"Hmph, big words. Then let me see just how capable you really are!"
Yu Xiaogang absolutely refused to believe that he, a rank-29 Soul Grandmaster, could lose to a mere child.
He pressed his palms together, then swung them sharply downward.
"Come out, Luo Sanpao!"
With a pop, a fat pig covered in pale purple fur appeared before Yu Xiaogang.
Luo Sanpao grunted as he rubbed against Yu Xiaogang's trouser leg, his short tail wagging like a dog's, full of eager affection.
"Wow! What kind of martial soul is that?"
Xiao Wu's eyes widened.
Tang San Niang looked astonished too.
"That martial soul looks no different from a living creature."
Luo Sanpao seemed to understand human speech and grunted twice at Tang San Niang.
Xiao Wu studied him curiously. "Why does he have a bump on his head? He looks so funny."
Tang Yin stared at the bump atop Luo Sanpao's head.
It was the beginnings of a dragon horn, representing Luo Sanpao's potential to transform into a dragon.
Unfortunately, his master lacked the ability to awaken that potential.
As the saying went, there were no useless martial souls, only a useless Yu Xiaogang.
Whenever he thought of Gangzi's famous line-"I nurtured a god"-
Tang Yin found it laughable.
A freeloader carried to victory was still a freeloader. How did he have the nerve to call himself the MVP?
Yu Xiaogang's hide truly was thicker than anyone else's on the Douluo Continent.
At that thought, a little more mockery entered Tang Yin's gaze as he looked at Yu Xiaogang.
A person could lack ability, but they should at least have some shame.
Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened.
"Don't say I didn't warn you. Once a match begins, we must give it our all."
"My next attack isn't something a child like you can withstand. If you're afraid, admit defeat."
Yu Xiaogang was not blind. Naturally, he could see that Tang Yin's eyes held none of the respect due to a Grandmaster like himself.
He had therefore decided to teach the boy a harsh lesson. First a beating with the stick, then a sweet-that was how he would thoroughly tame this arrogant disciple who had no respect for his elders, making him easier to instruct in the future.
"Little San Niang, take Xiao Wu farther away."
Tang Yin gave Tang San Niang that instruction.
Then he turned back and said calmly, "Let's make this quick."
Yu Xiaogang narrowed his eyes. "You aren't going to release your martial soul? And... your soul ring?"
Tang Yin said flatly, "You claimed with such certainty that you could help develop my martial soul, yet you don't even know that it's part of my body?"
"As for my soul ring? I don't need it against you."
"Arrogant! The first lesson I teach you today will be humility!"
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly.
"Sanpao! Attack!"
Luo Sanpao growled, drawing in air like a hurricane as his already fat belly swelled into a ball.
The next moment, a yellow soul ring settled around him.
"Fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Yu Xiaogang shouted, pulling out a mask and putting it on while he was at it.
Tang Yin tapped the ground with his toes, his movements suddenly becoming elusive as a phantom.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
Once unleashed, it granted astonishing speed. Even within the narrowest space, every shift and turn flowed without the slightest hesitation.
Yu Xiaogang was startled. He had never expected the boy to possess such a movement technique.
But he quickly regained his composure, secretly feeling pleased with himself.
"You're a child after all. Do you think I can't deal with you just because I can't aim at you?"
"Luo Sanpao's farts aren't something a human can endure."
By now, Luo Sanpao's belly was bulging high. With a rumble of muffled thunder, a yellow dome of light burst forth, covering every inch within several meters.
The corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth lifted.
Once the smoke cleared, victory would be his.
Just then, a figure shot out, swift as a thunderbolt.
Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted. "Luo Sanpao! Stop him!"
"Oink, oink!"
A fat body abruptly blocked Yu Xiaogang, charging fiercely at the approaching figure.
Luo Sanpao was over a meter and a half long, with a massive body weighing nearly two hundred kilograms. His charge packed tremendous force.
Yu Xiaogang seized the opportunity to place his second soul ring around him.
He prepared to unleash his Second Soul Skill.
Yet Tang Yin showed no intention of dodging. Instead of slowing, he accelerated, charging straight into Luo Sanpao.
