Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

After a moment of hesitation, he slowly began to speak:

"There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters!"

"Good! Well said..." Zhao Wuji suddenly clapped his hands, giving his full approval.

That statement certainly has a high-class feel to it.

When Dai Mubai heard Tang San talk about it, he felt the same way as Zhao Wuji did now.

A heart full of passion...

Flanders nodded approvingly; he had mentioned this before. He had heard it.

But it seems a bit odd that Ye Qiu brought it up under these circumstances!

Without thinking it over further, his face immediately froze.

With his long, narrow face, he turned towards Yu Xiaogang.

His face had indeed turned somewhat red.

But Tang San was completely unaware of this; he always regarded this sentence as his guiding principle.

He gave a cold look and said in a deep voice, "Hmph! Ye Qiu... is there something wrong with what you said?"

"No, no, no! Of course that's true!" Ye Qiu stretched out his index finger and shook it, smiling as he looked at Yu Xiaogang behind Tang San.

"However, it is precisely because Xiao Wu agrees with this statement that she calls your teacher, Master Yu Xiaogang, 'a piece of trash'!"

Swish!

Dai Mubai and the others all turned their gazes toward Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San was also stunned.

As he pondered Ye Qiu's words, his mind suddenly went blank.

I've been completely oblivious to something so important all this time.

He turned his head stiffly.

His facial expressions were very rich, including confusion, surprise, self-blame, and even some regret!

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, unsure how to defend himself.

His body trembled slightly.

Flanders sensed something was wrong and had no time to worry about Xiao Wu apologizing.

They immediately changed the subject.

But Ye Qiu wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by.

He shouted loudly, "I wonder, Master, what is your current cultivation level?!"

Faced with Ye Qiu's questioning.

Under the curious gazes of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang's trembling appearance filled them with deep disappointment.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had already learned about this from Xiao Wu's few words.

His cultivation level must be utterly worthless!

"Alright, alright, let's stop here..." Flander glared at Ye Qiu and spoke quickly.

He knew his Xiaogang well; he knew just how strong his pride was.

But after hearing Ye Qiu's words, Xiao Wu, who was already excited, rubbing her hands together and gloating, became even more eager.

But they didn't give him a chance at all.

He burst out laughing: "Haha...his soul power is only level twenty-nine, and he'll never be able to break through that level in his entire life!"

"Xiao Wu, shut up!"

Flander was horrified and tried to stop them, but it was too late!

"What's even more ridiculous is that both of his soul skills... are farts! Hahaha..."

"Xiao Wu, stop talking!"

Tang San's attempts to dissuade him were to no avail.

Xiao Wu ruthlessly reopened Yu Xiaogang's wound.

Right here in front of everyone, under the watchful eyes of all.

To announce it to everyone.

He laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, grabbing Ye Qiu's shoulders and acting somewhat ostentatiously.

Ning Rongrong, who was standing next to her, was also shocked.

Then came bursts of laughter: "Haha... Soul skill is farting? Xiao Wu, you're not wrong, are you? Haha... This is the first time I've ever heard of such a disgusting soul skill!"

Zhu Zhuqing wasn't much better off.

He touched his nose, moved behind Ye Qiu, and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"Bullshit?!" Ma Hongjun looked at Yu Xiaogang, whose eyes were bloodshot, with surprise.

He patted Oscar, who was standing next to him, looking a little dazed.

He sighed, "Little Ao, I thought your soul skills were already disgusting, but I never expected there would be someone even better than you!"

"Damn it! Fatty, what's so disgusting about my soul skill? It's just that my soul incantation is a bit different from others!" Oscar slapped his hand away in annoyance.

"Haha...uh!"

"Hongjun!" Flander's angry shout made Ma Hongjun stifle his laughter.

Flander also glared at Zhao Wuji beside him.

A man as strong as a city wall, covering his mouth with both hands.

It's really quite ridiculous.

"Xiao San, is what Xiao Wu said true?" Dai Mubai also suppressed a laugh and grabbed his shoulder.

He looked at Tang San strangely.

I thought that if I could train Tang San into someone like this, he would definitely become a strong person.

Unexpectedly, his theory was repeatedly proven wrong.

He even called himself a piece of trash!

It's really ironic!

Tang San's face turned ashen, the thought of sharing honor and disgrace was truly unbearable for him at this moment.

Yu Xiaogang is even more pathetic.

Hearing the laughter around him, his face was filled with terror, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He felt as if he had traveled back to the past.

He returned to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan and was ridiculed mercilessly.

Back in Wuhun City, they were wantonly humiliated and beaten!

But it's not over yet.

As Xiao Wu was laughing, she suddenly remembered something.

He eagerly shared it with Ning Rongrong, who was laughing just as enthusiastically next to him.

"By the way... Rongrong~ do you still remember Tang San's third spirit ring?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression changed drastically.

Ning Rongrong stopped laughing and wiped her mouth: "Of course I remember!"

Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San and teased, "Don't you think these two, master and disciple, are really destined for each other? They're birds of a feather! Haha..."

"Xiao Wu, you're right! I never even thought of that!" Ning Rongrong said, glancing at Tang San, who had already lowered his head.

Looking at the master and apprentice, with their similar postures and movements, they looked so ashamed to be seen.

It's really a big joke in the world!

"Xiao Wu...why?!" Tang San murmured to himself, looking down.

Her words were like cold, sharp knives, cutting cruelly into his still-unhealed wounds.

Slowly piercing through his own white bones...

"Enough!" Yu Xiaogang roared.

This drowned out the laughter of the crowd, whether unrestrained or suppressed.

His eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaved, and he was panting heavily. Even when his fingernails were pulled from the flesh of his palms, he felt no pain.

Those round, piercing eyes seemed to want to tear Ye Qiu and Xiao Wu to pieces and devour them alive.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, his face contorted with struggle.

He slowly closed his eyes, and said through gritted teeth with deep sorrow, "I admit it, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters!"