White Tiger, Possession

What surprised Dai Mubai most was Tuoba Yan's fist.

In terms of attack power, Dai Mubai clearly had the upper hand, yet his fist was now faintly aching.

Tuoba Yan's chest, however, seemed as hard as cast copper and forged iron. He had taken Dai Mubai's strongest punch without using his martial soul and still showed no obvious signs of injury.

But Tuoba Yan was equally astonished inside.

After all, the Tuoba Clan's inherited martial soul was the White Armored Earth Dragon, exceptional in both defense and attack.

Tuoba Yan's martial soul was also the mutated martial soul Saint. Its defensive power rivaled that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, perhaps even surpassed it.

Since Tuoba Yan had never fought a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master, he did not know its exact defensive capabilities.

Dai Mubai's strength was solid.

It was not the violently explosive kind of solid strength, but the kind that gathered all the power in his body into a fist-sized point before bursting forth through his fist in an instant.

Even most adult soul masters had never mastered such a skill.

"Good. Very good. Since you can take one punch from me, you are qualified to be my opponent."

Tuoba Yan's right brow twitched slightly. "Are you done yet?"

A proud curve rose at the corner of Dai Mubai's lips as he said arrogantly, "It is rare to encounter an opponent like you. How could I be content without having a proper match with you?"

Dai Mubai had personally witnessed the Second Prince, his imperial brother, die at the hands of his eldest brother, Dai Weisi. It had terrified him.

After being defeated by Dai Weisi, Dai Mubai had fled from the Xingluo Empire to the Balak Kingdom.

As a prince, Dai Mubai possessed the pride unique to a prince.

Yet as a prince who had fled to another kingdom, Dai Mubai felt utterly humiliated.

Especially since, among the crowd watching the spectacle, he had noticed people whose gazes rested on him, monitoring his every move.

Anyone could guess that if those people were not there to protect him, then they had to have been sent by his eldest brother, Dai Weisi.

Dai Mubai raised a finger and flicked the bangs hanging before his forehead. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the twin sisters.

How could he survive and avoid being hunted, assassinated, or poisoned by Dai Weisi? The best way was to make the other side believe that he had already been scared out of his wits.

Decadence and debauchery were the best ways to confuse his enemies and preserve his life.

Dai Mubai did not want to miss such a rare chance to label himself as someone who loved causing trouble.

"Take this!"

Dai Mubai shouted coldly as he sprang forward again.

This time, his attack was not as simple as it appeared.

His body skimmed low across the ground like a fierce tiger. His right foot stomped hard against the bluestone pavement, and as shattered stone flew, his body had already twisted into a bizarre angle.

His left fist feinted toward Tuoba Yan's face, but his wrist suddenly dipped midway through, and his elbow slammed toward his opponent's ribs with a sharp hiss that tore through the air.

This was the Execution Technique he had learned in the Xingluo Empire's Royal Combat Class, specifically designed to break through weak points in hardened defenses.

Tuoba Yan planted his feet as if nailed to the ground and sharply drew in his abdomen, forcibly evading by less than an inch.

Dai Mubai's elbow grazed past his robes, and the gust it carried lifted the hem of his clothes.

In that hair's breadth of time, Tuoba Yan sank his waist and turned his hips, thrusting his right shoulder out like a battering ram toward Dai Mubai's chest.

"Excellent!"

A sharp light flashed through Dai Mubai's eyes. His left arm shot across his chest like lightning, and his forearm collided with Tuoba Yan's shoulder with a dull thud.

Borrowing the recoil, his body spun half a turn like a top. His right leg swept through the air in a silver arc, his toes aimed directly at Tuoba Yan's temple.

This kick contained the explosive force of his entire body. The shrill whistle of his boot cutting through the air made the onlookers instinctively hold their breaths.

Tuoba Yan neither dodged nor retreated, instead raising his left hand, palm upright before his forehead.

With a crisp smack, Dai Mubai's sole was caught firmly.

The instant their forces met, Dai Mubai suddenly changed moves. His left leg bent at the knee and drove toward Tuoba Yan's waist, the bulging veins on his knee displaying the ferocity of the blow.

Tuoba Yan grunted, the muscles around his waist instantly swelling like iron and stone.

Even as he took the knee strike head-on, his left hand gripping Dai Mubai's ankle suddenly exerted force, intending to hurl Dai Mubai away.

But Dai Mubai had been prepared. His captured right foot suddenly tensed, and using his rotational momentum, he forcefully twisted himself another half turn. His other foot stepped on Tuoba Yan's shoulder, and he leaped into the air like a nimble monkey.

"Now!"

Dai Mubai twisted in midair, pouring the force of his falling weight and the strength of his waist and abdomen entirely into his right fist. A faint white glow spread across his knuckles.

There was not the slightest flourish in this punch, yet it was more condensed than any of his previous attacks, as though all the fierce power in his body had been compressed into this tiny space.

Tuoba Yan's pupils contracted. He spread his feet shoulder-width apart as Soul Power surged toward his chest without reservation.

At the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist, the veins upon it bulging like coiled dragons.

The two fists collided fiercely in midair.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled bang, as though two pieces of ten-thousand-year black iron had struck each other.

Dai Mubai felt a tremendous force explode up his arm. It was as if the gaps between his bones had been stuffed with red-hot iron sand. Struck as though by a heavy hammer, he flew backward uncontrollably.

Tuoba Yan was likewise forced back a step, leaving a footprint half an inch deep in the bluestone pavement.

Using the force of the collision, Dai Mubai flipped backward four times in succession through the air, each rotation shedding part of the impact.

When Dai Mubai's feet touched the ground, a bloody sweetness rose in his throat. He forcibly swallowed it down, though a trace of blood still leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Tuoba Yan, on the other hand, had merely taken a step back and suffered no internal injury.

"Still want to continue?" Tuoba Yan asked calmly.

Defeated. Dai Mubai had been defeated again.

His hands clenched tightly, and an unyielding light shone in his eyes.

Dai Mubai raised his sinister eyes. "Of course. You forced me to use Soul Power, so I lost this match. But how could I be content without properly testing myself against you? Do not worry. No matter the outcome, I will not keep causing you trouble."

A peculiar light appeared in Dai Mubai's sinister eyes. The phrase "delighted at finding worthy prey" perhaps described it best.

Other than his eldest brother Dai Weisi, Dai Mubai had never encountered anyone of his age with greater combat power than his own. No, Tuoba Yan looked several years younger than him.

"White Tiger, Possession."

A powerful pale light suddenly erupted from Dai Mubai's body.

The muscles all over his body abruptly swelled.

His head of golden hair instantly turned black and white, with white as the dominant color, while a king-shaped marking emerged on his forehead.

His hands doubled in size, and white fur covered his palms. Dagger-like claws eight inches long extended from them, while his double pupils had already turned a deep, profound blue.