Chapter 43: Yu Xiaogang's Utter Disgrace—Departure from Nuoding Academy!
Hearing Yao Xuan's words, Yu Xiaogang's face flushed a deep crimson. He pointed a trembling finger at Yao Xuan, his body shaking with fury, yet he couldn't muster a single rebuttal against Yao Xuan's scathing remarks.
"There are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters." On Douluo Continent, where martial souls reign supreme, this so-called "truth" held no real merit.
In reality, this classic piece of motivational rhetoric, often quoted throughout the continent, was nothing more than a fallacy fabricated by Yu Xiaogang himself, crafted with meticulous cunning.
The purpose behind this contrived theory was not to inspire Soul Masters with subpar talents but rather to serve as a justification for his own lackluster martial soul and innate aptitude.
After all, with this saying, anyone who dared to label his Luo Sanpao a "trash martial soul" could be accused of being a "useless Soul Master" themselves—a self-serving victory in logic, albeit a hollow one.
Unfortunately for Yu Xiaogang, his carefully laid plans had a glaring flaw: himself.
As a complete and utter failure with no discernible value, Yu Xiaogang was the most compelling counterexample to his own theory. If he were to insist on the validity of his claim, it would only cement his status as a useless Soul Master beyond any argument.
In essence, Yu Xiaogang's attempts to bolster his reputation backfired catastrophically, leaving him utterly defeated by his own words.
"What's the matter? Angered because your true nature has been exposed?" Yao Xuan sneered, stepping forward with unrelenting pressure in his gaze. "Hah! You call yourself a Grandmaster? You're nothing but a shameless fraud trying to embellish your own image. How disgraceful!"
"Yu Xiaogang, your so-called 'Ten Core Theories'—are they even your own creation? I highly doubt it."
"And as for your theory about trash martial souls, it's nothing but an excuse to deflect your inadequacies!"
"Let me make this clear: not only is your martial soul garbage, but you, Yu Xiaogang, are a complete waste of space—an irredeemable failure!"
"You took Tang San as your disciple not because of some noble intent to nurture talent, but because you saw his true potential. You hoped to use him to validate your fallacies!"
Yao Xuan's words were like arrows piercing through Yu Xiaogang's carefully constructed facade, exposing the truth for all to see. Yu Xiaogang felt a searing shame wash over him, leaving him speechless and frozen in place, his thoughts utterly blank.
"Finally seeing reality for what it is?" Yao Xuan chuckled coldly. "If so, Xiao Wu, Susu, let's leave. There's no reason to stay at Nuoding Academy any longer."
Having fulfilled his wager and unmasked Yu Xiaogang's hypocrisy, Yao Xuan saw no need to linger. He turned toward Xiao Wu and Tushan Susu, preparing to depart.
But just as they were about to leave, Tang San, who had been unconscious on the ground, exhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes.
Thanks to the profound recovery abilities granted by the Mysterious Heaven Technique, Tang San had already regained his strength and consciousness. Rising to his feet, he clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with hatred.
"Yao Xuan, ten years of eastward flow, ten years of westward flow—never underestimate a poor youth! One day, I'll personally defeat you and avenge my master!"
Glaring at Yao Xuan, Tang San's voice seethed with determination and fury. Although he had been unconscious during much of the confrontation, he had heard every word exchanged. The humiliation his master suffered for his sake was etched deeply into his heart.
This was an insult of the highest order—one he could not let go unavenged!
"Ten years? Hah!" Yao Xuan scoffed, his expression dripping with contempt. "Tang San, even if I gave you fifty or a hundred years, you'd still cower before me!"
His words were laced with an unshakable confidence. With his divine martial soul, god-tier techniques, and countless treasures from his system, Yao Xuan's strength grew exponentially. Time would only widen the chasm between them, making it insurmountable.
By the time a decade passed, Yao Xuan thought, a single roar or glance from him would be enough to erase Tang San from existence.
"Yao Xuan, don't think you'll always have the upper hand! If you have the guts, let's duel in three years!" Tang San countered, unwilling to back down.
"Three years?" Yao Xuanlaughed mockingly. "You're not worth my time. But as a 'kind' person, let me give you some advice: keep your head down and don't provoke me. Otherwise, I'll show you a fate worse than death."
"Keep your advice to yourself!" Tang San shot back, his voice filled with venom. "This enmity is irreconcilable! One day, I'll make you regret everything you've done!"
"Very well," Yao Xuan's smile turned icy. "Since you've chosen your path, prepare for the consequences. In five years, when you join the advanced academy, be ready to experience true despair."
Leaving those words as his final decree, Yao Xuan turned, taking Xiao Wu and Tushan Susu by the hand. Without looking back, they left Nuoding Academy, ready to return to Spirit Hall.
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