"Wang Sheng, you've repeatedly slandered my teacher's reputation. For the sake of being dormmates, I let it slide!"
"Today, I'll defeat you and show every student and teacher at Nouding Academy!"
"My teacher isn't some clown fishing for fame, but a true Grandmaster unrivaled in theory!"
Tang San spoke arrogantly, one hand held behind his back.
There was no suspense in this match at all!
With the Tang Sect Secret Arts, which rivaled self-created soul skills, he naturally had five more powerful soul skills than ordinary soul masters!
Even without using Blue Silver Grass's first soul skill, Wang Sheng had no chance of winning.
But if he didn't use Blue Silver Grass's first soul skill, how could he prove his teacher's theories?
"Wang Sheng, martial soul: War Tiger, Level 11 power attack system battle soul master!"
Wang Sheng announced his martial soul and level without any unnecessary words.
With a tiger's roar, his muscles began to swell. A black Wang character appeared on his forehead, and the nails on both hands became razor-sharp.
Most eye-catching of all was the hundred-year soul ring rising from beneath his feet, its pale yellow glow lighting up the entire dormitory.
"Oh, it really is a hundred-year soul ring?"
The Soul Ancestor Dean's eyes widened slightly. He had heard about Wang Sheng's exploits but had never seen them himself.
Most students at Nouding Academy had ten-year soul rings. Hundred-year soul rings were exceedingly rare!
"Grandmaster, it seems your disciple has met his match!"
The Soul Ancestor Dean spoke mildly, his hands hidden within his sleeves.
"Met his match?" Yu Xiaogang gave a disdainful smile.
"Oh, was I mistaken? Hundred-year soul rings aren't exactly common!"
The Soul Ancestor Dean looked surprised. Judging by Yu Xiaogang's expression, Tang San's victory seemed assured!
"Since you wish to know, Dean, allow me to offer my humble explanation!"
Yu Xiaogang flicked his sleeves, glanced toward Xu Yuan and Xiao Wu in the corner, and began his performance.
"They may seem evenly matched, but little San actually has three winning advantages!"
Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth, wagging his head.
"From the color of Wang Sheng's soul ring, I can tell that its age has only just crossed the hundred-year mark!"
"With my help, however, little San's first soul ring is over two hundred years old."
"Their soul rings differ in age by a hundred years. That is his first winning advantage!"
Yu Xiaogang paused, then continued.
"The soul beast Wang Sheng killed was a Saber-Toothed Tiger. Among soul beasts of the same rank, it falls in the middle and can hardly be called powerful!"
"Little San, on the other hand, killed a Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python. Among soul beasts of the same rank, those that can match its venom and toughness can be counted on one hand!"
"A Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python against a Saber-Toothed Tiger-that is his second winning advantage!"
"Little San follows the path of a control system soul master, whereas Wang Sheng follows the power attack system path!"
"According to my theoretical research, control system soul masters are invincible in single combat unless they encounter a martial soul that counters them!"
"That is his third winning advantage!"
"Therefore, I can conclude that little San cannot possibly lose!"
"If he loses despite having all three winning advantages, then he doesn't deserve to be my disciple!"
Yu Xiaogang flourished his wide sleeves and tilted his crew-cut head toward the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, a confident smile curling his lips.
Wang Sheng was merely trash with innate Level 2 soul power. How could he compare to Yu Xiaogang's disciple, who possessed innate full soul power and twin martial souls?
A soul master of Wang Sheng's caliber wouldn't qualify to become his disciple even if he knelt before him!
Once he went to the Star Dou Great Forest and found a suitable third soul ring, he would officially advance to Soul Elder!
By then, Wang Sheng probably wouldn't even qualify to kneel before him.
"So that's how it is!"
"As expected of a Grandmaster unrivaled in theory. Even the soul ring you chose for your disciple is so extraordinary!"
"I can hardly wait to see this child's first soul skill!"
The Soul Ancestor Dean didn't quite understand, but he was impressed. Everything Yu Xiaogang said sounded perfectly reasoned.
"Xu Yuan, did you hear everything I just explained?"
Yu Xiaogang asked with an air of profound wisdom.
"Grandmaster Yu, are control system soul masters really as powerful as you say?"
Xu Yuan didn't take the bait, choosing instead to change the subject.
As the Douluo Continent's foremost champion of control system soul masters, Yu Xiaogang believed the control system countered nearly every other system.
"Naturally!"
"Even if little San stands completely still, his first soul skill alone will be enough to make Wang Sheng surrender without a fight!"
Yu Xiaogang looked haughty, utterly dismissing Wang Sheng.
By his calculations, no soul master whose soul power was within ten levels of Tang San's could break free of Blue Silver Entanglement.
"What a load of hot air!" Xiao Wu curled her lip discreetly.
"Very well, I'll let you see for yourselves!"
"Little San, stay where you are and use your first soul skill!"
Yu Xiaogang shot Xiao Wu a sidelong glance. Like a master of micromanagement, he used his invincible theories to direct Tang San from afar!
Tang San had been about to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to quickly finish Wang Sheng off, but Yu Xiaogang's command stopped him cold.
"Stand still?" Tang San looked at his teacher in shock.
If he fought according to his teacher's instructions, wouldn't his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track become useless?
Yu Xiaogang clasped both hands behind his back and puffed out his chest. "Little San, I've taught you a great deal of martial soul theory, but I haven't yet had the chance to teach you practical combat techniques!"
"Today, follow your teacher's commands. I'll show you what makes control system soul masters so captivating!"
"Well... yes, Teacher!"
Tang San looked hesitant, but he still agreed.
With Teacher's extensive research into martial soul theory, there shouldn't be any problems, right?
Scenes from the Soul Hunting Forest involuntarily surfaced in Tang San's mind, and a faint sense of foreboding stirred in his heart.
"Little San, announce your martial soul and level. It shows respect and courtesy toward other soul masters!"
Yu Xiaogang's stare, like that of a spirit looming behind him, left Wang Sheng drenched in sweat.
"Tang San, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 13 control-type battle spirit master!"
A pale white glow emerged from Tang San. He raised his right hand, and a hideous, rotting stalk of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm.
The stalk of Blue Silver Grass was decayed and festering, its leaves covered in dark green mold. It no longer resembled Blue Silver Grass at all.
Even more unbearable was the sour, rank stench that hit them in the face-a mixture of rotting flesh and socks left unwashed for ten years!
"Urgh!"
One work-study student in the dormitory couldn't hold back a dry heave.
As though it had triggered a chain reaction, the others began retching in disgust.
"That's a Blue Silver Grass martial soul?"
The sight of that utterly revolting Blue Silver Grass made Wang Sheng's scalp prickle.
He wouldn't believe anyone who told him this Blue Silver Grass martial soul wasn't poisonous.
"Grandmaster! This Blue Silver Grass martial soul..." the Soul Ancestor Dean asked, covering his mouth and nose.
Yu Xiaogang deftly took out a mask and put it on, then handed another to the Dean.
"Blue Silver Grass is a universally acknowledged trash martial soul. If you want to overtake everyone on a bend, you naturally have to employ extraordinary methods!"
Yu Xiaogang remained calm, ignoring everyone else's strange looks.
"But this is far too..." The Soul Ancestor Dean didn't know how to describe it. "Won't it have a negative effect on the soul master?"
"According to my research into martial soul theory, only beast martial souls affect a soul master's body. Tool martial souls do not!"
"Besides, little San's Blue Silver Grass didn't inherit the Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python's toxicity."
The implications of Yu Xiaogang's words overloaded everyone's brains.
What did he mean, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass hadn't inherited its toxicity?
If it hadn't inherited any toxicity, then this foul smell coming from the Blue Silver Grass martial soul...
Wang Sheng thought for two breaths, then abruptly widened his eyes.
So all it did was give off a horrible stench?
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