The master is indeed 'invincible', but it's invincible in theory. Of course, he still needs to make those theories a reality. Director, I remember the master had some nonsense about the top ten core competitiveness of martial souls. That's simply ridiculous."

  "That's enough, the Master is a friend of the Dean. Don't evaluate him arbitrarily. Although no one has proven that his theory is correct, no one has ever proven it wrong either. In the Douluo Continent, the Master is a renowned figure."

  "No way, Director, it should be a notorious clown. Everyone just thinks he's a joke."

  Hearing the conversation inside, Tang San's footsteps only paused for a moment before continuing to walk out. A faint hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth, not directed at the master he had just acknowledged, but rather at the three teachers in the teaching office.

  Can someone who can tell that they are a Twin Martial Souls just from a simple proof, and also determine that their other martial soul is extremely powerful, be just a joke?

  Is theory invincible? What you need most now is theory. The master's power cannot be passed on to the apprentice, and what can be passed on is knowledge. It's surprising that these people don't even understand this point, and they are teachers in the academy.

  The dormitory building is the only one, easy to find, and all the students and teachers of the college live here. As Old Jack said, there are few people who can become soul masters, especially in a remote city like Nodding. The number of students and teachers in the entire college is not large, and one dormitory building is enough.

  The students' dormitory has only seven rooms, because the students of the Primary Soul Master Academy are relatively young, in order to better unify management, so the students of each grade live together in a large dormitory. And there are no more than forty students in each grade at Nodding Primary Soul Master Academy.

  The lower three floors of the dormitory building have seven large dormitories for trainees, each with a teacher in charge.

  Qī shè is a relatively special existence among the seven dormitories for students, and its conditions are also the worst. It is specifically for students who work and study to live in. After all, the college is not a charity, although the tuition fees of the workers-students have been reduced, their treatment cannot be as good as that of ordinary students.

  Qī Shě is also the only dormitory with a mixed age group, regardless of grade level, all working students live here.

  Tang San had just walked to the front of the Seventh Dormitory when he heard the commotion coming from inside. The door was open, and he walked over to the entrance to take a look inside.

  This is a spacious room, nearly three hundred square meters in size. Inside, there are fifty beds, but only eleven of them have bedding. At this moment, seven or eight children between the ages of eight and twelve are making a ruckus inside.

  Tang San knocked on the door, and the children who were talking suddenly turned their eyes in his direction. One of the older children looked at Tang San's patchwork clothes and walked towards him.

  This kid was nearly two heads taller than Tang San, and his build was already quite robust for his age. He walked up to Tang San, looking down at him with a somewhat condescending attitude, saying: "New vocational student?"

  Tang San's face revealed a hint of a kind smile, "Hello, I'm a work-study student from Sheng Ling Village."

  "My name is Wang Sheng, my martial soul is the War Tiger, and I'm a future Martial Soul Master. I'm also the leader here, kid. What's your name? What's your martial soul?"

  "My name is Tang San, my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

  "Blue Silver Grass? When can Blue Silver Grass's martial soul be cultivated?" Wang Saint put on an extremely surprised look, and the children in the dormitory all burst out laughing, looking at Tang San with eyes that seemed to think he was an idiot.

  Tang San still had a smile on his face, "Please, after you?"

  Wang Sang ignored Tang San's words, "Little Three, I'm the boss here. From now on, you'll listen to me, got it?"

  Tang San's smile gradually disappeared, "I'm Tang San, not Little Three." The elders' affectionate nickname for him wouldn't have bothered him, or even a kind term of endearment would be fine, but the so-called Big Brother in front of him was clearly trying to give him a warning.

  Wang Sang raised his hand and pushed Tang San's shoulder, pushing him back a few steps. "I'm just calling you Little Three, what's wrong? Not convinced?"

  Tang San smiled, lightly shook his head, and placed the school uniform on a bed beside him. Just as Wang Sang was wondering what he was doing, Tang San suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

  The other students clearly saw Tang San take a step forward at an extremely fast speed, and he had already arrived behind Wang Saint. Without turning his head, he bent his right arm, and his elbow struck Wang Saint's waist. At the same time, his right foot also landed in front of Wang Saint's right foot.

  Wang Sheng hadn't even reacted when he was already thrown out, stumbling and falling out of the dormitory door. Fortunately, his lower body strength was not bad, and he didn't fall to the ground, otherwise it would have been a miserable ending.

  "You stinky little brat, you dare hit me?" Wang Saint was enraged, and with a swift turn of his body, he pounced on Tang San like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains.

  Tang San only hoped that in his future academy life, he wouldn't encounter too much trouble and at least not be disturbed from his normal life. Therefore, he definitely thought that he should give this 'boss' in front of him a little lesson. This was what they called "killing the chicken to scare the monkey".

  As Wang Song came at him, Tang San didn't retreat but instead took a step forward to meet him. With his left hand pulling and right hand guiding, he completed a simple yet effective motion.

  Wang Sang only felt that his right fist seemed to be pulled by a special force, and it actually changed direction. At the same time, a great force came from Tang San's right hand, and his foot was just tripped, causing his body to fly out again. This time, the balance was not so easy to grasp. Tang San's simple movements in both hands had already used the Tangmen's ultimate skill of Controlling the Crane and Capturing the Dragon, borrowing Wang Sang's own strength and adding his own power, Wang Sang thudded and fell onto a bed.