My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Tang San's eyes also flashed with a sharp light, and his fists clenched tightly, as if he had found the lighthouse in his life.

Hearing the praises around him, Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. He gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Second point."

The master raised his second finger, his eyes sharpening as if he had grasped the truth of the world:

"The magnitude of innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul."

"In other words, the stronger the martial soul, the higher the innate soul power at the time of awakening. Full innate soul power often means top-tier martial soul quality. And those with only half a level of innate soul power or even none usually... have extremely low-quality martial souls."

"hiss--!!!"

Another gasp of shock rippled through the room.

"How brilliant!"

"The master saw through the pattern at a glance! He's a genius!"

"That's incredible... To be able to summarize such a pattern, how many books must one have read?"

Hearing the constant exclamations of "god-like" and "too strong" around him, Yu Xiaogang felt as if every pore on his body had opened up, and he felt like he was floating on air.

Su Yun stood to the side with her head down, her pen flying across her notebook as she drew a little turtle.

But he kept agreeing with it.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! No wonder he's a master!"

however.

In Su Yun's tactical headset, the voices of the Earth scientists who had been talking so enthusiastically suddenly disappeared.

After a few seconds of deathly silence.

The voice of a logic professor, tinged with doubt and skepticism, broke the silence:

"Wait a minute... this isn't right."

"001, this person's logic... it feels a bit like... he's contradicting himself?"

He frowned as he looked at the two theories that had just been recorded on the screen.

"If innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of a martial soul, then low soul power means a low-quality martial soul. Since martial souls are divided into high and low qualities, doesn't that mean there are useless martial souls?"

"Then his first theory, that there are no useless martial souls, isn't that contradicting himself?"

Su Yun's lips finally curled into a wicked smile that he had expected.

Have you finally realized it?

……

"Knock knock knock".

Listening to the expert's criticism through his headphones, Su Yun suddenly tapped his pen on the table, making a crisp sound that interrupted the master's self-absorption.

"Um... excuse me, Master."

Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was puzzled.

"Aren't your two theories a bit... like the left and right hemispheres fighting each other?"

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, looking at the boy in sunglasses in front of him.

"What does that mean? What is 'mutual combat'?"

Su Yun wore an innocent expression, eagerly seeking guidance.

"Master, let's derive it."

"Your second theory, translated, means that the higher the innate soul power, the more top-grade the martial soul. The lower the innate soul power, the worse the martial soul."

Su Yun pointed to a Blue Silver Grass plant beside him: "Alright, Blue Silver Grass has zero innate soul power. According to your second criterion, it's utterly useless. That's your own logic, isn't it?"

"Since you've already admitted that useless martial spirits exist in the world..."

Su Yun suddenly raised his voice, spread his hands, and his face was full of absurdity:

"So, were you trying to fool everyone with your first, loudly proclaimed claim that there are no useless martial souls?"

"The first sentence says it's useless, the next sentence says it's not useless."

"Are you putting on a show of the left brain attacking the right brain?"

The entire room fell silent.

All the work-study students stared wide-eyed, their minds racing.

Su Yun gave Yu Xiaogang no chance to breathe, pressing him relentlessly:

"If Blue Silver Grass really isn't useless, then why does it lack innate soul power? Why does it cultivate so slowly? Why can't it defeat other martial souls?"

"If it's useless, wouldn't that be forcibly blaming the inherent flaws of the martial spirit on the soul master's lack of effort?"

Su Yun closed the notebook, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Yu Xiaogang's stiff face.

"Master, your theory, when translated, is essentially a theory that only talent matters in terms of success or failure."

"In your subconscious, those who possess top-tier martial souls and come from noble backgrounds are naturally considered good soul masters in your eyes, even if they reap the benefits without sowing."

"And those commoners who awakened the hoe and blue silver grass, no matter how much they struggled or fought for survival, as long as they couldn't break through due to their talent limitations, in your words, they were all just trash, useless because they didn't try hard enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere among the work-study students who had initially just been watching the commotion suddenly changed.

A long-suppressed sense of grievance and anger spread like wildfire among the crowd.

"I'd like to ask this master a question!"

A thin, part-time worker gritted his teeth, tears welling in his eyes, and pointed to his chest:

"Although we may lack talent and weren't born into privilege, we have never committed any heinous crimes! We give it our all every single day!"

"Why do you think our failures are deserved? Is our desperate struggle proof of our worthlessness in your eyes?!"

"We want to become stronger too! But who will give us the chance?!"

The angry roars of the work-study students rose and fell, as they glared angrily at Yu Xiaogang.

That's not respect for the teacher, but a backlash after being humiliated by the arrogant theories of those in power.

Faced with this scene of intense emotion, Yu Xiaogang turned pale and subconsciously shifted his body back.

His proud theories appear so pale and cruel in the face of these underprivileged children's rough hands and bloodied cries.

Su Yun's eyes grew even colder as she watched this scene.

He turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang again, giving his final verdict on this farce:

"Did you see that clearly, Master?"

"You're not encouraging the weak at all; you're clearly just making excuses for the arrogance of the strong while once again crushing the dignity of the weak!"

"On the one hand, they acknowledge that genes determine strength or weakness, and on the other hand, they shout that hard work can change everything, ultimately blaming the victims for all the failures."

Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Master, you're not a theoretical master, you're peddling toxic chicken soup for the soul."

"you……"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale instantly. He froze on the spot, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

"This...this is the dialectical relationship of theory! You don't understand! What do you, a child, know!"

The master was getting a little anxious.

In an attempt to save face, he hastily revealed his most prized discovery.

"You're still too young, only focusing on the words! True theory lies in innovation! Like my Martial Soul Mimicry Theory!"

The master stood up, raising his voice by eight octaves.

"I've discovered that plant-type martial souls aren't limited to absorbing plant-type soul rings! Under certain conditions, plant-type soul masters can absorb beast-type soul rings! This is a groundbreaking discovery that breaks down species barriers!"

These words shocked the entire audience once again.

Tang San was also moved; this was truly unheard of!

Su Yun remained calm, leaning back in her chair and twirling her pen, asking casually as if she were an interviewer looking at a boastful job seeker.

"Oh? A great discovery? That sounds really impressive."

Su Yun looked at Yu Xiaogang, a smile playing on her lips.

He didn't care whether the theory was right or wrong, but he keenly sensed that there must be some secret hidden behind it, so he decided to try to trick Yu Xiaogang.

The simplest way to deceive someone is to deny their identity!

"Then, sir, where did you get the data for your conclusion?"

Yu Xiaogang was taken aback: "What?"

"Master, science demands rigor. In my hometown, any conclusion must be based on a large sample size, randomized, double-blind testing."

"You say plants can absorb the souls of beasts, where are your experimental data samples?"

Su Yun held up one finger.

"Did you personally experiment with it? Are you a plant-based martial spirit?"

Su Yun extended her second finger.

"How many volunteers did you recruit for your live experiments? What was the sample size? 10? 100?"

"Also, did you set up a control group? Under the same conditions, how many people succeeded, and how many died from rejection reactions?"

"even……"

Su Yun looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, his tone becoming somewhat contemptuous, and directly pointed out the most fatal flaw.

"Excuse my bluntness, but with your strength, you probably wouldn't be capable of hunting high-level soul beasts for experiments, would you?"

"You have neither firsthand experience nor the funds to conduct experiments..."