The Soul Grandmaster, who had just steadied himself, smiled faintly at Tang San's words. "You're a young brat, but you see things clearly."
"So that's why you've been so casual all this time? Why are you dealing with us yourself instead of calling more people over?"
"Why? There's no reason. I just thought you were interesting and wanted to play with you." But as he said this, the Soul Grandmaster's expression was full of resentment.
"Is that really true? You haven't learned much else from your older brother, but you certainly inherited his way with words." Tang San's voice held the certainty of someone who saw through everything. "I think you really are taking this fight with us seriously."
At this point, Tang San suddenly laughed, his laughter thick with mockery. "So you really are weak. You've spent this long fighting a few six- and seven-year-olds like us, and you've even gotten yourself hurt."
Tang San paused before continuing, "I think you want to prove to your brother that you aren't a... weakling. Am I right?"
As Tang San spoke these words, the Soul Grandmaster's face grew so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
"Has your humiliation turned into rage? The truth really does hurt the most."
"After all, your brother awakened a darkness-attribute Black Wolf, a high-grade beast martial soul, while yours is just an ordinary Wind Wolf. Although your brother's protection gave you quite a head start, you're still only a Soul Grandmaster. Compared to him, you're such... trash."
The Soul Grandmaster could no longer even maintain his expression. He stared at Tang San as though looking at a dead man. "Trash? No matter how worthless I am, could I possibly be more worthless than your Blue Silver Grass?"
"That's right, you're trash! Trash that can't