You Call Yourself a Grandmaster? Yu Xiaogang Gets Torn Apart

"Young man, where you can spare someone, spare them. This is academy grounds. Hurting people at the slightest provocation shows rather too much hostility."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was low and hoarse, his face stiff and expressionless. He carried himself like a scholar who believed himself above everyone else, a man who had seen through the ways of the world.

He walked over slowly and looked down at Su Chen. Then he picked up the two awakening certificates that the gust had blown to the ground.

His eyes swept across Su Chen's entry, and he froze as though struck by lightning!

[Martial Soul: Unknown; Innate Soul Power: Level 20; Issued by: Deacon Su Yuntao.]

"Innate level twenty... an unknown Martial Soul?!" Yu Xiaogang's fingers trembled. The fervor in his eyes nearly spilled over.

His Martial Soul had mutated into Luo Sanpao, leaving him trapped at level twenty-nine for life. His greatest obsession was proving to the world—and to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that looked down on him—that his theories were second to none!

If he could take a peerless prodigy with a divine-level Martial Soul and innate level twenty Soul Power as his disciple, then under his careful guidance, that disciple would surely become a peerless giant capable of subduing the Divine Realm.

Who would dare mock Yu Xiaogang as a useless man who knew only how to wage war on paper then?

Yu Xiaogang swiftly suppressed his elation and forced himself to maintain the stern, inscrutable air of a master beyond worldly affairs.

He looked up at Su Chen and spoke with absolute certainty.

"Your name is Su Chen, isn't it, child? I must admit, your talent is rarely seen in this world. But on the Douluo Continent, the stronger and rarer a Martial Soul is, the more treacherous its path of cultivation becomes. One wrong step could sever every meridian in your body and leave you a cripple."

Yu Xiaogang lifted his chin slightly and clasped his hands behind his back. "My name is Yu Xiaogang. The Soul Master World calls me Grandmaster. The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, which I spent decades developing, are the foremost Martial Soul Theory of our age. Ordinary, mediocre teachers know nothing of how to cultivate a divine-level Martial Soul. Only by becoming my disciple and following my theories can you bring your divine talent to its fullest potential, break past the continent's limits, and become a god-level Soul Master whose name will endure through the ages!"

Yu Xiaogang waited with complete confidence for Su Chen to look at him with worshipful awe and perform the grand ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows.

Beside them, Tang San felt a slight jolt.

He had his doubts about the black-robed middle-aged man's arrogant claims. Still, the title of "Grandmaster" and his systematic theories held no small appeal for someone eager to understand the world of Martial Souls.

Old Jack hurriedly bowed again and again, his face full of alarm. "Oh! So you're the academy's esteemed Grandmaster..."

But faced with Yu Xiaogang's calculating, arrogant speech, Su Chen suddenly gave a derisive laugh.

The sound rang through the quiet academy entrance, thick with undisguised mockery and contempt. It was especially grating.

Yu Xiaogang's face stiffened. He frowned, his voice dropping. "What are you laughing at, child?"

"Guide me? What makes you think you're worthy?"

Su Chen stepped forward. A purple-gold dragon gleam flickered in his eyes.

His Ancestral Dragon Divine Eyes pierced straight through Yu Xiaogang's meridians and sea of consciousness like two incomparably sharp divine swords!

"Your own Martial Soul is a short-legged pig-dog whose farts sound like thunder. You've spent half your life cultivating and still can't break past level twenty-nine. And you have the gall to call yourself a Grandmaster in front of me?"

Boom...!

Every word Su Chen spoke struck like thunder. Every sentence cut straight to the heart.

"You... you! Arrogant brat! How dare you!"

Yu Xiaogang's stiff face turned the color of pig liver, and veins bulged across his forehead.

He shook with rage, pointing at Su Chen, unable even to get his words out!

What he hated most—and felt most ashamed of—was Luo Sanpao and the level twenty-nine bottleneck that had dogged him his whole life.

For twenty years, whether at Shrek Academy or Nuoding Academy, everyone who knew his circumstances had spared his dignity. None had ever dared tear away his last scrap of cover to his face.

Yet this boy, only six years old and newly arrived, had seen through his Mutated Martial Soul and his bottleneck at a glance.

[Ding! The host has used his supreme divine eyes to discern the truth, publicly shattered Yu Xiaogang's Grandmaster facade, pierced his pathological pride, and severely disrupted his fated path to taking a disciple!]

[The Destiny Plunder System has triggered a divine-level critical reward!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a divine-level physique enhancement: Pure Yang Dragon Emperor Hegemony Body advanced (immune to all poisons; strength amplification doubled).]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a supreme-grade divine storage artifact: the Nine Dragons Heaven-Nascent Ring (contains an independent pocket dimension spanning ten thousand zhang; can hold living beings).]

The system's crisp notifications sounded one after another in Su Chen's mind.

Su Chen felt the blood and energy within him surge like a galloping true dragon. His already incomparably tough body underwent another qualitative leap, and his invisible presence grew more majestic and vast.

He could not be bothered to spare the furious, thoroughly humiliated Yu Xiaogang another glance.

