SL—Chapter 158: Master of Pie-in-the-sky Yu Xiaogang, Old Slave Soul Douluo Tai Tan
Yu Xiaogang's residence at Blue Tyrant Academy, which has now been renamed Shrek Academy.
"Your Majesty, Clear Sky Douluo, this failure is a blow to Xiao San," Yu Xiaogang said softly.
Tang Hao, still wrapped in his black robe, glanced at Yu Xiaogang with a cold look. "Do you not know that the ice element restrains Blue Silver Grass, or are you deliberately letting Xiao San hit the wall?"
"Uh, this—"
"Humph," Tang Hao snorted coldly. "Forget it. It doesn't matter. If he loses confidence as a strong person because of such a failure, then he's not worthy of being my son."
"Go and tell him my true identity. Say that I will personally lead him in practice after some time."
"You don't need to worry about the strength of Blue Silver Grass—what matters is the Clear Sky Hammer."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up with excitement. This was a direct personal guidance from his idol, a title Douluo. Plus, Tang San's talent and perseverance undoubtedly handed him a rough gemstone to carve into a masterpiece.
He seemed to see Tang San, under Tang Hao's careful teaching, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon—rapidly growing in strength and shining in future Soul Master competitions.
No, why are you so excited? Is Tang San your son?
Tang Hao looked silently at Yu Xiaogang, who was trembling with excitement. "I will appear soon. Also, tell him to practice hard. If he can't handle those hidden weapons, don't worry about the cost. Even if he owes a million gold soul coins, I can help him cover the debt."
"Your Majesty, you still have funds," Yu Xiaogang's eyes brightened. "Shrek now…"
"Well, I don't have it," Tang Hao interrupted, "but someone does." He thought of Tang Yuehua. After all, she was his sister—helping her nephew pay off a debt was no problem.
"Let's go."
Yu Xiaogang ran out of the room, found the bewildered Tai Long, and said a bunch of things. The latter nodded and ran towards his home.
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Tang San's Residence
He sat in a daze on a chair, eyes full of confusion. The confidence that once shone bright in his eyes was now gone.
He used to be able to easily deal with Dai Mubai, compete with Soul Saint Zhao Wuji, and even face seemingly invincible opponents relying on wisdom and perseverance.
Before coming to the Heaven Dou Empire, he relied on the Godly Zhuge Crossbow to surprise and eliminate the Soul Masters of the Fierce God Team.
But in front of Shui Bing'er, his Blue Silver Grass didn't display its true power at all. His opponent's ice could easily freeze and destroy his martial soul skills.
Especially after Shui Bing'er changed her growth path—her original soul ring was biased toward control—she now possessed the terrifying explosive power of a strong attack-type Soul Master.
Her first three soul skills restrained Tang San. The Ice Phoenix was close to the ultimate ice. Blue Silver Grass couldn't resist this level of ice power.
The Ice Bind and Repelling Ice Ring rendered his third soul skill useless. He couldn't even fight in close combat. His opponent's ice crystal armour had good defense and could withstand and fight back.
"The teacher told me that using external objects is forbidden in future Soul Master competitions. If I lose with hidden weapons, I'll be useless."
"Blue Silver Grass is too weak—after all, it's a useless Martial Soul."
Tang San had this thought in his mind.
Suddenly, the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his left hand. His left arm sank, feeling the weight—500 kilograms. This was still without an attached soul ring. Even now, summoning and wielding it was quite difficult.
If he had practiced hammer martial soul from the start, would Shui Bing'er's ice still trap him?
One force can defeat ten skills; she wouldn't have been my opponent at all!
A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes. Yes, that's right. If he had practiced this hammer martial soul from the beginning, his progress would have been faster. Now, he must have become a genuine Soul Master. Under his terrifying explosive power, his opponent had no chance to fight back!
'Ling Qianyao was right. My Blue Silver Grass is restrained by the elements. It's a useless martial soul that has many restrictions.'
'Why did I practice Blue Silver Grass martial soul first? This is simply seeking death!
Oh, it was Teacher and Father. Well, never mind then…'
'When will the teacher tell me how to cultivate my twin martial souls? I don't want to be the unlucky guy who exploded from attaching soul rings to his second martial soul.'
'Wait—if the teacher has been lying to me, then I'll be stuck with this useless Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul for my whole life!'
"Bang——"
He suddenly stood up, eyes flickering, fists clenched unconsciously. 'I must not—no, I, Tang San, will not be bound by a useless Martial Soul, teacher!' Murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Dong Dong Dong."
There was a knock on the door. Tang San composed himself, returned to his usual calm, and opened the door. Standing outside was Yu Xiaogang, with a serious expression.
"Xiao San, let's go inside and talk," Yu Xiaogang said.
He stepped into the room. "Xiao San, I know what you're thinking. This time, the Soul Battle has dealt you a big blow, right?"
Tang San clenched his fists. "Teacher, I'm fine."
Yu Xiaogang patted his shoulder. "Your emotions are written all over your face. Victory and defeat are common in war. There are all kinds of Soul Masters in this world, and being restrained is normal."
"It's precisely because every martial soul has its shortcomings that we have Soul Master teams. They're classified into strong attack, agile attack, and control systems."
"Failure is just failure—nothing more."
Tang San took a deep breath. A trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. "Teacher, I understand, but the entanglement of Blue Silver Grass…"
"Don't worry about the entanglement!"
Yu Xiaogang placed both hands on Tang San's shoulders, staring at him. His eyes burned with intensity, making Tang San inexplicably feel a chill.
???
What kind of look is that, teacher? He doesn't seem to have any quirks, right? Thinking of Dai Mubai's experience and the debauchery of Heaven Dou nobles, Tang San shuddered—maybe the teacher was also from the Heaven Dou nobels.
"Teacher, please respect yourself," Tang San said cautiously.
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"What are you talking about, Xiaosan? I have important news: your father is Clear Sky Douluo!"
Tang San frowned. "Teacher, I was beaten down, and you're not injured, so why are you talking nonsense?"
"Tsk," Yu Xiaogang said, pulling out the Pope's Order. "Look, this token was when your father was in Nuoding…"
Listening to Yu Xiaogang exaggerate his father's greatness, Tang San's heart was shaken.
He stared at the Clear Sky Hammer in silence for a long time.
Clear Sky Hammer?
Yes—the legendary strongest Martial Soul Weapon. After awakening, it weighs 500 kilograms; summoning it makes it feel like a thousand kilograms of force rushing through your blood.
Tang San's heart pounded violently. His father, Clear Sky Douluo! Has been secretly paying attention to him, and will come to guide him personally soon!
He also had a transcendent background and a powerful backer. The teacher was right—he would become stronger. Soon, Ling Qianyao, Shui Bing'er, and these so-called geniuses wouldn't be his opponents.
Suddenly, his door was violently kicked open. A tall figure barged in, holding Tai Long by the neck. Tai Long rolled his eyes and looked as if he were about to faint.
The moment he saw Tang San and the hammer in his hand, he bowed deeply and said, "Old slave Tai Tan greets the young master."
Tang San had heard Yu Xiaogang mention Tai Long's background. Seeing a Soul Douluo groveling before him, the depression from being bullied suddenly vanished, replaced by a surge of superiority.
'I, Tang San! I am about to take off!!'
End of Chapter