When He Got Ruthless, He Even Attacked Himself

After absorbing it, it even caused his Martial Soul to evolve.

Why was Wang Chen's luck so good?

They both had innately half-level Martial Souls, so why was his Martial Soul so easy to evolve?

Meanwhile, his Luo Sanpao had consumed so many cultivation resources and was still the same pathetic thing.

And last time, Wang Chen had been told to absorb a ten-year Lone Bamboo Martial Soul, yet instead of following his plan, he had gone and absorbed an Iron-Armored Rhino.

Moreover, after Wang Chen absorbed the Iron-Armored Rhino, the defense of his Alchemy Furnace Martial Soul had increased.

This dealt a severe blow to the authority of his Martial Soul theory.

At that thought, Yu Xiaogang slammed the table and snapped, "Sleep, sleep, sleep. All you know how to do is sleep. Study on your own from now on. I'm not teaching anymore."

With that, he left the classroom directly.

Seeing that there was no teacher to control them, the students below shouted, "Yay, freedom~!" They sprang from their seats and dashed out of the classroom like their lives depended on it.

Only Tang San obediently followed behind Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang came to Wang Chen's side and questioned him, "Wang Chen, I told you to absorb a Lone Bamboo Soul Ring. Why did you absorb an Iron-Armored Bull Soul Ring instead?"

Wang Chen now had means of protecting himself. Even if Tang Hao, who stood behind Tang San, made a move, he could still retreat unscathed. There was no longer any need for him to endure things as he had before.

Wang Chen did not give him the slightest attention and continued deducing his fist technique.

Seeing Wang Chen's reaction, Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold back. "Wang Chen, you actually dare to ignore me?"

His face darkened, his gaze turned sinister, and he was so enraged that his face flushed red as he panted like a bull.

He could accept being ignored by those higher-level Soul Masters before.

But Wang Chen was trash with only half-level innate soul power, just like him. He was only a one-ring Soul Master now, a weakling. What right did he have to ignore him?

The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the angrier he became. With a wave of his right hand, he shouted, "Luo Sanpao, come out!"

In an instant, a Martial Soul appeared beside Yu Xiaogang. It was over 1.5 meters long, with an extremely thick waist and a round, plump body. It looked neither like a dog nor a pig.

"Luo, luo, luo~"

Like a dog, Luo Sanpao circled Yu Xiaogang and constantly tried to curry favor with him.

Without wasting any time, Yu Xiaogang quickly took out several white radishes from his spatial Soul Guidance Device and fed them to Luo Sanpao.

Wang Chen glanced at Luo Sanpao and felt somewhat speechless. A perfectly good juvenile Light Holy Dragon had been raised like a pig by Yu Xiaogang.

He gave it pig Soul Rings and fed it carrots, all for the sole purpose of making Luo Sanpao's farts smell even worse.

Fortunately, this Martial Soul had no awareness and could not resist. Otherwise, this juvenile Light Holy Dragon would have blown Yu Xiaogang to death with one fart.

After eating its fill, Luo Sanpao let out a burp. A great deal of radish had accumulated in its stomach, producing a large amount of gas.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Wang Chen. "Luo Sanpao, get him."

"Heaven-Shattering Earth-Splitting Luo Sanpao, let it rip!"

As Yu Xiaogang's words fell, Luo Sanpao's belly swelled. One look was enough to tell that it was about to fart.

Having read many Douluo fan novels, Wang Chen naturally knew Luo Sanpao's method of attack.

Luo Sanpao truly lived up to the name of its Martial Soul: it could fart, and it mainly attacked enemies through its farts.

The farts Luo Sanpao released were both foul and poisonous. It could be said that anyone within several dozen meters of one of its farts would smell the stench.

The foul odor could directly knock people unconscious, or even suffocate them to death.

Since Wang Chen knew all this, how could he let Luo Sanpao attack him?

Naturally, that was impossible.

Wang Chen stared intently at Luo Sanpao and moved at the very instant Luo Sanpao was about to fart.

The Dream God Divine Armor Fragment in Wang Chen's mind—the two-hundred-thousand-year head soul bone—activated instantly.

At the same time, he rapidly moved away from where he had been standing. He had no desire to be contaminated by Luo Sanpao's fart.

Luo Sanpao suddenly spun one hundred and eighty degrees, changing directions.

That direction happened to be where Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and Xiao Wu were standing.

When Yu Xiaogang and Tang San saw what Luo Sanpao was doing, they stared at it in terror and shouted, "Luo Sanpao, quick, stop the attack!"

However, Luo Sanpao's soul skill had already reached its critical point. How could Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's orders possibly control it now?

Forget Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's commands—even Luo Sanpao itself could no longer control that final release.

A loud BANG rang out as Luo Sanpao's fart blasted directly onto Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

In an instant, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were blasted several meters backward by Luo Sanpao's fart.

Yet a massive amount of foul gas filled the area around them.

The stench was so dense that visibility in the air dropped directly to half a meter.

As the sound faded, an atrocious odor spread beside Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

The stench was hundreds of times stronger than even the shit they had taken.

It made anyone who smelled it feel sick and want to vomit.

The stench clung to their bodies. Even if they jumped into a river and washed themselves a hundred times, they still would not be able to completely get rid of it.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had been sprayed head-on, suffering the dual physical and magical attack of Luo Sanpao's fart.

They immediately had trouble breathing, their eyes rolled white, and their gazes became vacant.

If Yu Xiaogang had not been Luo Sanpao's master and possessed some resistance to the poison in its farts, he would have already passed out.

And if Tang San had not been an expert at using poison himself, with considerable resistance to ordinary toxins, he would have fainted as well.

But right now, neither of them even wanted to breathe, because the surroundings stank too badly.

Xiao Wu, who had been outside and was about to run off to play, heard the commotion and hurriedly looked in Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's direction.

When she saw Tang San being attacked by Luo Sanpao, she wanted to go over and check whether he was hurt.

But after taking only a few steps forward, she caught the dense, lingering stench.

It disgusted her immensely.

She stopped, covered her nose, and retreated several meters.

Only after confirming that she could no longer smell that overpowering stink did she ask, "Third Brother, are you alright?"

Tang San looked at himself, covered in Luo Sanpao's excrement. Smelling the foul odor radiating from his body, he felt utterly nauseated.

"Bleurgh, bleurgh—"

He vomited several times in a row before feeling slightly better.

More precisely, he had not gotten better—he had simply adapted to the incredibly foul environment.

Tang San had just wanted to say he was fine, but before the words could leave his mouth, he began vomiting again.

Not only did he throw up the lunch he had eaten, but even his breakfast and yesterday's dinner came back up.

In a secluded corner of Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, Tang Hao watched everything Tang San suffered, fury rising in his eyes.

But when he remembered that Yu Xiaogang was Yu Yuanzhen's son, and that the other party had not done it deliberately—and that Yu Xiaogang himself had also been attacked by Luo Sanpao—he refrained from acting.

Xiao Wu stood far away, staring blankly as Tang San continued to vomit.

She was worried, yet she did not dare approach.

The smell was simply too strong, too revolting.

As a hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit who had lived in the Star Dou Great Forest for tens of thousands of years, she had never smelled anything so disgusting.