He took his awakening certificate from Yu Xiaogang's trembling hand, then turned to Old Jack and said gently, "Grandpa Jack, we've got the certificate. Let's go in and complete the enrollment paperwork."

"Ah... yes, yes!" Old Jack had not fully grasped the deeper meaning of Su Chen's words, but he could see that Su Chen had torn this "Grandmaster" to pieces with his rebuttal.

He quickly led Su Chen through the academy gates.

The instant Su Chen stepped into Nuoding Academy, the Ancestral Dragon Divine Eyes deep within his sea of consciousness stirred.

They caught a faint trace of an unusual aura drifting from the dormitory area near the academy's rear mountain.

It carried the fresh scent of grass and trees, mingled with the pure, delicate essence of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast...

A Soft Bone Rabbit!

"Xiao Wu, the transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast... So she's already at Dorm Seven." Su Chen smiled and headed unhurriedly toward the work-study students' dormitory.

Outside the academy gates, the cold wind swept through.

Yu Xiaogang slumped against the edge of a flower bed, his face ashen.

His eyes were vacant. He looked ten years older.

The pride and Grandmaster's dignity he had spent twenty years painstakingly building had been trampled to pieces by Su Chen's merciless exposure.

"Impossible... How could he know about Luo Sanpao? A divine-level Martial Soul... Could he really have been born with the wisdom of the gods?" Yu Xiaogang clutched his head in anguish, his lips trembling.

Just then, a voice that sounded young yet steady spoke beside him.

"Grandmaster, are you all right?"

Yu Xiaogang shuddered and looked up, straight into Tang San's searching eyes.

Tang San still held the awakening certificate marked "Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power." He stood respectfully before Yu Xiaogang.

At the sight of the certificate in Tang San's hand, a feverish, almost sickly hope flared anew in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. Moments ago, he had been mired in despair!

Blue Silver Grass!

Innate Full Soul Power!

Su Chen possessed a divine-level Martial Soul Yu Xiaogang could not control. But the child before him had Blue Silver Grass, widely recognized as a Trash Martial Soul, yet somehow possessed Innate Full Soul Power!

If I can prove that even Blue Silver Grass can produce a peerless powerhouse, my theories can still shake the entire continent! I'll make that arrogant brat regret today for the rest of his life!

Yu Xiaogang's thoughts screamed within him.

He forced down his humiliation and the churning blood and energy in his body, straightened his wrinkled robe, and stepped slowly up to Tang San. He had barely reached him when he spoke in an even voice.

"That arrogant child left, while you... stayed."

Tang San paused, then looked Yu Xiaogang over. "Grandmaster, what would you like to tell me?"

Yu Xiaogang smiled and lowered his voice.

"Your certificate says your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass and your Innate Soul Power is at the full level ten. Others might see it as the heavens envying a gifted child. But to me, it reveals an enormous flaw."

Tang San's heart tightened. He quietly circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body. "What flaw?"

"According to the law in my Ten Core Competencies—that Martial Soul quality and Soul Power are directly proportional—the quality of a Martial Soul determines one's Innate Soul Power. Blue Silver Grass is universally acknowledged as a standard Trash Martial Soul. For it to produce even a trace of Soul Power upon awakening would be a miracle. It could never support Innate Full Soul Power!"

Yu Xiaogang stared at him, his words carrying unshakable confidence.

"So there is only one possible explanation. Besides Blue Silver Grass, another exceptionally powerful, top-tier Martial Soul lies hidden within you—one capable of granting you Innate Full Soul Power!"

Yu Xiaogang bent down and leaned close to Tang San's ear.

"Child, you possess something seen only once in a century... Twin Martial Souls!"

Those four words shattered Tang San's mental defenses.

Tang San jolted, horror filling his face.

Apart from his disheartened, hard-drinking father, Tang Hao, no one in this world had ever known his secret: that he possessed the Clear Sky Hammer as his Second Martial Soul!

Yet with nothing but a thin awakening certificate and no outside help, this middle-aged man had reasoned his way through to the deepest secret Tang San had carried across two lifetimes!

Such insight...

Such exquisite mastery of Martial Soul Theory...

The wariness and caution in Tang San's heart receded like the tide.

In their place rose awe and respect from the depths of his soul!

While studying the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record in the Tang Sect, he had come to value foresight and breadth of knowledge above all else.

And in his eyes, Yu Xiaogang was undoubtedly the supreme master who could guide him to the summit of this unfamiliar continent!

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San straightened his clothes, dropped to both knees, and performed the grand disciple-taking ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows before Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, please accept this bow from your disciple Tang San!"

A teacher for a day was a father for life!

As Yu Xiaogang looked down at Tang San kneeling at his feet, wild joy and a sickly satisfaction spread across his pale, contorted face.

He raised his head, helped Tang San up with both hands, and made a silent vow.

Su Chen, so what if you possess a divine-level Martial Soul?

Today, I, Yu Xiaogang, have taken in a heaven-blessed genius with Twin Martial Souls. When the time comes to stand at the continent's summit, we'll see whether your Chaos Ancestral Dragon commands wind and rain—or the disciple I've taught rules the world!