Douluo Sharingan, I really didn't coerce Xiao Wu!

Chapter 4 Little Master, How Laughable!

Chen Xuan, whose martial soul is unknown, is a level 38 support-type Soul Master with average aptitude. Although he is in the advanced class, he has been unremarkable in recent years and has not caused any trouble.

This is an evaluation from the data, which is relatively objective and fair.

Yu Xiaogang frowned, somewhat dissatisfied. According to the information, this person had never displayed extraordinary strength and speed, and in previous sparring matches, he had always played a supporting role in the team.

Now, this Chen Xuan is spouting nonsense, claiming that he excels in speed and strength, and has no problem with both offensive and agile attack styles. What else could this be but utter arrogance?

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had a stern face, his displeasure evident. The other party's rude attitude yesterday had already upset him, and now, this young man was not only full of lies, but also arrogant and conceited. A support martial soul wanting to go for a power attack type, how naive and arrogant.

He could understand the former; in front of a group of geniuses, it was reasonable for Chen Xuan to tell a white lie to show off. However, such a lack of restraint and arrogance was a human problem.

"Chen Xuan, you will be fighting alongside the mistresses in the future. I hope you can properly introduce your abilities. This is not a game," Master Yu Xiaogang said in a deep voice.

His face was stern and serious, without a trace of a smile. Anyone could tell that the master was somewhat angry.

What happened to the master?

Down below, Ma Hongjun and Oscar whispered among themselves. Even Tailong and Jiangzhu could clearly sense Yu Xiaogang's unusual expression, which suggested he was likely angry.

Chen Xuan remained calm. Just because the original owner of this body couldn't develop a martial soul didn't mean he was incapable. The continental elite competition was teeming with geniuses. How could a support-type character stand out without the favor of any sect? Besides, it was more interesting to compete with other soul masters.

"Master, I think I've explained things quite clearly. If you didn't hear me clearly, please repeat it again. I did indeed follow a dual path. I was just keeping a low profile before and didn't reveal the true use of my martial soul." He explained as gently as possible, without intending to make a scene.

Besides, the original owner of this body had indeed kept a low profile and hadn't shown off her strength much, so basically no one knew about her true abilities.

However, these words took on a different meaning when they reached Yu Xiaogang's ears; Chen Xuan's words seemed to imply that he was old and deaf.

He was born with weak soul power and was looked down upon by the world. If it weren't for the help of his disciple's immortal herbs, he would never have been able to break through level 30 in his entire life. Therefore, he was extremely sensitive about his self-esteem.

He was so angry that a little kid dared to humiliate him like that that his eyebrows stood on end, veins popped out on his face, and he was on the verge of exploding.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar felt a chill run down their spines. They knew this all too well; it was the prelude to the master's outburst. This was going to be a good show.

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled. Why did the master suddenly become angry?

In an instant, all the Shrek students and Tyrone and the others looked at the culprit, Chen Xuan. When the master got angry, he was even more terrifying than Vice Dean Liu Erlong.

Chen Xuan was speechless. He felt he hadn't done anything wrong. What kind of person was this?

Tang San, observing the situation, sensed something was amiss and stepped forward, saying, "Brother Chen, according to the information, your martial soul should be a support type, right? In recent years, you've mainly supported your teammates in academy battles, and have almost never engaged in direct combat. How come you say you're good at speed and strength?"

He spoke quickly, trying to ease the tension and resolve the conflict before Yu Xiaogang could get angry.

"Information?" Chen Xuan was surprised and somewhat taken aback, but then he suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

He was speechless. As expected of Yu Xiaogang, the theoretical master, could a stack of documents really determine a person's worth? Could a mere page or two of blank paper truly reveal the strength of a Soul Master?

A theoretical master is just a theoretical master; he will always remain at the theoretical level. No wonder the Soul Masters of the Mainland look down on the Ten Great Martial Soul Cores; there's a reason for it.

"I'm not your brother. Do you think you can understand a person from just one page of blank paper? Information is information, it can't determine anything. What the academy records is always one-sided."

Chen Xuan was speechless for a moment, then continued to ask, "That person is very low-key, doesn't show off, and hasn't revealed his true strength in his usual sparring. His soul power is also not low. Does that mean that person is mediocre, and that's all there is to judging a person's true strength?"

"If that's what you think, then there's nothing I can do. After all, I can't force someone's will to change," he said helplessly, alluding to Yu Xiaogang, clearly quite annoyed.

The Shrek Seven Devils and Tailong nodded, unaware that they were subtly mocking Master Yu Xiaogang.

They felt that what Chen Xuan said made sense and they couldn't refute it. Indeed, some people were relatively low-key, unlike them, who sought battles everywhere and participated in the Soul Arena, etc.

As for Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, the three of them firmly believed in the dean's teachings: a soul master who dares not cause trouble is mediocre.

People like Chen Xuan, who hide their strength and dare not fight, use being low-key as an excuse; they are just mediocre people.

Tang San secretly agreed, feeling that he had been one of the less troublesome people back in Notting Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stood upright with his hands behind his back, his expression unpredictable, exuding the air of a master. However, a fleeting look of panic flashed in his eyes, almost unnoticed by anyone.

"High rank and great power, knowledgeable but lacking in his own judgment, a mere general, how laughable." Chen Xuan muttered under his breath, feeling dissatisfied.

Although he was dissatisfied, he didn't get angry; he was just making a joke. Otherwise, his next sentence would have been "Little Master," which is ridiculous.

"You... what did you say!" Yu Xiaogang glared angrily, as if his sore spot had been touched, and his finger pointing at Chen Xuan was trembling.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were slightly taken aback, a strange light flashing in their eyes. They sensed something was amiss. How dare the other party make such a veiled criticism of the master? They were incredibly audacious.

The unspoken message is that the master is incompetent, yet he calls himself a theoretical master—how dare he say that!

"This handsome young man is too bold! He dares to talk back to the master and even dares to mock him in return." Ning Rongrong whispered in Xiao Wu's ear.

Among the Shrek Seven Devils, many people were unlucky and didn't understand anything. For example, Tyrone and Ma Hongjun were scratching their heads, looking puzzled.

Tang San's face darkened, and a hint of anger rose in his heart. Yu Xiaogang was like his biological father. Regardless of who was right or wrong, Chen Xuan should not have humiliated his teacher in public. It was too much!

"The literal meaning," Chen Xuan said calmly, putting his hands behind his back in a masterly manner.

I must say, it does have a pretty high-class feel.

Upon hearing this, the master's face darkened immediately, his short hair stood on end, and he was on the verge of exploding in anger.

Tang San's eyes turned cold. Yu Xiaogang treated him like his own father, and like Xiao Wu, he was his Achilles' heel. Chen Xuan had already crossed his bottom line.

He remained outwardly calm, but a chilling glint flashed in his eyes, indicating that he already harbored a deep grudge against this person.

If Chen Xuan's earlier words were undoubtedly a deliberate act, then his subsequent imitation of the master's actions was blatant mockery.

The Shrek members all shut up, and no one dared to slack off anymore.

For a moment, the atmosphere was unusually quiet, with the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air, like the calm before a storm.

Chen Xuan realized he might have gone a bit too far, but it was too late to back down, so he continued to imitate, putting his hands behind his back, raising his head, and putting on an air of superiority.

He would only go down one path to the bitter end, never yielding to anyone but a face-saving theoretical master.

On the back hill, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees on both sides, causing the leaves to sway softly.

Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to lose his temper, two figures walked over from a distance.

One of them was a middle-aged man with reading glasses, a hooked nose, and a steady gait. He walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

(End of this chapter)