The Master of Theory Theft!

"Pfft!"

At Yu Xiaogang's words, Sunday could not help letting out a derisive snort.

Yu Xiaogang, who had still been holding forth, and Tang San, whose face had been full of admiration, both knitted their brows at Sunday's snort.

"What? Does Mr. Sunday think there is something wrong with this Grandmaster's work?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Sunday in displeasure, already cursing him inwardly for daring to mock him in front of so many people.

Tang San put his left hand behind his back and cocked his Silent Sleeve Arrow.

This fellow actually dared to mock Teacher. He has already found his path to death!

Xue Qinghe, Ning Fengzhi, and the others looked at Sunday curiously, unsure what he meant.

Although they, too, loathed Yu Xiaogang, everything he had said was indeed factual.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was still glaring furiously, Sunday curled his lips into a smile. His golden eyes fixed on the man as he posed a question.

"Did you create these so-called ten core competencies of martial soul yourself?"

Hearing Sunday's question, Yu Xiaogang could not help straightening his back and declaring proudly:

"Of course. The ten core competencies of martial soul are the fruit of decades of my painstaking work!"

Sunday nodded at that and spread his hands.

"I have read them, actually. As for my assessment, they're a pile of dog shit!"

At Sunday's words, Tang San stepped forward, killing intent filling his eyes, as though he would take Sunday's life in the next second.

"What right do you have to speak that way about Teacher's life's work? Apologize to my teacher."

Sunday paid no heed to Tang San's warning. Had he not wanted to avoid revealing himself too early, he would have slapped Tang San to death the moment he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were now bloodshot, and he panted like an ox, as though he wanted to glare Sunday to death.

"You must give me an explanation. Otherwise, I, Yu Xiaogang, will not let you off."

Flender also frowned at Sunday upon hearing his words.

Flender knew that Yu Xiaogang valued his theories above everything else.

How was denying his theories to his face any different from killing him?

As though he had not noticed their expressions, Sunday leisurely took two steps forward and spoke:

"Am I wrong? You keep insisting that the ten core competencies of martial soul are your life's work.

"Then I have to ask: how did someone who passed fifty while still at level twenty learn the age limits for absorbing thousand-year and ten thousand year soul rings?"

Confronted by Sunday's question, Yu Xiaogang immediately choked. His mouth moved, and his expression turned ugly.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang fall silent, everyone wore strange expressions.

The Shrek Seven Devils in particular had never paid attention to this before, but now that they thought about it, he was right!

How did someone who had not even broken through level thirty know the age limits for absorbing a thousand-year soul ring?

After hearing Sunday's words, Xue Qinghe became even more contemptuous of Yu Xiaogang.

He had thought the man was so impressive, yet he was not even a Soul Elder. Xue Qinghe had been level twenty when he first awakened his martial soul!

"I..."

"Teacher, say something!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang stammer without managing to say anything, Tang San grew anxious.

At the same time, a bad premonition rose in his heart, sending a chill through him.

"I... I... consulted some ancient texts..."

Yu Xiaogang finally stammered out those words.

Sunday smiled faintly at that.

"So this is Grandmaster Yu's original work? I never saw any acknowledgment of borrowed material in the ten core competencies of martial soul!"

"I did borrow that particular point, but the other nine are all my own!"

Seeing the expressions around him, Yu Xiaogang simply smashed the already cracked pot. His skin was thick enough anyway.

"Really? Then Grandmaster Yu truly is impressive."

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang still refused to admit it, Sunday had no intention of indulging him. The fool had insisted on asking for trouble.

"The first of the ten core competencies of martial soul states that martial souls are divided into tool martial souls and beast martial souls.

"Even that first half is absurdly wrong, yet you actually dared to write it down and lead students astray."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately retorted.

"What could possibly be wrong with it? Martial souls fall into those two major categories. That has been established for a thousand years!"

Sunday nodded, his tone full of certainty.

"Yes, it was established a thousand years ago. So Grandmaster Yu does know that this is common knowledge dating back a thousand years.

"Then I would like to ask Grandmaster Yu: if you compile a piece of common knowledge that everyone knows into your own academic theory, you can call it your original creation?

"What? If nobody says it aloud, nobody knows it? When you buy something on the street, nobody opens by telling you it costs money. Does that mean you don't have to pay?"

"I..."

Yu Xiaogang was stumped again. He had never imagined that someone would bring this up.

"Well..."

"And another thing!"

Sunday continued, his gaze turning serious.

"Who told you there were only these two kinds of martial souls? How would you classify a purely spatial martial soul?

"The martial souls of this continent take countless forms: body martial souls, spiritual martial souls, and even your own detached martial soul!"

As he spoke, Sunday pointed at Yu Xiaogang, who stood rooted to the spot, at a loss.

"Any one of those martial souls represents an enormous category, yet you lump them all together. Is that the rigor a scholar should possess?"

By this point, everyone present had seen Yu Xiaogang's true colors. The theft of theories alone was enough to get him beaten to death.

Dai Mubai and the other four standing behind Yu Xiaogang quietly put some distance between themselves and him.

Seeing everyone's reactions, displeasure flashed through Tang San's eyes.

How can these people not believe Teacher? He simply didn't think of it... right?

Then Tang San noticed Xiao Wu hiding behind Zhu Zhuqing, and astonishment flashed across his face.

"Xiao Wu, why don't you believe Teacher either?!"

Tang San felt deeply hurt and confused. How could the little sister he had grown up with not believe his teacher?

Hearing Tang San shout her name so loudly, Xiao Wu, who was hiding behind Zhu Zhuqing, wanted to die.

She had already been trying to make herself less noticeable ever since she saw the three members of Heaven Dou's education committee.

Gu Rong's arrival afterward had nearly scared her rabbit fur out of her.

She had never expected Tang San to shout her name so loudly at this critical moment. How was that any different from telling Gu Rong that she was a soul beast?

This Tang San is actually going to get me killed for the sake of that thief!

For the first time in all these years, Xiao Wu felt disgust toward Tang San.

It was not just because Tang San had exposed her in public, but also because of his unquestioning obedience to Yu Xiaogang.

It was not as though she had never attended classes at Nuoding Academy. How could she not know Yu Xiaogang's level?

She had merely accommodated him because of Tang San. She had never imagined that Yu Xiaogang was actually a theory thief as well.

Her opinion of Yu Xiaogang fell another few notches. He always acted as though everyone else was beneath him, yet he turned out to be a thief.

Humans really are sanctimonious hypocrites!

And there was Tang San's pathological obedience: whatever Yu Xiaogang said, he believed it was right.

"Brother San, I... I don't feel well!"

Complaints aside, Xiao Wu still poked her head out to offer an explanation. She did not want her Brother San to misunderstand.