No Useless Martial Souls, Only Useless Soul Masters

"So you're Tang San?" A light, leisurely voice drifted over, sounding utterly casual.

Tang San had just stepped off the arena when he whipped his head around and saw a white-haired figure in sunglasses watching him with curiosity.

"Spirit Hall's Saint Son... Bai Ranmo!" Tang San went on high alert and stared at him warily.

His teacher had spent much of the past three years suffering in Spirit Hall's Prison, so Tang San's opinion of Spirit Hall had plummeted. He still collected its monthly Soul Master Subsidy, and Spirit Hall had even awakened his Martial Soul, but that did not stop him from deciding it had "already given him reason to kill it."

"Interesting... I want to challenge you. Do you accept?" Bai Ranmo spoke as though he were merely giving notice, his tone indifferent.

Tang San was about to answer, but Bai Ranmo had already started strolling toward the arena.

He had given Tang San no chance to refuse.

Should I fight?

If I don't, won't I look like a coward? I'd be disgracing the Tang Sect and my teacher!

"Xiao San, Spirit Hall's Saint Son is very strong. If you fight him now..." Hei Ranbai had just walked over, his expression grave.

Gangzi approached with reddened eyes. He had heard Bai Ranmo's challenge too. Remembering the suffering he had endured in Spirit Hall's Prison over the past few years, along with the hateful faces of Scarface and the others, he could not keep his composure.

He had to make Xiao San defeat Spirit Hall's Saint Son fair and square, in front of everyone!

Once Xiao San became the Continent's Number One Genius, he, Yu Xiaogang, would be the Continent's Number One Genius's teacher. Everyone would look up to him!

"Xiao San, you must accept the challenge. Refusing would