"Have you gone mad?!" Yu Xiaogang cried in shock.
What followed was one of the most mind-blowing sights he had ever witnessed.
At the instant Tang Yin collided with Luo Sanpao-
Tang Yin abruptly checked his momentum and braced his leading elbow against Luo Sanpao's chest. Then he turned his body and twisted his waist, redirecting the force of Luo Sanpao's charge and drawing him into a spin.
As though handling a ball, he lifted him high and spun him.
This was a core technique of Taiji Fist: ward-off force, relaxed without dispersing, firm without stiffening.
Rollback force used the body to lead the hands, borrowing momentum and strength-four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds!
Like a rubber ball, Luo Sanpao was tossed into the air by Tang Yin, spinning endlessly and squealing in terror.
Any harm inflicted on Luo Sanpao was also transmitted to Yu Xiaogang, including that dizzying sensation of the whole world spinning.
With a thud, Yu Xiaogang landed on his backside and cursed, "You stupid pig! Hurry up and use your soul skill!"
Hearing his master's scolding, Luo Sanpao grunted, hurt and aggrieved.
Suspended in midair, he had nothing to push against, much less any way to inhale and fart.
How am I supposed to use a soul skill like this? Can't you just recall me and summon me again?
"You dare talk back! Useless! Stupid pig! You're utterly worthless!"
Yu Xiaogang flew into a rage.
"How disgusting. He's incompetent himself, yet he blames his martial soul."
Xiao Wu could no longer stomach it and spat in disgust.
Tang San Niang's gaze toward Yu Xiaogang was also filled with contempt. Was a worthless man like this fit to be a teacher? He even dreamed of guiding her and her brother's cultivation. He truly had no idea of his own limitations.
Yu Xiaogang was on the verge of vomiting. He immediately waved both hands, and Luo Sanpao turned into a streak of purple light that returned to his body.
A figure arrived right behind him. Tang Yin flicked his wrist, pressing the keen edge of the Short Blade against Yu Xiaogang's throat.
"You lost."
Tang Yin's voice was flat.
Yu Xiaogang's face was as pale as paper, his lips trembling.
"You... how were you unaffected by the stench?"
"Don't you call yourself a Grandmaster? You can't even figure that out?"
Tang Yin sneered.
With his current internal power from the Mysterious Heaven Skill, holding his breath for an hour or two posed no problem.
That was also why Xiao Wu and Tang San Niang could stand nearby without their expressions changing.
However, he had no intention of clearing up Yu Xiaogang's confusion.
Yu Xiaogang's face grew utterly dark. If Luo Sanpao, that pig, had not been such trash, how could he have failed to beat even a six-year-old child?
That hateful Luo Sanpao had ruined my entire life!
And he's still dragging me down even now!
He deserves to die!
He watched helplessly as Tang Yin put away his precious treasure.
Yu Xiaogang's heart bled.
A hundred schemes laid with care, yet drawing water with a bamboo basket left him with nothing.
He could not accept it.
"Tang Yin, you can't judge things by appearances alone. Some people look weak, but they're far from ordinary."
"Take me, for example. My innate soul power was only rank 0.5, yet I cultivated all the way to rank twenty-nine and became a Soul Grandmaster. That alone shows my talent and brilliance! If a trash martial soul hadn't held me back, today's outcome would certainly have been different."
Yu Xiaogang looked thoroughly proud of himself.
"That's not what you said earlier."
Tang San Niang affectionately linked arms with her brother, looking at Yu Xiaogang with utter disgust. How could anyone in the world be this shameless?!
Yu Xiaogang's expression did not change. He said mildly, "Your younger sister hasn't absorbed a soul ring yet, has she? With my theoretical guidance, she would certainly be able to absorb a Maximum-Year First Soul Ring, and even rewrite Blue Silver Grass's fate as a trash martial soul."
"Your Spirit Veins martial soul is certainly unexpected, but shouldn't you consider your sister's future?"
Hearing this shameless speech, even Tang Yin could not help laughing.
So... now that you've realized you can't win with your fists, you're resorting to mouth techniques again?
And you've gone straight to moral blackmail. You really do live up to your reputation, Gangzi!
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