Seeing a flicker of confusion in Tang San's eyes, Yu Xiaogang truly began to crack, but he still forced himself to maintain his image and said coldly, "Rank twenty-nine is already the limit of what I can achieve. Heaven is unjust and has trapped me here. It isn't that I haven't worked hard."
"Then that means you've already decided your own martial soul is trash. Right now, you're refuting your own most fundamental theory. Because your martial soul is trash, you're stuck at rank twenty-nine, yet what you're trying to say is that you yourself aren't trash."
Yu Xiaogang grew a little flustered, but he still stubbornly argued, "No, what I mean is-"
Dai Mubai's mind was exceptionally clear at that moment, and he quickly sorted out the crux of the matter. With a sneer, he interrupted him. "But if you say your martial soul isn't trash, then according to your own theory, you're the trash. So even a three-year-old wouldn't believe this theory of yours. Something a Soul Grandmaster dreamed up in his fantasies-if you published it as a book, it would probably only be fit for kindling. You're the only one who takes yourself seriously. If not for your connection to the dean, who would bother with someone as arrogant and ignorant as you?"
At this, Tang San's face reddened beside them. He really did seem to have believed it.
Still, he clung to a measure of hope regarding his own martial soul-if Blue Silver Grass was a trash martial soul, how could it possibly have developed to its present level?
Now Yu Xiaogang was genuinely stunned speechless, and even his tone grew panicked. "No, impossible. My Ten Core Competencies have clearly already received-"
Dai Mubai gave him no chance to speak, cutting him off outright. "No amount