Yu Xiaogang: If I Had a Complete Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, I Could Definitely Become a Titled Douluo!
At that moment, in the anime playing on the television,
Dai Mubai appeared on-screen with his arms around a pair of twins.
Inside the Sky Screen Livestream Room, the Soul Masters, especially those from the Dragon King era, found the sight rather hard to accept.
[Xie Xie: Wait, wasn't Dai Mubai only thirteen or fourteen here? Wasn't this illegal?]
[Xu Xiaoyan: Are you stupid? What laws were there twenty thousand years ago?]
[Xie Xie: But wasn't he living a little too well? They were even twins!]
[Xie Xie: Hold on, wasn't Dai Mubai's wife Zhu Zhuqing? Didn't Zhu Zhuqing do anything about this back then?]
[Yue Zhengyu: Bro, have you ever read history? Why would anyone twenty thousand years ago care about this sort of thing?]
Within the Sky Screen, Ye Guyi asked the same question.
"Was there no pure love in that era ten thousand years ago?"
"There was," Jiang Yan answered.
"Who?" Ye Guyi asked.
"Tang San, the poster boy for pure love in early Douluo," Jiang Yan said.
That one line, "Come back to life, Xiao Wu," had brought the Douluo Continent Anime a hundred million views.
As for why he specified the early days, that was because by Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King, there were far too many examples of pure love.
For instance, the most melancholy master and disciple, Tang Wulin and Wu Changkong.
At that thought, an idea suddenly surfaced in Jiang Yan's mind.
Come to think of it, what if Gangzi had guided Tang Wulin's growth, and Wu Changkong had taught Tang San?
At the same level, who would be stronger?
Meanwhile, outside the Sky Screen, in Skysea City, Tang Wulin felt intensely uncomfortable at the sight.
"Couldn't he just like one person? Why did he have to like so many?" That question arose in Tang Wulin's mind.
Huo Yuhao felt just as uncomfortable.
"The Dai Family has always been like this! Dai Mubai was like this, and so was Dai Hao!"
Huo Yuhao spoke furiously. If Dai Hao hadn't gone around flitting from flower to flower, perhaps his mother wouldn't have ended up meeting such a fate.
"Dai Mubai, once I reach the Divine Realm, I, Huo Yuhao, will settle this score with you!" Huo Yuhao vowed solemnly.
Meanwhile, in the anime playing in the Modern Era, Dai Mubai ignored Tang San outright, a strange glint flashing in his eyes as his gaze swept over Xiao Wu.
Xie Xie, who never thought the spectacle was big enough, immediately spoke in the Sky Screen Livestream Room.
[Xie Xie: Wow! Don't tell me Dai Mubai was interested in Xiao Wu too!]
[Xu Xiaoyan: From the looks of it, possibly, but wasn't Tang San there?]
[Ye Xinglan: Tang San should have had an easy time fighting Dai Mubai at this point, right?]
[Yun Ming: Naturally. Every powerhouse is undefeated among their peers. Even when challenging someone above their level, they can win!]
Yun Ming was brimming with confidence in Tang San. According to Shrek Academy's records, Huo Yuhao had challenged opponents above his level and won many times.
The same was true of Yun Ming himself, so he believed Tang San, the Tang Sect's founding ancestor, would never lose.
At that moment, in the anime, after a round of verbal sparring, Tang San and Dai Mubai had already begun fighting.
A sinister gleam flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. His right fist shot up, and he lunged straight at Tang San.
Not to be outdone, Tang San also swung his right fist, gathering all the Mysterious Heaven Skill power in his body as his hand instantly turned milky white.
With a muffled thud, Dai Mubai's forward charge came to an abrupt halt, while Tang San staggered back four or five steps before managing to steady himself.
"Good, you managed to take a punch from me! You're qualified to be my opponent!"
Yun Ming froze slightly at those words.
"Wasn't that backward? Shouldn't Tang San have been the one saying that?"
On-screen, Dai Mubai attacked again, and Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to maneuver around him.
