What Do You Mean, Yu Xiaogang's Soul Skills Only Disgust People but Are a Peerless Delicacy to Soul Beasts?

Although Tang San knew perfectly well that his teacher was not particularly strong.

But how should he put it?

When it came to theory, his teacher certainly deserved to be called Grandmaster.

By normal logic, since his teacher was already a master of theory, surely the first and second Soul Skills he had chosen would be astonishing, incredibly flashy, and powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, right?

So, when Luo Sanpao's round body appeared, Tang San instinctively widened his eyes, wanting to see what his teacher's first Soul Skill looked like.

He was even afraid of missing this divine skill that would surely shake the heavens and split the earth.

However.

His anticipation had barely risen when an awful stench rushed straight into his nostrils.

Immediately afterward, Tang San saw a great cloud of yellow gas spread through the air before him.

In an instant, he felt his stomach churn like an overturned sea.

Fuck.

He should never have gotten his hopes all the way up.

Sure enough.

There was far too great a gulf between a master of theory and a master of actual combat.

His teacher's strength really was utterly useless.

And useless to a truly astonishing degree, at that.

This first Soul Skill could not possibly be described as showing off.

It could only be described as disgusting people. Anyway, whether it would look flashy in actual combat was anyone's guess, but it would definitely disgust them.

And it was the sort that could disgust an enemy until their defenses crumbled.

But out of consideration for Yu Xiaogang's dignity, even though Tang San wanted to vomit, he could only force himself to hold it in.

There was no helping it. If I throw up, I really won't have a shred of face left.

But to be perfectly fair.

Yu Xiaogang's first Soul Skill was absolutely a top-tier specimen in Douluo history.

And although this Soul Skill disgusted people.

That still required the other party to be human.

At this very moment, those surrounding Yu Xiaogang and the others were all pure Soul Beasts.

Which brought up a question.

Farts were biochemical weapons to humans,

But within certain Soul Beast circles, perhaps, probably, possibly, they were some sort of very pleasant smell?

Some liked radishes, others liked greens; everyone had their own tastes.

Some Soul Beasts really did love a warm serving of this.

When this stench spread, not only did these Soul Beasts feel no discomfort whatsoever, a trace of delight even appeared on their beastly faces.

It was absurd.

But that was how things were.

The Soul Beasts stuck out their tongues and licked their lips, their eyes fixed intently on Yu Xiaogang and the others.

How should that look be described?

It was just like a bachelor who had been single for years seeing a peerlessly beautiful fox demon who had just taken human form, his eyes brimming with springtime desire.

So, at this very moment.

To their noses, this was no disgusting stench. It was clearly a peerless fragrance wafting straight into their faces.

The next moment, the Soul Beasts went completely mad.

They roared in unison, even carrying the fanaticism of "if you aren't enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking," and charged forward wildly, wanting to pin Yu Xiaogang and Tang San to the ground and lick them like mad.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang was dumbstruck.

The biochemical weapon he was so proud of should have driven these Soul Beasts back with its stench, but it had not.

Instead, it made these Soul Beasts act as though they had been injected with stimulants.

At that moment.

Fear instantly gripped Yu Xiaogang.

I'm finished, finished.

With this many Soul Beasts, can I still get out alive and in one piece today?

Probably not, right?

Especially those Apes in Heat charging at the very front-their builds and muscles were frighteningly huge.

If they catch me, can this little body of mine really withstand it?

So, at this very moment.

Yu Xiaogang prayed frantically in his heart. Clear Sky Douluo, I was wrong back at Nuoding Academy, cursing you madly in my heart. I repent, all right?

Hurry up and show yourself! Come save me!

I don't want to become a tool for the Apes in Heat.

Yu Xiaogang was on the verge of despair.

Soul Beasts surrounded them on every side now. There was simply no escape.

He could only pray that Tang Hao would appear soon.

Meanwhile.

The moment Tang San saw Yu Xiaogang's first Soul Skill, he had already given up expecting his teacher to work any miracles.

Instead, he flicked his sleeve, his Hidden Weapons poised to strike.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Sounds of air being pierced rang out one after another as several cold flashes unerringly pierced the skulls of the Soul Saints charging at the front.

These Soul Beasts instantly collapsed, dead beyond all doubt.

But none of this actually did a damn bit of good.

Because there were simply too many Soul Beasts.

And when these Soul Beasts saw their companions die suddenly, rather than retreating in fear, they grew even more excited.

There was no helping it. Yu Xiaogang's first Soul Skill was so unusual that it made these Soul Beasts act as though they had been injected with stimulants.

Even their speed increased to nearly three times what it had been, if not more.

"Damn it, I'm out of Hidden Weapons."

Seeing that his sleeves were completely empty, Tang San instantly cursed under his breath.

Still.

Although he had no Hidden Weapons left.

Tang San did not panic in the slightest.

Because he still had Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

With a sway of his body, Tang San's movements instantly turned uncanny as he darted wildly among the Soul Beasts.

Then he planted a foot against a tree trunk for leverage and instantly leaped up into a large tree.

He looked down from above at the Soul Beasts charging madly toward Yu Xiaogang, seemingly searching for an opportunity to break through.

As for whether he was truly looking for an opportunity to break through or merely protecting his own rear, that was anyone's guess.

"Little San, how could you run off on your own? Hurry and bring your teacher up into the tree! Those at the very front in the middle are all Apes in Heat! If your teacher gets caught, my rear won't be safe!"

Seeing Tang San immediately use his uncanny footwork to escape and leap into a tree, Yu Xiaogang instantly grew anxious.

He waved his arms and stamped his feet desperately, calling out.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's anxious state, Tang San put on an equally anxious expression.

Of course, it was all an act.

He said with feigned affection:

"Teacher, don't panic yet. I'm observing the situation and looking for an opportunity to get you out."

At this point, he sounded puzzled again:

"By the way, Teacher, didn't you say a powerful expert was protecting us from the shadows? Why hasn't that expert made a move yet?"

Although Tang San did not know the true nature of those apes charging at the front.

He saw that not only were these apes enormous, their movements were also coy and mincing, so coquettish that they practically burned his eyes.

At that instant.

Tang San immediately thought of the love between men from his previous life.

It was too disgusting.

So, to preserve his own little life, Tang San could only silently bow to Yu Xiaogang in his heart and decide to strategically abandon his teacher for now.

But of course, this could not be called abandonment.

It was called a tactical retreat.

Besides, hadn't his teacher said a powerful expert was protecting them from the shadows?

In that case, that expert in the shadows certainly would not have the heart to let his teacher suffer.

The only concern was whether he might arrive a little late.

Anyway, I'm just a six-year-old child. Of course I have to think about my rear first. Running is the right choice.

Besides, if my guess is true, how could this little body of mine possibly withstand these apes' physical ravaging?

Also.

He, Tang San, was as pure as ice and jade. If these apes ravaged him madly, what would become of his reputation?

So.

Teacher, I can only wrong you for now.

As the saying went.

Master and disciple were born of the same root.

But that was only because they had not encountered disaster.

Now that they had, it was time for each to flee on his own.

PS: This book's results are really terrible. I'm afraid it only makes about a hundred a month. Writing every day now is purely a labor of love. I'm really so anxious.

If anyone knows people who recommend books, please suggest they give this one a push and see whether it can get some promotion going. Even without traffic, I'm still updating every day with four or six thousand characters without a break. If traffic comes in, I'll maintain at least ten thousand characters a day no matter what.

Sigh.