26: Chapter 26 Qin Feng: Yu Xiaogang, you useless coward! Yu Xiaogang breaks through the defenses!

"Oh..."

Qin Feng drew out his tone, a look of sudden realization dawning on his face.

"So it was you."

Just when Yu Xiaogang thought the other party had finally remembered to apologize.

Qin Feng sneered, spitting out a sentence that made the entire audience gasp:

"You're that fake Master who only knows how to plagiarize and make things up?"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Liu Erlong froze.

Flender's glasses slid down to the tip of his nose.

Tang San abruptly looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and even Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling widened their eyes.

Fake Master?

In an era where Spirit theory was revered as gospel, someone dared to point directly at Yu Xiaogang in public and call him a fake Master?

"What did you say?!"

Yu Xiaogang exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

What he cared about most in his life were his reputation and his theories.

Because his own talent was insufficient, he placed all his dignity on his theoretical research.

This single phrase, "fake Master," was practically digging up his ancestral grave.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Qin Feng spread his hands, looking innocent.

"You claim to have the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories. Then tell me, how many of those have you personally verified through experiments?"

"And how many did you copy from the Spirit Hall's library, summarizing the work of predecessors?"

"There are no useless Spirits, only useless Spirit Masters? Do you even believe that yourself? Then why are you still only a Rank 29 Great Spirit Master to this day?"

Every word from Qin Feng was like a sharp dagger, precisely piercing the most painful spot on Yu Xiaogang.

"You... you are slandering me!"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with anger, his face alternating between green and white.

"My theories are rigorously deduced! My Ten Core Competencies are the treasure of the Spirit Master world!"

"What do you, a junior, know about theory? What right do you have to judge me here?!"

His voice was harsh, trying to use volume to cover up his inner panic.

"This is simply sophistry!"

Yu Xiaogang's face was red and his neck thick, spittle flying everywhere. In that state of enraged shame, he barely retained any semblance of a Master's demeanor.

He pointed at Tang San beside him, raising his voice an octave:

"There are no useless Spirits, only useless Spirit Masters! Little San is the best proof! His Blue Silver Grass is a recognized trash Spirit, yet under my guidance, he not only cultivated rapidly but is also invincible among his peers... If you weren't relying on external items, how could you possibly have defeated him?"

Hearing this, the surrounding audience, who had been slightly wavering, felt there was some truth to it.

After all, Tang San's previous performance was indeed dazzling.

Qin Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang as if he were an idiot, a mocking smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Recognized trash Spirit?"

"Master Yu, has your brain turned to mush from reading too many books? Have you ever seen someone with Innate Full Soul Power awaken a trash Spirit like the Blue Silver Grass?"

"Common sense in the Spirit Master world dictates that the magnitude of Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of the Spirit. If it were ordinary Blue Silver Grass, being grateful for even half a level of Innate Soul Power would be a stretch. Tang San has Innate Full Soul Power, which proves his Blue Silver Grass is definitely not ordinary, or perhaps..."

Qin Feng deliberately paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Tang San's left hand hidden behind him.

"...Or perhaps he has twin spirits."

Boom!

This statement struck Yu Xiaogang and Tang San like a thunderclap.

Tang San's pupils contracted violently, his heart skipping a beat.

How did he know?!

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale, the terror of having his deepest secret exposed.

Qin Feng gave them no chance to breathe and continued his assault:

"Whether it's a benign mutation or twin spirits, it proves Tang San's talent originates from himself or his bloodline. What does it have to do with your nonsense about 'no useless Spirits'?"

"Even taking a step back, if your theory were truly valid, how would you explain yourself?"

Qin Feng stepped forward, staring directly at Yu Xiaogang.

"Born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, possessing a mutated form of a top-tier Beast Spirit, yet stuck at Rank 29 his entire life."

"You say there are no useless Spirits. Are you telling everyone that you, a Rank 29 Great Spirit Master, are nothing more than a thoroughly useless Spirit Master?"

A killing blow.

The logic was impeccable.

If the theory was correct, then Yu Xiaogang being stuck at his rank was because he himself was useless.

If Yu Xiaogang wasn't useless, then being stuck at his rank meant his Spirit was useless, meaning his theory was wrong.

Whichever way he chose, Yu Xiaogang was a laughingstock.

"You... you..."

Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest, a sweet taste rising in his throat.

The logical loop he prided himself on had been dismantled into pieces by Qin Feng in just a few words.

"Insolent brat! What do you know?!"

Yu Xiaogang had completely lost his composure. Unable to find logical counterarguments, he could only resort to asserting his seniority to suppress Qin Feng.

"When I was consulting texts in Spirit Hall, you weren't even out of the womb! What right do you have to question my research findings?!"

Seeing her beloved trembling with rage, Liu Erlong felt immense heartache. Her willow brows shot up, ready to rush forward and fight.

"Little beast, I think you're courting death! How dare you slander Xiao Gang like this!"

Qin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid, merely casting a faint glance at Liu Erlong.

"You want to fight too? This is the Great Spirit Arena, not a place for you to throw a tantrum."

"Besides, stop calling him Master at every turn. A man who relies on women for support, was kicked out by his clan, and whose theories are entirely based on plagiarism and conjecture—does he deserve to be called a Master?"

Every word Qin Feng spoke was like a poisoned dagger, precisely stabbing at Yu Xiaogang's most insecure and fragile nerves.

The entire audience erupted in an uproar.

Although Qin Feng's words were harsh, upon careful consideration, it seemed to be exactly the truth.

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the back of the crowd, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young man speaking eloquently on the stage.

Too powerful.

It wasn't just the crushing difference in strength; even his verbal sparring and theoretical insights were so sharp.

Having grown up in the cruel environment of the Star Luo Empire, she despised weak people like Yu Xiaogang who only talked big without strength.

Seeing Qin Feng peel away Yu Xiaogang's hypocritical mask layer by layer, she felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

"Is this what a true powerhouse is like..."

Zhu Zhuqing murmured to herself, a trace of brilliance—one she hadn't even noticed herself—appearing in her gaze towards Qin Feng.

Not far away, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were also stunned.

They had always been indoctrinated with the idea that Yu Xiaogang was the wisest person on the entire continent, but today, that myth was shattered.

He was being utterly crushed and humiliated by someone his own age in full view of everyone.

Dugu Yan linked arms with Ye Lingling, laughing so hard her body shook.

"Oh my, I'm dying of laughter. Look at that Master's face—blacker than the bottom of a pot."

"Brother Feng is truly wicked, but what he said makes so much sense. Why didn't I realize before that Yu Xiaogang's logic was full of holes?"

Although Ye Lingling had a cold temperament, her eyes also flashed with admiration at this moment.

"Captain Qin Feng indeed has unique insights."

Just as Yu Xiaogang was so angry he was about to faint, preparing to let Liu Erlong attack regardless of the consequences.

A burst of applause came from the passage to the VIP seats on the second floor.

"Clap, clap, clap."

The applause was crisp and powerful, standing out exceptionally clearly amidst the noisy Spirit Arena.

The crowd parted automatically.

A young man dressed in a golden court gown, with a handsome face and elegant, scholarly demeanor, slowly walked over.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man holding a scepter, looking refined and gentle.

It was the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe, and the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful."

Xue Qinghe wore a smile that made people feel bathed in spring breeze, his gaze fixed intensely on Qin Feng.

"Brother Qin Feng not only possesses outstanding strength, but this set of theoretical insights is also penetrating and enlightening."