Ling Yuan Douluo: Do I need to make a move?

At this moment, Dai Mubai felt like a killing machine.

Two brilliant lights rose from beneath his feet, both shimmering yellow.

As the Soul Rings rotated, a surging wave of Soul Power rippled towards him.

Behind him stood a white tiger standing upright on its hind legs, an intimidating sight.

"Oh, a two-ring Soul Grand Master!"

Tuoba Yan's tone carried a hint of disdain.

Two Soul Rings indicated that Dai Mubai's level was at least above twenty.

Gasps of surprise came from the surrounding crowd.

"I didn't expect this child to be so young, already a two-ring Soul Grand Master!"

"Not just a Soul Grand Master, but also a Standing Soul Venerable with a ferocious White Tiger Martial Soul!"

Hearing the surprised voices around him, Dai Mubai raised his hand, playfully flicking his bangs with his right index finger.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul White Tiger, twenty-eighth level Battle Soul Master, pleased to make your acquaintance!"

Dai Mubai announced his Martial Soul and level, signifying a formal challenge.

Tuoba Yan braced himself and said, "Begin."

Dai Mubai reminded him, "You haven't summoned your Martial Soul yet."

"To deal with you, I don't need to use my Martial Soul."

"I admit, you're strong, and you're worthy of being my opponent. Without Soul Power, you're not my match. You should summon your Martial Soul."

"Who says you need to summon your Martial Soul to use Soul Power?" Tuoba Yan countered Dai Mubai.

Soul Power is the source of power.

Martial Souls, Soul Bones, Soul Rings, Soul Power – all are closely connected to Soul Masters.

Having existed for over thirty thousand years, the continent rarely knew the intricacies of Soul Power.

Dai Mubai frowned slightly. Tuoba Yan's words shattered his common sense. "How can you use Soul Power without summoning your Martial Soul?"

Tuoba Yan urged, "It's time to begin. If you can force me to use my Martial Soul, then I've lost. I think we should be able to end this battle quickly!"

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes.

"Blasphemy!"

With a scornful snort, Dai Mubai charged towards Tuoba Yan once more.

After Martial Soul Avatar, Dai Mubai seemed to have completely transformed into another person.

His hair billowed, and his body, brimming with explosive power, rapidly closed the distance to Tuoba Yan.

At the same time, sharp claws erupted from Dai Mubai's fingertips, launching towards Tuoba Yan like Wolverine.

"Dragon Step!"

Tuoba Yan barely hesitated, tilting his upper body backward and using Dragon Step to evade Dai Mubai's attack.

He then circled around to Dai Mubai's back, slamming a fist into his back.

"Boom!"

The fist landed, and Dai Mubai was knocked to the ground, face down.

He quickly scrambled to his feet, his back burning with searing pain.

Tuoba Yan smiled. "You've lost!"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his eyes filled with frustration.

He had intended to use Soul Power to force Tuoba Yan to use his Martial Soul, for a fair fight.

He never expected that in just one round, he would be defeated by a boy who hadn't even displayed his Martial Soul.

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"

Suddenly, Dai Mubai's second Soul Ring flared with light, and he expelled a milky-white orb from his mouth.

At the same time, Tuoba Yan formed a hand seal and abruptly opened his mouth, spewing out a red fireball.

The fireball and orb collided on the street, consuming each other.

Soon, the orb vanished, and the fireball instantly engulfed Dai Mubai.

"Ah!"

Dai Mubai let out a pained cry, tapping his toes and leaping out of the fireball's range.

At this moment, Dai Mubai's hair was partially singed, and his clothes were scorched in several places.

Dai Mubai could accept being defeated, but he couldn't accept losing to a boy who hadn't used his Martial Soul.

Tuoba Yan turned around, without a word, and called out, "Spirit Eagle Auntie, let's go!"

"Ugh!"

Dai Mubai felt a jolt in his mind.

Disregard!

The battle ended, and Tuoba Yan didn't even acknowledge him, immediately turning to leave.

Unseen, Dai Mubai felt as if he'd been slapped in the face.

He felt even more unwilling and asked, "What's your name?"

"A defeated opponent doesn't deserve to know my name!"

"Ugh!"

Dai Mubai froze, and then his pupils flared with a sinister light.

In broad daylight, Dai Mubai was certain he'd been slapped hard across the face.

"Quite a lively scene here!"

A slightly hoarse voice came from outside the crowd.

"Huh, Dai Mubai?"

The person who exclaimed recognized Dai Mubai.

"Teacher Zhao!"

Dai Mubai recognized the speaker as well.

He was the vice principal of Shrek Academy, who had left Shrek Academy for some reason and entered Soto City.

"Mubai, was that you fighting just now?"

Faced with Zhao Wuji's question, Dai Mubai, filled with shame, didn't respond verbally, but nodded slightly.

Zhao Wuji continued, "Did you win or lose?"

"I lost."

"And who was your opponent? Where are they?"

Dai Mubai's gaze shifted to Tuoba Yan's retreating figure.

Zhao Wuji followed Dai Mubai's gaze and loudly called out, "Hey, you! Woman, stop right there. You hit one of my students, shouldn't you offer a reasonable explanation?"

Spirit Eagle Douluo seemed not to hear him.

Zhao Wuji leaped onto the roof beside the street, ran several dozen meters, and jumped down from the roof, blocking Spirit Eagle Douluo's path.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you scared? If you are, then apologize to my student and pay his medical bills!"

Zhao Wuji's lips curled into a slight smile as he crossed his arms, looking smugly at Spirit Eagle Douluo.

Dai Mubai hurried to Zhao Wuji's side and quietly said, "Teacher Zhao, I didn't challenge her, I challenged the person beside her!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in surprise. "What? You lost to this boy?"

Dai Mubai lowered his head in shame, acknowledging Zhao Wuji's words.

Zhao Wuji reprimanded, "Losing to a child? Utterly useless. However, you injured someone, and that's your fault. I won't press the issue, one thousand Gold Soul Coins for the medical expenses will do!"

One thousand Gold Soul Coins was a mere pittance to Tuoba Yan, whose fortune was in the millions. But it was a significant sum for an ordinary person.

They had engaged in a normal fight, but it had started when Dai Mubai instigated it.

The instigator ended up losing, getting injured, and now had to have the "victim" pay for his medical expenses.

Zhao Wuji's attitude was truly unreasonable.

Or perhaps, Zhao Wuji was deliberately trying to stir up trouble.

Spirit Eagle Douluo asked, "Should I intervene?"

Tuoba Yan shook his head slightly.

The middle-aged man in front of them looked to be in his fifties. His appearance was unremarkable, but his build was incredibly solid, giving off a sense of strength despite his average height.

His broad shoulders were like a city wall, and his coat couldn't hide the powerfully built muscles that seemed forged from steel.

The man hadn't introduced himself, but based on their first meeting and the knowledge he possessed, Tuoba Yan was sure this was Zhao Wuji, the immovable King.