Little Scumbag, You Want to Spar With Me?

"You little brat, you don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is. Just because a newborn calf doesn't fear the tiger, you dare come charging in and challenge me, the Evil Eye White Tiger?"

"Today, I'll let you experience the gap in strength between a level-thirty Soul Elder and a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster."

A wild, icy sneer curled at the corner of Dai Mubai's mouth, and his eyes were full of lofty contempt. The pent-up anger he had felt after Li Wuyou mocked him in public had finally found an outlet.

He couldn't beat a freak like Li Wuyou, whose Soul Rings were all black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, but surely he could beat a mere little brat with two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings?

With a thunderous hum, Dai Mubai's Soul Power surged, and the violent currents of Soul Power made the surrounding tables and chairs sway gently.

Three Soul Rings appeared beneath Dai Mubai's feet: yellow, yellow, and purple. The purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring shone brilliantly, displaying the gap between a level-thirty Soul Elder and a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster.

The oppressive pressure of a level-thirty-eight Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder poured out without restraint.

"Wow!"

"Young Master Dai is amazing!"

"He really lives up to his name as the famous Evil Eye White Tiger!"

The twin sisters nestled in Dai Mubai's arms were instantly awed by the might of his Soul Power. They instinctively took two steps back, their eyes full of infatuation and admiration.

In their eyes, Dai Mubai, his domineering presence on full display, was still the same Evil Eye White Tiger who had roamed Suotuo City unchecked, whom no one dared provoke.

Seeing this, the other guests watching the commotion in the lobby turned pale with fright. They got up and left the Rose Hotel without looking back, terrified of being caught in the battle between Soul Masters.

"Hmph!"

"You hateful blond, stop acting so cocky!"

"Watch Sister Xiao Wu beat you into a pig's head today, the kind that even your own mother wouldn't recognize!"

Xiao Wu was not intimidated by Dai Mubai's terrifying presence. Her pretty face was still full of defiance.

With a sharp cry, she suddenly accelerated.

Xiao Wu brought the speed and agility of her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul into full play. Her small, light figure was like a breeze that left no trace, easily dodging the fierce tiger claw Dai Mubai swung at her.

Rather than retreat, Xiao Wu pressed forward. She twisted her slender waist and sent her right leg, wrapped in all her Soul Power, straight at Dai Mubai's face. It whistled through the air, swift as lightning, in a cunning and ferocious attack.

Well, you really had to give her that.

Xiao Wu might look silly all day long, but this hundred-thousand-year-old hooligan rabbit was no fool. She was actually smart as hell.

She was only a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. If she clashed head-on with a level-thirty-eight Soul Elder like Dai Mubai, she would unquestionably be the one at a disadvantage.

Thus, Xiao Wu had never intended to clash head-on with Dai Mubai. As long as she managed to get close, she could use her grappling techniques, the Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul's greatest advantage.

Once caught in her grappling techniques, even a level-thirty-eight Soul Elder like Dai Mubai would struggle to break free quickly. That was her greatest trump card in daring to challenge him.

"You little brat, you really don't know life from death."

"Since you're asking for a beating, I'll oblige."

When Dai Mubai saw his casual attack easily dodged, and his opponent even daring to close in and counterattack, the contempt in his eyes deepened.

As he saw it, a mere level-twenty Soul Grandmaster couldn't stir up any waves.

Boom!

Dai Mubai stomped on the hard marble floor, and a web of fine cracks instantly spread across the tiles. Violent, powerful Soul Power rushed through his limbs and bones as his burly figure bore down on Xiao Wu with the force to crush everything.

The next second, the third Soul Ring beneath his feet, the purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring, suddenly lit up, its brilliant violet light enveloping his entire body.

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Dai Mubai let out a low roar. His body abruptly swelled, his muscles bulging as his strength and defense multiplied severalfold. Violent Soul Power swept through the entire lobby of the Rose Hotel.

Facing Xiao Wu, who had taken the initiative to close in and challenge him, Dai Mubai had fully activated his boosted state. He no longer intended to hold back; only icy mockery and crushing dominance remained in his eyes.

To break his fear of Li Wuyou, he desperately needed a victory in battle now. Even if his opponent was just a little brat of a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, he was willing to go through with it.

Faced with Xiao Wu's fierce attack aimed straight at his face, Dai Mubai had no intention of dodging. Instead, he struck hard at her incoming lower leg.

He intended to send this little brat who didn't know how high the heavens were or how deep the earth was flying, making her fully understand the gap between a level-thirty Soul Elder and a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster.

Dai Mubai's claw strike was heavy and powerful, carrying the abundant Soul Power of a level-thirty-eight Soul Elder. If it landed head-on, Xiao Wu, with the strength of a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster, would surely suffer torn muscles and broken bones.

"This is bad!"

"That's a thousand-year Soul Skill!"

"Xiao Wu, watch out!"

Tang San's expression changed abruptly, and he called out to warn Xiao Wu.

He was just about to summon his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings to rescue her when, the next second, he felt a faint killing intent envelop him.

"Huh???"

The sudden development made Tang San's whole body stiffen.

He looked in the direction of the faint killing intent and saw that Li Wuyou, who had been quietly watching the show from the corner, still wore the same relaxed, lazy posture.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, their slender outer corners carrying a hint of casual mockery. His looks, as handsome as those of the readers in front of their screens, inspired envy, jealousy, and hatred, and there was even a playful smile on his lips.

Yet this harmless-looking boy next door had a wisp of icy killing intent flickering around him, firmly locked onto Tang San.

He wants to kill me?

Why does he want to kill me?

I've never had any grudge against this Li Wuyou!

Despite the many questions in his mind, Tang San remained calm and composed, showing no trace of panic.

"Little San, watch closely and don't interfere."

"Or do you want to spar with me?"

Li Wuyou gave Tang San a casual glance. His tone was light, without a trace of killing intent, yet it carried an oppressive force that allowed no argument.

This was the classic Rose Hotel scene from the original work. Since he had happened upon it today, he naturally had to sit back and enjoy the show; he couldn't let Tang San jump out and ruin it now.

Of course, it would be best if Dai Mubai could directly inflict serious injuries on Xiao Wu, triggering the classic scene where Tang San said, "You already have a way to die."

"Hmph!"

"Fine, let's spar!"

"Who's afraid of whom?"

Hearing Li Wuyou's taunt, Tang San's eyes turned icy. He immediately summoned his Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, and two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."

"Level-twenty-nine Control System Soul Grandmaster. Please instruct me."

After going through the usual formalities before a Soul Master duel, Tang San placed his left hand on the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night Soul Tool at his waist and extended his right hand slightly toward Li Wuyou in a gesture of invitation, his vigilance at its peak.

"Heh!"

"Interesting!"

"Little San, you really aren't afraid of death!"

Li Wuyou laughed outright!

Tang San had amused him!

Tang San, a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster equipped with two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings, was challenging a freak like him, a level-forty-four Soul Ancestor equipped with four black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

It had to be said, Tang San really was brave.

Tang San: "Are you kidding? I'm super brave, okay?"