Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

"Xiao Gang, this time we really owe a lot to your 'Ten Core Competencies' theory."

Flander took a sip of the cheap ale and looked at the soul tool at Tang San's waist with amazement.

"Who would have thought that Blue Silver Grass, a universally acknowledged useless martial soul, could actually absorb the soul ring of an animal-type soul beast, and a four-hundred-year-old Mandragora Snake at that! If this got out, it would absolutely shock those so-called geniuses from major sects!"

"Hmph, those bunch of incompetent idiots, what do they know about the theory of Martial Soul Mimicry?"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and his arrogant expression became even more pronounced.

"I've said it before: there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters! As long as you train them according to my theories, even a Blue Silver Grass can become a top-tier control-type battle soul master!"

At this point, Yu Xiaogang turned his head and looked at Tang San beside him with an extremely satisfied gaze.

"Little San, although your absorption of the Mandragora Serpent Soul Ring was somewhat dangerous, it also proves that the teacher's theory is absolutely correct."

"You've not only gained immense resilience and toxins, but more importantly, the full potential of your twin martial souls has been unleashed. As long as you continue to follow your teacher's instructions, you will surely have a place in the future Douluo Continent!"

"Thank you for your guidance, teacher. A teacher for a day is a father for life. I will never let you down."

Tang San lowered his head respectfully, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes. But in that instant, a very subtle shadow of gloom quickly swept across the depths of his eyes.

I don't know why.

From the moment he entered the town in the afternoon, he had felt extremely restless and empty.

It's as if a priceless treasure that should have belonged to him, and could have even changed his life, was forcibly taken away by someone he couldn't see.

This feeling drove him crazy, and even the joy of having just obtained his first soul skill was somewhat diminished.

"Is it just my imagination...?"

Tang San gritted his teeth secretly, trying to comfort himself.

With the Xuan Tian Treasure Manual and the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons, and now with a learned teacher like the Master guiding him, he is certain that in time, he will rebuild the glory of the Tang Clan in this world and trample all those who once looked down on him underfoot!

Just as Tang San was secretly making a tough decision.

"jingle--"

The wind chimes hanging on the restaurant's door suddenly rang out with a clear, crisp sound.

Two figures, one tall and one short, entered the bustling inn one after the other.

Walking in front was a six-year-old boy dressed in a magnificent black robe, with extremely handsome features, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

At his waist hung a tattered iron sword, which had no scabbard and even had several pieces of dark red rust on it.

Behind the boy followed a tall man dressed in an ordinary gray robe and wearing a straw hat, completely obscuring his face. Although the man tried his best to conceal his aura, the subtle yet powerful sense of oppression emanating from someone accustomed to a superior position still caused the mercenaries at the restaurant entrance to instinctively make way for him.

Yu Xiaogang was boasting about his theory to Flander when he inadvertently glanced at the doorway out of the corner of his eye.

When he saw the boy in the black robe's face clearly, especially the iconic "rusted iron sword" at the boy's waist, he realized...

An extremely exaggerated look of astonishment instantly appeared on Yu Xiaogang's stiff, lifeless face. Then, this astonishment quickly transformed into a condescending, even somewhat gleeful, mockery.

"Yo."

Yu Xiaogang deliberately raised his voice and gave a cold laugh in a sarcastic tone that could be heard throughout the entire restaurant.

"Isn't this Su Chen, the 'peerless genius' from our Notting Academy, the one even the Spirit Hall deacon predicted would never break through level ten in his lifetime?"

Yu Xiaogang deliberately raised his voice extremely high.

The once noisy Hunter's Inn suddenly became much quieter, as if someone had pinched it hard from the middle.

Many mercenaries, soul masters, and soul-hunting teams subconsciously turned their heads to look at the small figure in black robes at the door.

Su Chen.

This name may not have spread widely in Nottingham yet.

However, the fact that "he was born with full soul power but awakened a rusty iron sword, which Yu Xiaogang described as a completely useless martial soul" is still a topic of casual conversation among some soul masters.

Yu Xiaogang himself, in particular, really likes to use this incident as material.

Because in his view.

Su Chen's existence serves as an excellent contrast to highlight the correctness of his "Ten Core Competencies" theory.

A useless person whose future he "saw through".

A failure that will ultimately prove just how astute his judgment was.

just now.

This failed sample actually came to us on its own.

How could Yu Xiaogang not seize this opportunity to give a good performance?

"What a small world!"

Flander pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the black-robed boy at the door and the tall gray-robed man wearing a straw hat behind him, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

He didn't care about that child.

But that gray-robed man behind him...

Although he concealed his aura extremely well, almost indistinguishable from an ordinary follower, the more this was the case, the more it indicated that the other party was not simple.

In the world of Soul Masters, the truly weak never know how to conceal their aura so thoroughly.

"Xiao Gang, don't go too far."

Flanders lowered his voice and reminded him.

"The person behind that child doesn't seem like a simple person."

"not simple?"

Yu Xiaogang snorted disdainfully, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin even higher.

"What good is it for a piece of trash whose martial spirit is crippled to have a follower? Do you really think that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry is worthy of my fear, Yu Xiaogang?"

"Flander, you're still the same as ever, too timid."

Speaking of it.

The arrogance in Yu Xiaogang's eyes was almost overflowing from his face.

"What is truly terrifying is never outward appearances, but knowledge."

"I, Yu Xiaogang, have studied martial spirits for decades. The strengths and weaknesses, spirit ring combinations, and future potential of most martial spirits on the Douluo Continent are no different from what is written on paper in my eyes."

"Someone like Su Chen..."

He smirked slightly, revealing a mocking smile that he thought was profound but was actually disgusting.

"The outcome was already decided before the cultivation even began."

Tang San sat to the side, his gaze also falling on Su Chen at the door.

Of course he recognized the other person.

Not only did I recognize them, but I was also deeply impressed by them.

Back then, outside Notting Academy, Su Chen's condescending attitude, which showed no regard for him or the teachers, had already made him extremely unhappy.

Later, when Tang San heard that this guy had gone to the Spirit Hall, he secretly sneered.

Even if a useless martial spirit goes to the Spirit Hall, what waves can it make?

But I don't know why.

Upon seeing Su Chen again, Tang San's inexplicable irritation intensified.

It was as if something that should have belonged to him was being trampled underfoot and recklessly crushed by the other party.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

"The teacher is right."

Tang San thought coldly to himself.

"A useless martial spirit is ultimately a useless martial spirit. Even if it's moved to a different place, it's just a death throes."

"only……"

His eyes flashed as he looked at the light-colored sword at Su Chen's waist, which had lost most of its rust and revealed dark red patterns. His brows furrowed slightly.

Why do I always feel that the sword is different from the one I had before?