"You're talking nonsense! Do you think Blue Silver Grass is easy to cultivate? How much enhancement can those plant-type soul beasts even provide for your martial soul?"
"There aren't even any powerful plant-type soul beasts for you to hunt. In the end, the control of your Blue Silver Grass martial soul won't even be able to control Soul Masters weaker than you. How can you even think about controlling your enemy first and then using the Clear Sky Hammer or hidden weapons to hurt them?"
Yu Xiaogang didn't doubt his own theories at all.
"You're the one talking nonsense! Your martial soul is nonsense, your Soul Skills are nonsense, and everything you say is nonsense!"
Tang San was furious. This Yu Xiaogang was too good at arguing; Tang San hadn't specifically studied such things.
This Yu Xiaogang must have said these words countless times to make his theories believable.
"Hmph! You're getting agitated, aren't you? You can't refute my theory, can you? You'd better take back what you said before, and I won't bother with these matters anymore."
Yu Xiaogang had won, and his back immediately straightened.
"Hmph, everything you say is just hot air. Let's see my fourth Soul Skill. It's recovery is better than your dogshit poison, isn't it!"
Tang San, unable to win an argument with the "Farting Master," decided to prove his point through action.
Tang San's fourth purple Soul Ring lit up, and a dozen Lotus Thrones appeared around him.
A smile played on Tang San's lips as he said, "Old man, with my fourth Soul Skill, as long as you sit on these Lotus Thrones, your soul power and mental power will recover at double the speed. You know, Blue Silver Grass is a very weak martial soul, so the consumption of its Soul Skills is very low. Releasing these dozen Lotus Thrones only cost me less than ten percent of my soul power."
"At my current level, I can create hundreds of these Lotus Thrones in minutes, assisting hundreds of people in recovering their soul power. Imagine, when I reach Soul Saint, and then Title Douluo, I can assist a soul master team of tens of thousands! You can't deny, this Soul Skill of mine is powerful!"
Indeed, Xiao Yexuan's Soul Skill was very powerful. A team of ten thousand soul masters was a significant number.
Moreover, these Lotus Thrones didn't discriminate based on the soul master's level.
Even a Title Douluo could benefit from sitting on them.
The Lotus Throne he released, just like Oscar's sausages, no longer consumed Tang San's soul power.
"You… your Soul Skill, how is this possible? What kind of Soul Beast's Soul Ring did you absorb? This isn't possible! Absolutely not possible! How could Blue Silver Grass possibly have such an ability!"
Yu Xiaogang was also stunned by the effects of Tang San's Soul Skill.
Such an overpowered Soul Skill would be fought over everywhere.
He had never even considered this possibility in his research on Blue Silver Grass?
Could it be that Blue Silver Grass was really suited for a support role?
Previously, those with the Blue Silver Grass spirit, and who had soul power upon awakening, were incredibly rare. Even fewer could become Soul Masters.
Yu Xiaogang's research, of course, couldn't continue.
"Hmph! What kind of soul beast's soul ring I absorb is none of your business! Anyway, my Blue Silver Grass isn't suited to your poison path. If I'd stuck to being a support type, my first three Soul Skills would definitely have been powerful support skills. I could fight, support myself, and heal myself. What do you think? Would my Clear Sky Hammer always have enough soul power? That's true invincibility!"
"But you, you farting master, you've ruined me! Do you even realize it? Your damn theories turned my first three Soul Skills into useless garbage!" Tang San roared in anger. Three Soul Skills rendered useless… a Title Douluo only has nine Soul Skills.
Three Soul Skills wasted… a full third of them gone. It's a good thing Tang San has dual martial souls, otherwise, anyone else would be utterly despondent!
"You still say you're not a waste? You still say you haven't wronged me?"
Tang San, having verbally defeated Yu Xiaogang, became even more smug.
Xiao Yexuan had treated him the same way before. He was also enjoying the feeling of Xiao Yexuan's past triumph.
"Wrong! Wrong! Absolutely wrong! My theory is correct, not wrong. There's absolutely no way a small error like this happened! Yes!...Yes! It's not my fault, it's… it's your fault! It's all your fault!"
Yu Xiaogang relied most on his research. If his research was wrong, his faith would vanish.
Yu Xiaogang would never let his faith disappear, so he started looking for external reasons, pushing the blame onto others.
"That's right! Blue Silver Grass should focus on poison, on control! You… you aren't Tang San! You aren't Tang San… Your martial soul isn't the same as Tang San's! Tang San respects his master and follows the Dao, how could he speak to me like this! You… you aren't Tang San… you're fake, and that fourth Soul Ring is fake!"
Yu Xiaogang shouted like a madman.
"Really? Then old man, take a look, what's this?"
With that, Tang San released the Eight Spider Lances soul bone.
At the same time, he also released the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.
In this world, who could fake a dual martial soul and also possess such a precious soul bone? The Tang San in front of him, this beautiful woman, was his beloved little Tang San.
"No, no, no… wrong! I'm not wrong! My Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls are correct, no one can… no one can refute my theories! You… you…"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly glared at the people around him, as if he wanted to kill them. It was as if he was looking at his greatest enemy.
Pointing at the group of people, Yu Xiaogang scratched his short hair, his voice hoarse as he shouted, "My research is not wrong… You… you want to steal my research… you want to obtain my research results… that's why… that's why… Pfft…"
Yu Xiaogang was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood, then his eyes closed in unwillingness as he fell to the ground.
Flender had never seen Yu Xiaogang like this before; he seemed like a madman.
Nevertheless, when Yu Xiaogang collapsed, Flender quickly went over and put his hand near Yu Xiaogang's nose.
He didn't want Yu Xiaogang to die of anger. Liu Erlong was still waiting for Yu Xiaogang to kill himself, and Flender wouldn't allow Yu Xiaogang to die any other way.
Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang had only fainted.
This made Flender breathe a sigh of relief.
"Heh! Such trash. He actually fainted from his own anger. Looks like he's lost his way. This kind of person poses no threat anymore, but... he's also useless. It wouldn't matter if he died, right? Hahahaha! Master of Farts, let me send you on your way!"
Tang San quietly approached Yu Xiaogang and Flender, raising his arm. Suddenly, a dark needle shot out.
Flender was already on guard. He thought that with Yu Xiaogang in this state, Tang San would let him go.
But he didn't expect Tang San to be so ruthless, aiming to kill even when the target was already down!
How did Yu Xiaogang ever become blind enough to take him as a disciple?
He's simply a scumbag!
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