Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 281, page 300: Black Charcoal Head vs. Short Hair

"We lost, we lost," Tang San said in a somber tone.

Dai Mubai regained his composure and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ah San, we promised to win yesterday's match together."

Oscar said, "Sigh, although I really want to help you, Ah San, I'm just a food-type Soul Master with a sausage spirit, so there's really nothing I can do to help."

Ma Hongjun said with a frustrated expression, "I clearly remember that Shui Bing'er was only a Soul Master in my previous life. How did she become a Soul King now? The key is that she is an Ultimate Ice Soul King. She is simply suppressing me to death."

Talon said, "Young Master, if I could, I would do everything in my power to help you, but as soon as her instant freeze came, I lost consciousness and I'm still cold."

Tang San quickly said, "It's alright, I don't blame you. You've done a great job. It's just that our opponents exceeded our expectations."

"So, Ah San, what are you planning to do next?" Dai Mubai asked.

Tang San raised his head, summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, and said to Dai Mubai, "Mubai, I want to cultivate this second martial soul ahead of time."

"Huh?" Dai Mubai was dumbfounded. He quickly advised, "A-San, don't do anything rash. Cultivating your second martial soul ahead of time will only waste its talent."

"Yeah, Tang San, think back to the past!" Oscar hinted to Tang San, "If you were to add spirit rings now, your spirit rings would only be able to start at a thousand years. Are you willing to accept that?"

Tang San said painfully, "Of course I'm not reconciled, but so what? Have you forgotten? My Blue Silver Emperor bloodline was stolen by those despicable and shameless usurpers from the Blue Silver Forest. Now my first martial soul is just an ordinary Blue Silver Grass. The talent it provides will probably only allow me to reach the title level when I'm old. But how much time do we have to waste?"

Of course, there was another reason Tang San didn't want to mention: because of the Spirit Fusion Skill, Yu Tianheng and Xiao Wu were getting closer and closer. He was afraid that when he finished cultivating the Blue Silver Grass and could start cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer, Xiao Wu, who was gentle and virtuous in his previous life and bore him children, would become someone else's wife. Yu Tianheng would also gain the approval of the Asura God Sword Sheath and thus meddle in the Asura God Trial that belonged to Tang San.

“That’s true.” Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San, his eyes filled with loyalty: “Tang San, just do what you want to do. No matter what, we, the Shrek Three Heroes, will always support you.”

"Thank you so much for your continued support." Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun with emotion. He decided that in this life, after he became a god, he wouldn't cause trouble for Ma Hongjun during the god's test, and would let him complete the Fire God's test (anyway, Ma Hongjun hadn't absorbed the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, so whether he could pass was still unknown).

At that moment, the sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation, and everyone looked towards the door.

A man with a buzz cut opened the door and walked in. When the man with the charcoal-colored hair saw him, his mood, which had just started to improve, immediately sank.

His nominal teacher, the flying master Gangzi, came to see him.

The crew-cut man hurriedly came to the bedside of the charcoal-headed man, pointed his finger, and scolded him with a look of utter disappointment: "Little San, how many times have I told you not to use your Clear Sky Hammer in front of others? No! Why won't you listen? Do you know how much trouble you've caused?" The crew-cut man continued to berate the charcoal-headed man, who looked at him with disdain.

This short-haired guy was berating him, saying that he had attracted the attention of the Spirit Hall and caused a great disaster because he used the Clear Sky Hammer. He asked, "Do I need you, Flying Dancer, to tell me what the Clear Sky Hammer means?"
Why do I dare to use the Clear Sky Hammer? It's because you, Flying Dancer, have a close relationship with the Pope and can act as my protector. If I don't use it because of this relationship, I've wasted my time studying under you.

After the crew-cut guy kept nagging, the charcoal-haired guy finally snapped and yelled, "Enough, Gangzi! The Clear Sky Hammer is my martial soul. I can use it whenever I want. Is it any of your business?"

The man with the crew cut said incredulously, "How could you say that about your teacher? I am your teacher. Have you forgotten the saying, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life'?"

The man with the charcoal-colored hair said angrily, "Gangzi, you say you're my teacher, but what have you taught me?"

The man with the crew cut said, "Little San, have you forgotten the theoretical knowledge I taught you?"

“I’m sorry, I didn’t attend your classes. Even if I did, you forced your ideas on me. I was either dozing off or daydreaming in your classes,” Blackie said bluntly. “Because I don’t need your theories at all. Your theories are worthless.”

Hearing this, the man with the crew cut felt even more upset: "You, you actually said that my theories are worthless?"

"Isn't that right? I can still learn all the common sense you taught me from the Soul Beast Encyclopedia that I randomly found in the Spirit Hall. Besides that, what else have you taught me?" Black Charcoal Head said disdainfully.

"You, you, you unfilial son!" the crew-cut man angrily condemned. "Third brother, have you forgotten that I am your mentor in the world of soul masters? It was I who led you to absorb the first two precious soul rings."

"Spirit rings, hahahahahaha!" The charcoal-headed man laughed wildly, looking sadly at the crew-cut man: "You mean these two poison-attribute spirit rings that clash with my martial soul? Gangzi, you've ruined me, and you still want credit from me?"

"How did I harm you?" the man with the crew cut asked, looking puzzled.

"Master~" the charcoal-headed man uttered those two words with utter sarcasm. "After a lifetime of theoretical research, don't you know that when a Soul Master seeks a Soul Beast, they should try to find one whose attributes match their own as a Soul Ring? You don't really think that only you in this world can think of plant-type Martial Souls absorbing animal Soul Beast Soul Rings and that others can't? The reason others can think of it but don't do it is because they know about attribute clashes. What do you think will happen if an Ice-type Martial Soul absorbs a Fire-type Soul Ring? My Blue Silver Grass is a Life-type, and you've given me a Poison-type Soul Ring. Gangzi, do you know that you've delayed me?"

"Ah!" The crew-cut man was stunned. Was that true? I didn't know. Subconsciously, the crew-cut man denied it: "Nonsense, you little rascal, that's nonsense. I am a master certified by the Spirit Hall. I am an authority in the field of spirit master theory. How could I be wrong? You have to believe me."

“Believe you? Heh, Gangzi—” Black Charcoal Head said coldly, “I’ll become your apprentice, but you have to show me what you can do. If you haven’t taught me anything, don’t try to intimidate me with your ‘one day a teacher, a lifetime a father’ saying. Otherwise, don’t blame me for turning my back on you.”

(End of this chapter)