Whipping the Evil Tiger
Dai Mubai glanced at Tang San. Seeing that Tang San was taller than him, but looked a few years younger, he released his arms from the two girls and took a step forward. The two girls quickly stepped aside.
Dai Mubai's lips curled into a disdainful smile, "Oh ho, then I'll see just how high you think you are, and how thick your earth is."
Tang San stood with his arms crossed, motionless, his expression calm and indifferent as he looked at Dai Mubai, without adopting any fighting stance.
A wicked glint flashed in Dai Mubai. He suddenly raised his right fist and lunged forward, aiming straight for Tang San's chest. The speed was incredible, and his fist whistled through the air, clearly not just for show, but honed through real combat. This punch used seven-tenths of his strength, which Dai Mubai believed was enough to deal with a child a few years younger than himself.
When Dai Mubai's fist struck Tang San's chest, Tang San also threw out his right fist.
"Bang!!"
With a loud bang, the two fists collided. The shockwave spread out from the point where their fists met, making the papers on the nearby counter rustle.
Dai Mubai's expression changed the instant his fists made contact, from contempt to shock, and from shock to pain.
Dai Mubai was knocked back five or six steps, staggering and almost falling. His right fist hung at his side, his fingers trembling slightly, and his bones aching faintly.
Tang San stood still, motionless, his expression remaining calm.
Dai Mubai were filled with surprise, and he felt a sense of foreboding. Seeing that Tang San had taken his punch without flinching and even knocked him back, he realized that he had met a tough opponent today.
But this was not the time to back down. He felt he was used to ruling Suotuo City, and if he were scared off by some unknown brat, how would he ever be able to get along in the future?
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and launched several more attacks. Right fist, left fist, right elbow, left knee—each attack was delivered with full force, fast and powerful. But Tang San simply swung his fist or raised his arm each time, blocking all of Dai Mubai's attacks. With each collision, Dai Mubai would be knocked back several steps, while Tang San didn't even move his feet.
Xiao Wu stood to the side, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, eyes full of disdain, a sneer on her lips.
After being defeated by Tang San, Dai Mubai's face turned ashen, and veins bulged on his forehead. Dai Mubai knew that without using his Martial Soul, he was no match for the young man before him.
He took a deep breath, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and his body trembled violently as white Soul Power surged from within him.
"Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Possession!"
Dai Mubai's body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulged, black and white tiger stripes appeared on his arms, his hands transformed into tiger claws, and his nails became sharp as hooks. His eyes turned into vertical pupils, radiating a wild light. Three Soul Rings rose from his feet, two yellow and one purple, the best Soul Ring Configuration.
"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Soul Elder. Please advise."
Dai Mubai announced his Martial Soul and level, his tone carrying a solemn tone. This was a formal challenge.
Tang San looked at the three Soul Rings under Dai Mubai's feet, and a slight smile curved his lips.
Tang San raised his right foot and lightly stomped on the ground. Four Soul Rings rose from the sole of his foot, yellow, yellow, purple, and purple. Tang San used his External Soul Bone, the Dreamlike Illusion Eyes, to disguise the colors of his Second Soul Ring and Fourth Soul Rings, making them indistinguishable from those of an ordinary Soul Ancestor.
"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 49 Battle Soul Ancestor. Please advise."
Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail driven into Dai Mubai's ears.
Dai Mubai was stunned by Tang San's level, his mouth slightly agape, unsure how to react.
Dai Mubai is fifteen years old and at level thirty-seven, already a top-tier student at the Shrek Academy. How can this boy, who looks no more than twelve or thirteen, be at level forty-nine?
He grew up in the Star Luo Imperial Family, receiving top-notch training and resources, and his talent was among the best in the royal family. But compared to the boy in front of him, he was like a firefly compared to the moon.
Dai Mubai's face turned pale and then red, but when he saw that Tang San's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, his shock turned into disdain. Blue Silver Grass, a universally acknowledged Trash Martial Soul. What use is a high level? Trash Martial Soul is Trash Martial Soul, nothing in front of the White Tiger Martial Soul.
Dai Mubai regained his confidence, a smile returning to his lips, "Continue. Blue Silver Grass, no matter how high its level, is still Blue Silver Grass."
"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation."
Dai Mubai's Third Soul Ring lit up, enveloping him in purple light. His body swelled up again, his muscles became even more exaggerated, and a golden luster appeared on his skin, as if he were plated with gold.
White Tiger Vajra Transformation is Dai Mubai's strongest amplification skill, which can greatly increase attack power, defense power, and strength. Under the amplification state, his combat power can be raised to a whole level.
Dai Mubai roared, stomped his feet on the ground, and charged towards Tang San like a cannonball. His tiger claws, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, went straight for Tang San's chest. This claw was several times stronger than before, tearing the air apart and producing a sharp whistling sound.
Tang San didn't use any Soul Skills. He simply raised his right hand, and Blue Silver Grass flew out from his palm. The deep blue vines drew a beautiful arc in the air, lashing towards Dai Mubai like a long whip.
"Smack!"
The vine lashed out at Dai Mubai's tiger claw, producing a crisp crack. Dai Mubai felt as if his hand had been struck by an iron rod; a tremendous force traveled from the tiger claw to his arm, then to his shoulder, leaving his entire arm numb. He staggered backward, the golden luster on his tiger claw dimming slightly.
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and charged forward again. Tang San calmly swung his Blue Silver Grass, whipping it again and again, each lash precisely striking Dai Mubai's attack path. Dai Mubai's tiger claws, arms, shoulders, and abdomen were struck countless times, leaving red welts on his skin. Although the White Tiger Vajra Transformation increased his defense, the force of the Blue Silver Grass's strikes was too strong; each lash felt like being hit by a giant hammer, causing his blood and qi to surge.
Dai Mubai grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. In his White Tiger Vajra Transformation state, his strength and defense were greatly enhanced, making it impossible for ordinary Soul Ancestor to break through his defenses. However, this boy's Blue Silver Grass, though clearly just a blade of grass, felt like an iron whip when it struck him, causing him to wince in pain.
What frustrated Dai Mubai even more was that he couldn't break the Blue Silver Grass. His tiger claws gripped the vines, leaving only a few white marks, but the vines didn't budge. When he punched the vines, they only swayed slightly, without even leaving a dent.
What kind of Blue Silver Grass is this? Why is it so hard?
Seeing that Dai Mubai had lost all fighting spirit, Tang San waved his right hand, and several strands of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground, binding Dai Mubai's hands and feet. Dai Mubai struggled a few times, but couldn't break free. The Blue Dai Mubai Blue Silver Grass tightened its grip, fixing his hands and feet to his sides, binding him tightly like a rice dumpling.
Tang San stepped forward, gripping the Blue Silver Grass vine in his right hand, and lashed it at Dai Mubai repeatedly. Each lash carried just the right amount of force, neither fatal nor causing Dai Mubai to howl in pain.
Dai Mubai rolled on the ground, but bound by the Blue Silver Grass, he couldn't roll very far and could only passively take the beating. Under the continuous attacks, the White Tiger Vajra Transformation finally couldn't be maintained, the golden luster dissipated, and his body returned to its normal size.
Xiao Wu watched from the side, her rabbit ears twitching, a gloating smile on her lips, "Serves you right, serves you right for being so arrogant and having such a foul mouth. Third Brother, give me a good spanking!"
Tang San lashed Dai Mubai's skin was covered in wounds and several bones were broken, he estimated that he would need to lie in bed for several days to recover. Only then did he feel relieved, put away the Blue Silver Grass, and released Dai Mubai.