Martial Soul Great Core Competition Theory?

"Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Soul?"

Bai Yu deliberately repeated it.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang said with a proud look on his face:

"No, not ten. Ten thousand—the Ten Thousand Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Soul!"

Tang San: "?"

The old bastard was holding back? He'd just told me there were ten.

Bai Yu asked again:

"Which ten thousand are they?"

Yu Xiaogang listed ten points. Just as he was about to state the eleventh, he opened his mouth but had no idea what to say.

Yeah, which ten thousand were they?

What were the remaining 9,990?

He fell into deep thought, sweating profusely as he said to Bai Yu:

"Wait here. I've forgotten a little. Let me go back to my room and look through my materials before I tell you!"

With that, he ignored Tang San and Bai Yu and ran straight for his room.

The Martial Soul competitiveness theories were the work of his entire life. Now that he had discovered his life's work was incomplete, how could he possibly sit still?

At that moment, a teacher who knew him saw him racing down the road and asked:

"Master, where are you going?"

Without even turning his head, Yu Xiaogang replied:

"Stop bothering me. I'm going to perfect my Ten Thousand Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Soul!"

The teacher was dumbfounded.

"Ten thousand?"

"Ten thousand!"

"Wasn't it ten?"

Yu Xiaogang said proudly:

"What the hell do you know? The ten theories were a simplified version released because I was afraid mediocre fools like you wouldn't be able to understand them all. Now I'm planning to reveal all ten thousand theories. Just wait!"

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang vanished in a flash.

The teacher:

He could not help but sneer:

"Damn it, ten thousand? He can barely pull off ten. That lunatic—no, wait, I need to spread this throughout the academy and let everyone come see him make a fool of himself!"

He immediately took off running, spreading the news everywhere.

"Master is going to put forward the Ten Thousand Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Soul!"

"Master is going to overturn the common sense of the Soul Master World!"

"Master is going to become the Saint of Literature!"

In an instant, the entire academy was thrown into an uproar. From teachers to students, everyone dropped what they were doing and surrounded Yu Xiaogang's room three layers deep inside and out.

Bai Yu looked at Tang San and asked:

"Little San, does your teacher really know those ten-thousand-whatever theories?"

Tang San looked utterly bewildered.

"I don't know. He only told me ten."

Bai Yu gave two dry coughs and said:

"How about we go handle our enrollment first?"

Tang San nodded. Good idea!

The two kept asking for directions and soon arrived at the new student enrollment office.

Inside the office, a teacher was about to hurry away when Tang San quickly stopped him.

"Teacher, we're new students here to enroll. Where are you going?"

The teacher shouted as he ran:

"Enrollment can wait! Master is about to make a spectacle of himself—no, Master is about to rise to greatness! Hurry and go watch!"

Watching the teacher run off, Bai Yu glanced at Tang San and said:

"Your teacher is about to rise to greatness."

Tang San: "."

At Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji hurriedly found Flender, who was reclining in a lounge chair and drinking tea.

Flender took a sip of tea and asked:

"What's got you in such a hurry? You're not young anymore. Stay calm when something happens."

"Big Brother, that guy known as Master in the martial world is your friend, right?"

Flender said with a sigh:

"Of course. We were the Golden Iron Triangle back then—"

"Forget the Iron Triangle. Master announced the Ten Thousand Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Soul at Nuoding Academy, and now the entire Heaven Dou Empire is in an uproar!"

Flender's expression froze. What the hell?

Where did Yu Xiaogang get ten thousand theories?

Those ten had been hard enough to make up, all right?

"Is that true?"

"How could it be false? He's at Nuoding Academy, and Nuoding Academy has become a tourist attraction!"

Flender: "???"

At Blue Tyrant Academy, Liu Erlong was cultivating when she suddenly heard several passing teachers talking downstairs.

"Hey, did you hear? That Master from Nuoding Academy has proposed the Ten Thousand Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Soul!"

"Who's Master?"

"Master—the Master known as Master in the martial world!"

"And then?"

"He originally only proposed ten theories, but now he suddenly claims there are ten thousand. He even said everyone in the world was mediocre and that he had only simplified them to ten because he was afraid no one would understand."

"Whoa! That's insanely arrogant!"

"Yeah. People all over the Heaven Dou Empire are heading to Nuoding Academy to watch the show!"

Liu Erlong's eyes snapped open, and she shot to her feet.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

After hearing his subordinate's report, Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen nearly had a heart attack.

"Bastard! That unfilial son of mine committed incest within the clan, and after leaving it, he still wants to grind the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's reputation into the dirt! I, Yu Yuanzhen, no longer have a son!"

After saying that, Yu Yuanzhen fainted from rage.

His subordinates turned pale in shock and rushed over. Some pinched his philtrum, while others splashed cold water on him.

"Clan Leader, you can't let anything happen to you!"

At Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong sat on the Pope's Chair with her long legs crossed, but her face was filled with bewilderment.

She looked at the guard below and asked in disbelief:

"Say that again?"

"Master of Nuoding Academy has proposed the Ten Thousand Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Soul and mocked everyone in the world as mediocre fools!"

Bibi Dong: "???"

Was this still Yu Xiaogang?

At Nuoding Academy, half a day had already passed, yet Yu Xiaogang stubbornly refused to come out.

Someone had already begun selling sunflower seeds, drinks, and bottled water among the crowd.

A teacher cracked sunflower seeds as he looked at the Dean and asked:

"Dean, you're Master's friend. Does Master really have ten thousand theories?"

The Dean gave two dry coughs, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and said:

"If he says he has them, then he has them."

"Then why isn't he coming out?"

"If there are ten thousand of them, organizing them should take quite a bit of time. Let's wait a little longer."

Just then, unnoticed in the shadows, a Four-Eyed Cat Owl descended from the sky, concealed all its aura, and slipped into the crowd.

In another corner, an envoy sent by Bibi Dong also quietly landed, disguised himself as a bystander, and blended into the crowd.

For a time, the area was filled with spies from every faction—Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family, other academies. Everyone wanted to watch the drama!

But after some more time passed and it was already dinner time, Yu Xiaogang still had not come out.

Someone finally could not take it anymore and complained:

"Master isn't messing with us, is he? Is he coming out or not?"

"Exactly. Since he dared to bring it up in public, he must have prepared for it already. At worst, we can help him organize them, can't we?"

"Exactly. There are already several thousand people here. If each person writes down two or three, that'll be enough. Master, come out! We'll help you organize them!"

For a time, everyone grew impatient and repeatedly urged Master to come out. Their voices rose like crashing waves.

Meanwhile, inside Master's room, Master listened to the furious crowd outside and lay sobbing over his desk.

"I—I—I can't make up ten thousand damn theories!"