Shocking Strength

The other viewers were equally astonished. They had never expected that Level 29 Master to possess a Martial Soul with such immense potential.

The Silver Dragon King closed her eyes and thought to herself, If I capture him and extract his origin power... Then she shook her head and murmured, "What a pity. He's far too weak."

[Just like that, Gangzi remained stuck at Level 29, unable to advance any further. But he was unwilling to accept it. Refusing to endure the gossip of others, he left home and came to Spirit City, where knowledge of Martial Souls was most abundant, hoping to find a way forward.]

[But after arriving in Spirit City, he discovered it was not so easy. As someone from another faction, he had no access to Spirit Hall's records. He was desperate—then he encountered Bibi Dong, who was the Holy Maiden at the time.]

[He shouted, "Heaven is helping me!" Then he began acting like a great swindler, baffling Bibi Dong with his nonsense until, in the end, he actually talked her into becoming his girlfriend!]

[Let me complain about my foolish teacher from this life for a moment. What kind of taste did she have to fall for a piece of trash despised even by his own family? If blindness had ranks, Teacher, you would sit upon the throne of a God King!]

"Impudent!" Bibi Dong rose to her feet and fiercely struck the floor with the scepter in her hand, her expression filled with shock and fury.

"Please calm your anger, His Holiness the Pope."

The elders and bishops reporting their work in the Pope's Palace looked bewildered. Though they bowed their heads in salute and called for her to calm down, they had no idea why Bibi Dong had suddenly flown into a rage. They repeatedly went over their reports in their minds. There did not seem to be any problem.

"It is nothing. Continue."

Bibi Dong drew a deep breath and steadied her emotions, inwardly cursing that rebellious disciple!

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Though everyone in the hall was full of questions, they could only mutter to themselves and did not dare ask aloud.

[After that, Gangzi received the Holy Maiden's support and could freely consult Spirit Hall's records. But with that lightning-struck brain of his, even with the records supporting him, he still could not think of a way to solve his own problem.]

[Gangzi was disappointed and wanted to leave Spirit Hall. But if you wanted to leave, then leave. Why did you also want to take Bibi Dong with you? Couldn't you use that lightning-struck brain of yours to think for once? How could Spirit Hall possibly allow the Holy Maiden to leave with a piece of trash like you?]

[Then Gangzi was driven out of Spirit City by Qian Xunji, while Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden at the time, was imprisoned so the two would never meet again.]

Bang! Bibi Dong slammed a hand against the armrest in the Pope's Palace, madness flashing through her eyes.

Buzz—

A clear blade cry rang beside her ear, and clarity returned to her eyes.

"You all contin... Forget it. Leave for now." Bibi Dong waved her hand, dismissing everyone in the hall.

"Yes." Though they did not know what was going on, they left exceptionally quickly. His Holiness the Pope had seemed rather off today. It was better to stay far away!

At the Crown Prince's Mansion in Heaven Dou City, Little Angel, disguised as Xue Qinghe, wore a complicated expression. Anger and sorrow filled her face as she murmured, "Is this why you hate Father and me? Because of a mere piece of trash?" Qian Renxue could hardly believe it.

[Gangzi left just like that, without the slightest attachment. He might have been trash, but he wanted success! Since his strength was lacking, he would make a name for himself through theory!]

[Then he published a theory renowned across the continent: the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul! But thirty percent of that theory came from Spirit Hall, twenty percent came from the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Sect, and the remaining fifty percent was entirely guesswork without the slightest basis.]

[For example, he said that Innate Soul Power was directly proportional to Martial Soul quality. That was only half true, because personal aptitude also played a tremendous role. Even those with the same Martial Soul could awaken with different levels of Soul Power.]

[Then there was his theory of Soul Power bottlenecks. It truly defied explanation. It was true that Soul Power could be accumulated without breaking through a bottleneck, but if a Soul Master and a Great Soul Master cultivated for the same day, would their results be the same?]

[And then there was his most useless statement: there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. It is complete bullshit.]

[I consider my talent unparalleled beneath heaven, and I created countless Cultivation Methods and secret techniques. But if I had not fortunately obtained the Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma in my previous life, I probably would not have broken through to Soul Douluo even by the day I died!]

Liu Erlong gritted her silver teeth and punched the ground, panting furiously. She wanted to say something, yet found herself unable to say a word.

She could only punch the ground again, making the surrounding area quake violently as she vented the fury in her heart.

The others watching through the screen all showed expressions of agreement. No matter how formidable one was, without Soul Power, it was all in vain.

On Shrek's training grounds, Flender had just finished speaking when he stopped Oscar and Ning Rongrong, preparing to talk them into line and train them.

"Dean! How strong is Bai Yu? What level is his Soul Power?" A cool voice rang out.

Flender had just turned around when he heard the question. He looked toward Zhu Zhuqing, who had asked it, while the others also stopped, pricked up their ears, and looked over.

Flender pondered for a moment, then his expression turned solemn. "I originally did not want to tell you, because I was afraid it would discourage you."

"But since you all want to know, I'll tell you. The truth is cruel, so prepare yourselves!"

"I do not know how strong White Kid is now, but a year ago, he fought Old Zhao on the Back Mountain. Neither emerged victorious."

Then Flender smiled bitterly.

"But though it was called a draw, Old Zhao had actually lost. White Kid did not use his Martial Soul at all. Relying only on his own Soul Power and Self-Created Soul Skills, he fought Old Zhao, who had unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar, to a standstill!"

"And at the time, his Soul Power was Level 66. A sixteen-year-old Level 66 Spirit Emperor!" Flender sighed.

As Flender's words fell, Tang San and the other six felt their pupils shake. Their minds went blank, their mouths hanging open as though they were screaming soundlessly.

"How could Bai Ge be so strong? What is his Martial Soul? How does he cultivate?"

Dai Mubai was the first to recover. He fired the questions at Flender at an incredible speed.

Flender glanced at Tang San, his tone wavering slightly. "His Martial Soul? It's Blue Silver Grass. As for how he cultivates, I don't know. You can ask him yourselves."

"Blue Silver Grass?" Tang San cried out, utterly unable to believe it. Then his gaze flickered.

Watching the stunned group, Flender shook his head. "Enough about him. He is still far beyond your reach. Hurry and adjust your condition. You still need to go to the Great Soul Arena tonight."

"Yes." The group looked dazed, not even knowing how they had left.

Bai Yu had no idea that he had caused such a commotion on the training grounds. He was still diligently writing the Biography of Gangzi.

[After Gangzi published his theories, he continued wandering the continent. During that time, he met Flender and Liu Erlong in succession. One was born a commoner, while the other was a young girl who had never returned to her clan. Both were convinced by his utterly nonsensical theories.]

[The three then traveled together across the continent. What followed was the same plot, the same melodrama. The eldest and second both liked the third, while the third liked the second, so the eldest withdrew on his own.]

[Does this sound familiar? That's right! The beginning of this story was exactly the same as Rat and the other two!]

At Blue Tyrant Academy, a nostalgic expression appeared on Liu Erlong's face. She unconsciously murmured, "Xiao Gang..."