Dai Mubai Brutally Beats Tang San

Yet the normally incomparably resilient Blue Silver Grass shattered instantly upon meeting Dai Mubai's fist.

The latter's fist reached Tang San's chest almost in an instant.

"Bang—!"

With that heavy sound, Tang San was sent flying the very next second.

He crashed heavily into the hall wall.

"Pfft—!"

The terrifying impact made Tang San spew out a mouthful of blood.

"How..."

"How is this possible?!"

The intense pain made him feel as though every bone in his body had been shattered.

Tang San could not accept that his Blue Silver Grass had been so utterly vulnerable.

Dai Mubai had not even used a Soul Skill. He had simply thrown a punch at him.

"That's it?"

Dai Mubai, standing where he was, froze in disbelief.

Tang San had put on such an act just now, yet this was all he had?

He had even said something about how there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters?

How boring.

With that thought, Dai Mubai looked down at Tang San, who was curled up on the ground, and mocked him.

"Who told you there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters?"

"If you ask me, not only are you useless, your Martial Soul is useless too."

With that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

He had no intention of wasting any more time.

"You can insult me, but how dare you insult my teacher?!"

Tang San suddenly sprang to his feet as though injected with adrenaline.

"Dai Mubai, you have brought death upon yourself!"

In his heart, his teacher had already become family.

No one could insult him!

Suddenly, Tang San's second soul ring lit up.

Dai Mubai's body stiffened without warning.

Then, a layer of dense vines had somehow already wrapped around his body.

"Buzz—!"

Tang San's second soul ring blazed brightly, and the vines instantly grew several times thicker.

Dai Mubai's body was firmly bound within them.

The dense thorns on the vines silently pierced into his skin.

A numb sensation spread through every part of his body.

Tang San had used his Second Soul Skill.

Parasitism!

It could be activated without anyone noticing, making it impossible to guard against.

"Hmm?"

Dai Mubai was somewhat surprised to find that his body was actually unable to move.

He never liked dragging out fights, and he had originally intended to let Tang San go.

Who would have thought that Tang San would use such a despicable Soul Skill to launch a sneak attack on him?

It was truly contemptible.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for bullying you!"

Dai Mubai snorted coldly. The purple soul ring circling beneath his feet suddenly flashed with an intense light.

Immediately afterward, the air around his body became violent in an instant.

His eyes also turned a horrifying blood-red.

"Boom—!"

Dai Mubai exerted a little force, and the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him exploded into fragments the next instant.

"Hiss—!"

Tang San sucked in a sharp breath.

Was the power of a Thousand Year Soul Skill truly this terrifying?

At this moment, Dai Mubai's body, already in the state of Martial Soul Possession, swelled another size larger.

His exaggerated muscles were enough to make one tremble, while black stripes appeared across his skin.

They were the defining trait of his Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul.

His entire body was enveloped in a dense golden glow, his eyes still blood-red and gleaming with bloodlust.

Seeing that things had gone badly, Tang San was horrified and actually began to think of retreating.

Just as he hesitated, Dai Mubai suddenly charged toward him.

"Boom—!"

Without any unnecessary flourish, he threw another punch!

"Whoosh—!"

Almost at the same time, several dark-green vines shot toward Dai Mubai like lightning.

The Blue Silver Grass, bristling with thorns and poison, had been pushed to its limit by Tang San's Soul Power and Mysterious Heaven Skill.

This was his strongest attack.

Yet before Dai Mubai's fist, this strongest attack of his turned to dust in an instant.

"Bang—!"

Despite Tang San's thorough preparations, he was still sent flying by a single punch.

He smashed into the wall behind him once more.

"Pfft—!"

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out. Tang San was now weakened to the extreme.

He did not even have the strength to release the Hidden Weapons concealed in his sleeves.

"Hmph!"

Dai Mubai snorted coldly, and the three soul rings circling his body disappeared.

His body also returned to normal.

"Manager Wang, I'll come compensate you for the hotel's damages tomorrow. I'm really not in the mood today."

Dai Mubai casually glanced at the middle-aged man hiding by the staircase around the corner.

"Young Master Dai, then..."

He cautiously poked his head out, but after saying only half a sentence, he shut his mouth.

The situation before him was truly terrible. Who knew if one wrong word might bring disaster upon him?

Dai Mubai beckoned to the pair of twin sisters and prepared to leave.

He would most likely no longer have any interest in this Rose Hotel in the future.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Tang San, lying on the ground, suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit.

He had considered the possibility that he might lose, but he had never expected to lose so thoroughly.

He had not even possessed the slightest possibility of standing against Dai Mubai.

The pride he had once carried in his heart had now fallen to rock bottom.

"Wait. You injured someone, and you think you can just leave so easily?"

At that moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came from outside the hotel.

Dai Mubai looked over to see a young man and woman walking toward him.

Tang San in the corner naturally heard those words as well, and he immediately raised his head toward the entrance.

"Huo... Huo Feng!"

Tang San's eyes widened in shock. Standing beside Huo Feng was Xiao Wu.

Ever since the graduation ceremony, he had not seen either of them again.

Why were they here? "Who are you people? Are you trying to meddle in someone else's business?"

Dai Mubai frowned.

What era was this? There were still people willing to meddle in others' business without regard for their lives? How novel. Huo Feng gently shook his head, then cast his gaze upon Tang San.

He did not say anything. Instead, Xiao Wu looked proudly at Huo Feng beside her, then pointed at Tang San, who was staggering to his feet.

"Tang San is our underling."

Then she shifted her gaze to Huo Feng at her side.

"This is our boss."

"You beat up our underling. Can't the boss do something about it?"

"I..."

Tang San wanted to refute her words, but he had nothing to say.

More importantly, he did not dare to speak.

Huo Feng was the boss of Notting Academy, and Tang San had studied and lived at Notting Academy for six years.

In theory, Huo Feng really was his boss.

He had simply never acknowledged it.

"Interesting."

He beat up the underling, and the boss came out.

Dai Mubai had actually run into such a scenario.

Dai Mubai nodded with interest.

The Soul Power fluctuations surrounding this youth named Huo Feng were much stronger than Tang San's.

It seemed his strength should surpass Tang San's.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger. Level thirty-seven Battle Soul Grandmaster!"

"Damn it, there's more?"

Manager Wang, watching from not far away, nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.

Did they really have to do this?