"You only need to stall for time, or use smaller attacks against him."
Yu Xiaogang was very confident in himself.
He believed that Su Mo's soul skill definitely fell into one of those two categories.
He had to admit that Yu Xiaogang was indeed clever, and he hadn't guessed wrong on this point.
Yet he didn't know that Su Mo himself never knew what he would draw next.
Besides, Su Mo's current Soul Power could handle drawing thirty or forty times without any problem.
However, Tang San didn't know that, and he was very excited right now.
He thought he had found a way to defeat Su Mo.
"Teacher, I understand. I'm going to challenge him again right now."
He was determined to wash away this humiliation.
Especially to let Xiao Wu see that he had only been careless before, and he would definitely win this time.
Watching the eagerly running-off Tang San, Yu Xiaogang reached out to stop him.
Before he could even speak, Tang San had already vanished from sight.
He shook his head, picked up his notebook, and resumed reading.
"Just what kind of martial soul undergoes this sort of mutation?"
He decided to go and ask Su Mo in person.
As it turned out, just as Yu Xiaogang arrived at the entrance of Dorm Seven, Tang San looked at him with an excited expression.
While Yu Xiaogang was still wondering what was going on, Tang San spoke up: "Teacher, do you still have a Soul Tool?"
Yu Xiaogang wore a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"
Tang San hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't have a stake, so Su Mo won't duel with me."
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened. It was one thing that the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moonlit Night he had given to Tang San had been lost by him.
Now the boy actually had the nerve to ask him for another Soul Tool.
How could this disciple of his be so insatiable?
In a less-than-pleasant tone, he said: "Soul Tools aren't that common. I only have that single one."
Hearing this, Tang San felt somewhat disappointed; this teacher of his wasn't very capable after all.
He couldn't even produce a single Soul Tool.
It wasn't like he wouldn't return it; once his strength improved in the future and he crafted some Hidden Weapons, wouldn't they be stronger than a mere Soul Tool?
Gangzi was really narrowing his own path.
Yu Xiaogang had no idea what Tang San was thinking inside.
Right now, he only wanted to know how Su Mo had managed to break through to the Tenth Level so quickly.
And just how that Thousand-Year Soul Ring had come about.
He stepped past Tang San and walked into Dorm Seven.
Su Mo raised an eyebrow, not understanding what Yu Xiaogang was here for.
Could it be that he had come to avenge Tang San?
Surely not; Gangzi shouldn't be shameless enough for that.
"Student Su Mo, I'm curious. With your innate Soul Power of level three, how did you manage to break through to the tenth level so quickly?"
Yu Xiaogang put on a smile that he thought was very amiable.
Su Mo understood; so it was about this matter.
He had already prepared himself.
After all, when his Soul Power was tested back then, it really had only been level three.
Now that he had broken through so fast, it would be strange if no one noticed.
However, he already had an explanation ready.
Su Mo spread his hands and said very innocently: "I don't know either, I just broke through like that."
"Maybe because my martial soul is special?"
Anyway, no one had ever seen his mutated martial soul, so he could just pin everything on that.
As for whether they believed it or not, that was none of his concern.
Since they didn't possess this martial soul, they had no choice but to believe him.
Who asked his martial soul to be special?
Yu Xiaogang was half-convinced-could it really be like this?
He decided it sounded reasonable.
After all, a Thousand-Year Soul Ring had already appeared, so having a slightly special martial soul wasn't entirely impossible.
Yet he had never heard of a special martial soul being able to increase cultivation speed.
"Then where did your soul ring come from?"
"You must know that according to my theory, the limit for a Soul Master's first soul ring is four hundred and twenty-three years."
Su Mo shrugged: "I drew it out, of course."
"Teacher, you should know that my martial soul is special, right?"
The corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched-your martial soul is special, so anything goes, is that it?
Still unwilling to give up, he pressed: "Can you draw again? I'd like to study it."
Su Mo shook his head: "Sorry, even I don't know when I'll be able to draw the next time."
"So I can't fulfill Teacher's request."
Yu Xiaogang was somewhat skeptical: "Really?"
Su Mo nodded: "Of course. Why would I lie to you?"
Feeling rather disappointed, Yu Xiaogang asked once more: "In that case, can you release your soul skill for me to see?"
Su Mo frowned-wait a minute, am I actually giving you face now?
Why are you pushing your luck?
"Sorry, I just finished a duel today, and my Soul Power hasn't recovered."
"If there's nothing else, we're going to get some food."
"Is that how you speak to your teacher?" Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brows as well.
You had to know that usually every single student treated him with the utmost respect.
Su Mo's current attitude was simply lacking all respect for his elders.
Su Mo sneered: "What? Do you really take yourself for somebody just because people call you Grandmaster?"
"A trash in his fifties who is still stuck at the twenty-ninth rank, do you actually think you're a grandmaster?"
"You actually believe it just because people flatter you a bit?"
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened somewhat. Pointing at Su Mo in exasperation, he stammered: "You..."
Tang San's eyes gleamed with cold light: "Su Mo, how dare you speak to my teacher like this? You've already brought the path of destruction upon yourself."
Su Mo curled his lip: "You're just a loser who was defeated by me. Who gave you the courage to speak in front of me?"
Stung by the deep humiliation, Tang San gnashed his teeth and said: "If you have the guts, let's fight again. This time I'll definitely beat you to the ground."
Su Mo wouldn't even deign to look at him properly: "Hah, a defeated opponent-wait until you have a proper stake before you talk."
In a rage, Tang San snapped: "You..."
Su Mo said indifferently: "I don't talk to losers."
"Oh, and as for you-a piece of trash who dares to call yourself a grandmaster."
"In your fifties and still at the twenty-ninth rank, if I were you, I would have found a brick and smashed my brains out long ago."
Breathing heavily, Yu Xiaogang pointed a trembling finger at Su Mo: "You show no respect for your elders! I'm going to report this to the Dean and have you driven out of Notting Academy."
Su Mo curled his lip: "Whatever."
He genuinely didn't care.
"Alright, I've wasted so much breath on you two that my stomach is growling."
"Let's go, Xiao Wu. Time to eat."
Xiao Wu came skipping over.
She didn't forget to make a face at Yu Xiaogang.
"When you expel Su Mo, make sure to count me in as well."
With that, she followed Su Mo toward the cafeteria.
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed with anger as he pointed at the backs of Su Mo and Xiao Wu: "Simply lawless! I'm going to speak to the Dean right now."
Tang San quickly chimed in: "Teacher, that Su Mo certainly deserves to be expelled, but what that girl just said was definitely nonsense-don't take it to heart."
He certainly didn't want Xiao Wu to be expelled as well.
If that happened, wouldn't he never get to see Xiao Wu again in the future?
However, Tang San felt very happy inside about Su Mo's potential expulsion.
If Su Mo got kicked out, wouldn't Xiao Wu belong to him?
By then, he believed that after spending enough time together, Xiao Wu would definitely grow to like him.
The more Tang San thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing Su Mo could be expelled right this instant.
Yu Xiaogang calmed his emotions, finally recovering his composure.
He desperately wanted to study Su Mo's martial soul.
Therefore, expelling Su Mo was not actually the outcome he wanted.
Those words he'd just spoken were merely meant to threaten Su Mo.
Right at that moment, a teacher came running over in a flurry.
"Grandmaster, so you're here. The Dean is looking for you."
Yu Xiaogang looked puzzled: "What does he want with me?"
The teacher shook his head: "I don't know, but judging by the Dean's expression, it doesn't look too good. You'd better prepare yourself."
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