"Body Academy..."
Tang San abruptly stopped cultivating, irrepressible hatred churning in his eyes.
The scene of Xiao Wu being abducted and forced to sacrifice herself before him surfaced in his mind once again.
"San."
Yu Xiaogang strode over and reached out to pull Tang San into a corner of the training grounds.
"You've heard that the Body Sect has established an academy and will be entering this Soul Master Tournament, haven't you?"
"Yes."
Tang San clenched both fists tightly. "Teacher, I know. I will defeat the Body Academy team at the tournament and avenge Xiao Wu!"
Yu Xiaogang raised a hand to stroke his beard, his expression confident.
"Don't worry, San."
Yu Xiaogang rattled off, "Based on my many years of research into Martial Soul Theory, body martial souls are inherently very weak."
"Those Titled Douluo of the Body Sect must have piled up their strength through crooked paths and evil secret arts. Their younger generation's foundations absolutely cannot be strong!"
At those words.
Tang San's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Really!"
Yu Xiaogang nodded with a smile, declaring with ringing conviction, "Although there are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters."
"Body martial souls are, ultimately, innately inferior to tool martial souls and beast martial souls."
Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San's shoulder. "With my guidance and your own talent, you will surely defeat Body Academy at the tournament and have your revenge."
Tang San drew a deep breath, his gaze becoming utterly resolute.
"I understand, Teacher."
Dai Mubai, who was not far away, happened to hear their entire conversation clearly.
Dai Mubai already harbored a grudge against Tang San and considerable resentment toward Yu Xiaogang. Now, he could not help letting out a derisive laugh as he walked over.
"Heh, there are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul