Demon Eye, were wide open, and the strain had even split the corners, drawing blood.

"No...that's impossible!!"

"How could the teacher's theories be wrong? That was a Ten-Year Soul Beast! Its size, fur color, and Soul Power fluctuations all fit the characteristics of a Ten-Year Soul Beast!"

"Luo Sanpao may be a Mutated Martial Soul, but that attack carries the paralyzing effect and impact of thunder. Even a century-old Mandala Snake would have to avoid its edge!"

"But...but why?!"

Tang San jerked his head up and stared fixedly at the replay on the light screen. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain.

"That fireball—yes, there's something wrong with that fireball!"

"Purple Demon Eye, let me see clearly!!"

As he desperately drove his Purple Demon Eye, the seemingly ordinary fireball revealed something of its true nature.

It looked ordinary on the outside, but within it lurked a force of law that made him tremble.

It wasn't Soul Power. It was an energy countless times more terrifying.

"It's so condensed! The energy density of that fireball even surpasses Teacher Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Skill!"

"A Ten-Year Soul Beast casually spits out an attack on the level of a Soul Saint?"

"No, that's illogical! It defies everything the Soul Master World knows!"

In just a few minutes, Tang San felt as if his mind were about to explode.

The knowledge he'd prided himself on, the entire theoretical system he'd learned from Grandmaster, had been shattered by a single fireball.

"If...if that's true..." Tang San turned ashen and slumped to the ground, murmuring, "Then what does that make us?"

"Wouldn't we so-called Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors—even Titled Douluos—be less than ants in that world?"

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others beside him had already been struck dumb with fear.

The usual wicked charm had vanished from Dai Mubai's face. Watching Yu Xiaogang, whose fate on the light screen was unknown, he couldn't stop his legs from shaking. "Grandmaster is so knowledgeable, and he couldn't even withstand one move?"

"If we went there, wouldn't we be nothing but a snack for those magical beasts?"

"No, it can't be like that. There's no way that world could be so much more powerful than ours! Grandmaster, get up!"