Luo Sanpao already had some combat awareness. With just a few subtle hints from Li Changsheng, he could immediately grasp basic principles like "to catch the bandits, first catch their king" and "strike the rear in a team battle."
"So that's how it works!"
Tang San nodded in understanding. Teacher Changsheng truly deserved to be called a real theorist. Whether in researching Martial Souls or the relationship between Soul Beasts and Soul Masters, his studies were so thorough!
Yet this Yu Xiaogang called himself Grandmaster, and Su Yuntao, who had awakened his Martial Soul, was also a Grandmaster. Was the title really so cheap?
"Hahaha, still, this wager turned out to be a good thing. After all, Luo Sanpao is now my exclusive name. Yu Xiaogang's can only be called Pig!"
Master and disciple were still chatting calmly, while the cloud formed by the foul fart lingered without any sign of dispersing.
Tang San could not even be bothered to observe it with his Purple Demon Eye. Activating his technique to examine a cloud of fart-he was afraid he would get a stye!
Inside the cloud, Yu Xiaogang was still sprawled on the ground, twitching, with threads of lightning constantly flickering over him. Since his Martial Soul existed outside his body, his little Pig would also dissipate once he lost consciousness.
Nearly half an hour passed before the cloud finally dispersed.
Looking at Gangzi on the ground, his clothes tattered and his entire body riddled with holes, Li Changsheng's eyes were filled with solemnity.
"Little San, wake him up!"
"Understood!"
Tang San flipped his hands, and a silver needle appeared in his hand. He aimed it at Yu Xiaogang and shot it straight out.
Whoosh!
"Aaaah!!"
As the silver needle pierced his thigh, the intense pain instantly jolted Yu Xiaogang awake.
It hurt. It hurt so much!
And his whole body was tingling and numb, as though countless ants were gnawing at him. How could Li Changsheng's Luo Sanpao be so terrifying?
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang's awareness was still stuck on the scene of Luo Sanpao opening his mouth and unleashing a breath attack at him. That kind of power and speed were simply unimaginable for his Pig!
Why did one get a breath attack while the other could only fart? This wasn't fair!
"Yu Xiaogang."
Just then, Li Changsheng's calm voice reached him. Still clutching his thigh, Yu Xiaogang froze.
Li Changsheng and Tang San stood a short distance away, looking at him coldly. "Haven't you forgotten something?"
"Wh-what?"
Even now, Yu Xiaogang wanted to renege. The name Pig was far too insulting. Just imagining himself having to shout, "I choose you! Come out, Pig!" whenever he summoned his Martial Soul in the future-the scene was simply too beautiful.
"Oink, oink!"
Luo Sanpao bared his teeth at Yu Xiaogang from beside Li Changsheng's feet, trying to look fierce, though he looked utterly adorable no matter how one looked at him.
"Aah, don't come any closer! I'm Grandmaster! You can't hit me!"
Yet this alone frightened Yu Xiaogang into a panic, and he scrambled backward on his hands and knees.
"Hitting you would only dirty our hands. Remember your wager. Swear now!"
Li Changsheng's words were merciless. Swearing on one's Martial Soul was considered a fairly binding oath on the Douluo Continent. If Yu Xiaogang spoke those words, his Luo Sanpao could only be called Pig.
Damn it, this Li Changsheng had no respect for his elders whatsoever!
Being eighteen and younger than him was one thing, but he had also arrived at this academy later, yet he actually dared to make him swear on his Martial Soul to his face!?
Just then, Yu Xiaogang shifted his gaze, and what he saw sent a chill down his spine.
Tang San's eyes were glowing purple, and his little hands were quietly tucked behind his back. There seemed to be nothing wrong with that, but couldn't he at least conceal those needles?
This brat wasn't planning to kill him, was he?
Gulp!
Yu Xiaogang swallowed, then had no choice but to swear on his Martial Soul. "I, Yu Xiaogang, swear on my Martial Soul that from this day forward, its name will only be Pig! If I break this oath, may I die a wretched death!"
"There! Can I leave now?"
"At least you know what's good for you. Scram!"
Li Changsheng spoke coldly, then pulled Tang San along toward Dorm Seven.
Yu Xiaogang looked back three times with every step. When he saw that the dormitory area they were heading toward was the work-study students' dormitory, disdain immediately showed in his eyes.
He had thought Li Changsheng had taken in some precious student, but it turned out to be just a work-study student?
As a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang had been pampered since childhood. Even though he had now been expelled from the family, the habits of his sect remained ingrained in his bones.
Whenever he saw a work-study student, he instinctively considered them a lowborn commoner.
Instead of returning to his residence, Yu Xiaogang headed straight for the registration office to find out what Tang San's story was. No matter how much he disliked Li Changsheng, someone the man accepted as a disciple probably would not be terribly mediocre.
At the entrance to Dorm Seven, Tang San cupped his hands toward Li Changsheng in farewell and was about to go inside when the latter stopped him.
"Wait, Little San. This is your master's book of theories. Take it and have a look."
"This book contains only a quarter of all my theories, but it should still keep you studying for some time."
Seeing Li Changsheng hand him a book as thick as a dictionary, Tang San's eyes lit up, and he accepted it. The moment it landed in his hands, he immediately felt its substantial weight.
So heavy!
These were Teacher Changsheng's theories? He wasn't even twenty, yet he had compiled so much knowledge? And this was only a quarter of the whole!
Tang San's admiration for Li Changsheng deepened once again.
"Thank you, Teacher!"
"Mm. Get some rest early. I'll head back now too."
After returning to Dorm Seven, Tang San sat on his bed. Rather than resting immediately, he examined the book in his hands.
"Compendium of Soul Master Theory?"
What was there to research about Soul Masters? Could it be about their Martial Souls?
Tang San began leafing through it. At first, it introduced relatively low-level Martial Souls, such as stone Martial Souls and sickle Martial Souls. The descriptions in the book did not belittle them, merely describing their shortcomings and strengths in relatively tactful language.
Further on, there were also entries for the Blue Silver Emperor, Clear Sky Hammer, Seven Kill Sword, and the like. In the Clear Sky Hammer entry, Tang San saw his father's name!
Representative wielder of the Clear Sky Hammer: Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao
Tang Chen was not mentioned here. Most of the system's theoretical books compiled their information according to the current era. In other words, something like the Sea God Martial Soul would not have a representative wielder listed.
"My father really is..."
"Tang San, what are you reading?"
Just as Tang San closed the book and sank into his wandering thoughts, a lively little girl's voice came from beside him.
Turning his head, he saw Xiao Wu leaning close beside him, her little head craning over again and again as she tried to make out the title of the book in his hands.
"Nothing! Xiao Wu, weren't you the one who said boys and girls shouldn't cross the line?"
"So what? Sister Xiao Wu is the boss of Dorm Seven! I can do whatever I want!"
Xiao Wu smiled impishly, though Tang San was actually the boss. Still, he had, after all, been an adult in his previous life, so naturally he could not be bothered to get involved in rules that were like playing house.