The air fell silent for a moment.
"Heh."
A soft chuckle came from beneath Tang Shuo's mask, carrying undisguised mockery.
"The ten core competencies?"
Tang Shuo tilted his head, his tone teasing.
"The Martial Soul is the foundation? Then why are they lying on the ground when I haven't even summoned mine?"
He pointed at Tang San and the other three, who lay unconscious.
Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened.
"Spirit Ring quality determines one's upper limit? Ridiculous. To attribute all power to external things makes one nothing more than a slave to Spirit Rings, yet you dare speak of becoming the strongest?"
"There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters? That is even more absurd. A dragon is a dragon, and an earthworm is an earthworm. How can an earthworm contend with a giant dragon?"
With every sentence Tang Shuo spoke, Yu Xiaogang's face grew a shade paler.
Tang Shuo's voice was not loud, yet every word pierced the heart like a heavy hammer smashing down upon Yu Xiaogang's pride.
"Your theories are riddled with flaws and unbearably narrow-minded. They are nothing more than the ignorant views of a frog at the bottom of a well."
"Take you as my master?"
Tang Shuo's laughter grew louder, filled with disdain.
"You think you deserve that?"
"A level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, a piece of trash who cannot even break through his own shackles, and you dare claim you can teach others?"
"You are merely a clown who talks on paper and misleads students."
Boom!
Those final four words exploded in Yu Xiaogang's mind like a thunderclap.
His entire body shook violently as though struck by lightning. His face turned from white to green, from green to purple, and finally flushed the color of liver.
"You... you..."
His lips trembled as he pointed