Then, seizing an opening, he slammed his shoulder into Dai Mubai's chest.
"Do you still want to continue?" Tang San asked calmly.
"Of course. Very good. You forced me to use my soul power, so I've already lost this match."
"But how could I be satisfied without having a proper bout with you?"
"White Tiger, possess!"
Three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, appeared beneath Dai Mubai's feet, and the phantom of an Evil Eyed White Tiger emerged behind him.
"Dai Mubai, martial soul: White Tiger, rank thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder. Please enlighten me," Dai Mubai said.
"Tang San, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass, rank twenty-nine Tool Soul Grandmaster. Please enlighten me."
At this, Yun Ming was completely reassured.
"Rank twenty-nine against rank thirty-seven. Tang San definitely has the advantage here. Defeating an opponent eight ranks above him will certainly be no problem."
If Tang San could lose even this, he really would have to put some pressure on him in the livestream room. He couldn't win with a mere eight-rank gap in soul power?
Yun Ming wasn't alone in thinking this. Most Soul Masters from the Peerless era and the Dragon King era thought the same.
Sea God Tang San was their idol. How could he possibly lose?
At that moment, in the anime,
Dai Mubai raised his eyebrows slightly. "Your martial soul is just Blue Silver Grass?"
Tang San then repeated Grandmaster's exact words. "There are no trash martial souls, only trash Soul Masters!"
Hearing this, Qian Renxue froze slightly and asked,
"Tang San's martial souls are the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer. What right does he have to say that?"
"Gangzi originally said that. He just taught it to Tang San later," Jiang Yan said.
"Yu Xiaogang said that? What right does he have to say that?" Qian Renxue said indignantly.
Only after Jiang Yan had exposed Gangzi's facade earlier had Qian Renxue realized what a clown she had been, actually believing Gangzi was a grandmaster of theory.
"None. Gangzi insulted himself twice in a single sentence. That's quite something," Jiang Yan mocked.
Inside the Sky Screen Livestream Room, Yu Xiaogang heard Jiang Yan mocking him again and immediately seethed with anger.
[Yu Xiaogang: I already said my martial soul is defective! It's not my fault! If I had a complete Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, I could definitely become a Titled Douluo!]
[Xu Xiaoyan: Didn't you say there are no trash martial souls, only trash Soul Masters?]
[Xu Xiaoyan: Why are you blaming your martial soul now?]
[Yu Xiaogang: You dare question me, with my invincible theories?]
[Gu Yue: Didn't he already say it? He insulted himself twice in one sentence. If he isn't invincible, who is?]
[Yu Xiaogang: ? I will destroy you at any cost!]
[Gu Yue: You're welcome to try.]
Now Gangzi was stumped. The other person clearly wasn't from his era, so how was he supposed to try?
Little did he know, the Silver Dragon King of the Spirit Hall era happened to be watching the Sky Screen too...
Meanwhile, in the Modern Era, Ye Guyi looked at Jiang Yan and asked,
"Didn't Gangzi say earlier that he was stuck at rank twenty-nine because his martial soul was defective? Were there any other people with defective martial souls who eventually became peerless powerhouses?"
"There actually were," Jiang Yan said, beginning to give examples.
"Take Ji Juechen from your era. His innate soul power was only rank three, and his martial soul was nothing more than the most ordinary mundane sword."
"At eight, he ventured into a Soul Beast forest alone and hunted down a Hundred-Year Soul Ring. After years of arduous cultivation, he even comprehended a domain on his own, and eventually reached the nine-ring realm," Jiang Yan said.
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang refused to accept it.
[Yu Xiaogang: Rank-three innate soul power was still higher than my half a rank!]
[Xu Xiaoyan: But he reached nine rings. Why couldn't you reach five or six?]
[Yu Xiaogang: That's different. Name someone with half a rank of innate soul power who later reached nine rings, if you can!]
[En Ci: ?]
Just as En Ci was about to say that his innate soul power had also been half a rank, Jiang Yan happened to mention his name on the other side.