Calling Out Yu Xiaogang to His Face

"Junior, please."

Seeing Yu Xiaogang agree, Tang San was delighted and hurried onto the plaza.

"Junior?"

"Heh."

"Who's the junior won't be decided until after we fight."

If it had been someone else, Shen Fan might have believed that they were speaking up for him out of kindness. But since it was Tang San, all Shen Fan could say was that his acting was good—too bad he didn't believe it.

"Tang San."

"Thirty-ninth-level Weapon Soul Grandmaster."

"Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."

"Please enlighten me."

Facing the arrogant words of the challenger before him, Tang San appeared calm and unruffled, showing no displeasure. Yet inwardly, he sneered.

"Shen Fan."

"Forty-fifth-level Weapon Soul Ancestor."

"Martial Soul: Super Holy Codex."

Shen Fan's forty-fifth-level Soul Power was naturally fake. He had spent some points to simulate it.

"You're Shen Fan?"

Upon hearing Shen Fan introduce himself, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, who both hated Shen Fan to the bone, erupted with rage and shouted at the same time.

Yu Xiaogang in particular shot straight to his feet, nearly fainting from the pain.

"What's wrong with my name?"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's miserable state, Shen Fan held back his laughter and asked in a rather puzzled tone.

"Nothing."

"Summon your Martial Soul."

Tang San stared coldly at Shen Fan for a long while before finally confirming that this Shen Fan was not the Shen Fan who had made him lose all face.

Even so, the fury in Tang San's heart continued to surge uncontrollably.

"Fine."

With that, Shen Fan summoned the Super Holy Codex. The next second, four simulated Soul Rings—two purple and two black—appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Impossible!"

"According to my theory, the maximum age a first Soul Ring can absorb is only four hundred and twenty-three years."

"How could your first Soul Ring possibly be a thousand-year purple Soul Ring?"

"No."

"Could it be that you also have Twin Martial Souls?"

Yu Xiaogang excitedly stood up once more.

However, Yu Xiaogang was not so lucky this time. Dai Mubai, who had supported him earlier, was now too stunned by Shen Fan's four Soul Rings that had surpassed their absorption limits. He did not react in time to catch him, causing Yu Xiaogang to crash heavily to his knees. The pain was so severe that he wished he could faint.

"What Twin Martial Souls?"

"I only have this one Martial Soul."

"And what do you mean, according to your theory?"

"Your theory doesn't mean shit."

If Shen Fan had not decisively pinched himself, he would have burst out laughing.

"Impossible."

"I've studied Martial Souls for decades."

"I have never seen a Soul Master with only one Martial Soul absorb Soul Rings beyond the age limit."

"You must have Twin Martial Souls."

"My theory cannot possibly be wrong."

With someone questioning his theory, Yu Xiaogang immediately retorted, no longer caring about the pain from his injuries.

"You said you've studied Martial Souls for decades?"

"What a joke."

"Then did you even have time to cultivate?"

"If you're going to brag, at least draft it beforehand."

"Otherwise, people will only think there's something wrong with your brain."

Shen Fan's eyes were filled with disdain.

"Haven't you heard of my great name?"

Yu Xiaogang snapped.

"Your great name?"

"No one ever told me your name. How would I know who you are?"

At this point, Shen Fan deliberately paused, then looked at Yu Xiaogang with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Wait."

"That Logistics Supervisor just said your surname was Yu."

"And you said that according to your theory, a Soul Master's first Soul Ring cannot exceed four hundred and twenty-three years."

"You wouldn't happen to be Yu Xiaogang, the Grandmaster who published the Martial Soul Core Theory, would you?"

The more Shen Fan spoke, the more shocked he pretended to be.

"I am the Grandmaster who published the Martial Soul Core Theory."

"Now you know what I'm capable of, don't you?"

"And you still dare lie in front of me."

"I'm not bragging."

"On the entire Douluo Continent, if I consider my knowledge of Martial Souls second, no one would dare call themselves first."

Yu Xiaogang thought Shen Fan's expression was due to being stunned by his identity, and he immediately began boasting smugly. Even his originally ugly complexion improved considerably.

Douluo 1 Qian Renxue Livestream: "Mama, is this the man you like?"

"For some reason, I can't seem to tell where his face is."

Douluo 1 Bibi Dong Livestream: "..."

"If you have something to say, you can say it privately. Why say it in this livestream?"

Douluo 1 Qian Renxue Livestream: "Talking in the livestream increases the chances of winning a grand prize."

"Mama, tell me honestly. Now that you know Yu Xiaogang was using you from the very beginning, do you still like him?"

Douluo 1 Bibi Dong Livestream: "I don't know."

Whenever Yu Xiaogang made her feel as though death would be preferable to life, he was the only antidote that could save her.

But if someone truly asked Bibi Dong how much she loved Yu Xiaogang, even she did not know.

She did not even know whether it was love, or something else entirely.

Douluo 1 Qian Renxue Livestream: "Sigh."

"If I hadn't run into you halfway this time, were you planning to go to Heaven Dou City to see Yu Xiaogang?"

Douluo 1 Bibi Dong Livestream: "Yes."

Douluo 1 Qian Renxue Livestream: "Honestly, I could understand if you liked Shen Fan, but I truly can't understand why you like Yu Xiaogang."

Douluo 1 Bibi Dong Livestream: "Go back to the Heaven Dou Empire."

"I don't want to talk to you."

If Qian Renxue had not been Bibi Dong's daughter, Bibi Dong would have already hurled a string of soul skills at her.

Douluo 1 Hu Liena Livestream: "Sister Xue."

"Teacher hates Shen Fan most right now, so you should stop mentioning his name."

Douluo 1 Qian Renxue Livestream: "Let's keep watching the livestream."

Qian Renxue knew that her mama still had unresolved knots in her heart. To keep Bibi Dong from exploding, she could only steer the conversation back to the livestream.

Meanwhile.

"I admit I'm famous, but there's no need to keep staring at me like that without saying a single word, right?"

Yu Xiaogang was somewhat puzzled. He could not understand why, after he finished speaking, Shen Fan before him had become like he had been struck by an immobilizing soul skill, without the slightest reaction.

"Heh."

"Your shamelessness has completely stunned me."

"For a moment, I didn't even know what to do."

Shen Fan had truly been convinced by Yu Xiaogang's thick skin.

"What!"

"What do you mean?"

"Was what I said wrong?"

Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage.

"It's not merely wrong."

"It's extremely wrong."

"I've read your so-called Martial Soul Core Theory too."

"Leaving everything else aside."

"The line you wrote—there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters—has a huge problem."

"Let me ask you."

"What level is your Soul Power Level now?"

Shen Fan mercilessly called him out.