The Gap

Seeing Dai Yao draw back his fist and gather his strength, Dai Mubai felt a little surprised. Though he looked down on Dai Yao, he was never careless when it came to battle. In his assessment, he could defeat Dai Yao without even activating his spirit.

After all, the First Spirit Skill of the White Tiger Spirit was always White Tiger Body Barrier, merely a defensive spirit skill.

Dai Yao pushed off the ground with one foot and charged toward Dai Mubai in great strides. In everyone's eyes, this was an ant trying to shake an elephant!

"Come on, then." Under such circumstances, not only was Dai Yao unafraid, he even had the courage to meet him head-on. This made a trace of admiration for Dai Yao rise in Dai Mubai's heart.

He liked fighting, and what he hated most were cowards who did not dare fight.

The two sides drew closer and closer, and the large and small fists collided fiercely. A cry of surprise rang out from the spectators in the stands! Thud—

Both of them felt as if struck by lightning. Pain twisted their faces as they were sent flying backward.

Dai Mubai retreated one step, while Dai Yao only stopped his momentum after four steps.

Dai Mubai looked at Dai Yao in disbelief. In the collision of their fists, he had felt the force contained in the other party's fist—it was already almost no different from his own.

He's only six years old, yet in terms of strength he can already contend with me. When he reaches my age, just how terrifying will his strength be? Dai Mubai thought in shock.

The other party could be considered his opponent. At this moment, Dai Mubai put away all his contempt. He had originally thought this duel was just a formality, that he could easily defeat Dai Yao and then marry Zhu Zhuqing.

He had never expected Dai Yao to give him a surprise right from the start.

"Tsk, tsk. The Fourth Prince is quite impressive. His physical strength is already on par with the Third Prince," Bishop Ferdinand said with a smiling squint as he watched the two in the arena.

Hearing the bishop's words, the Empress no longer had her initial ease. Her expression turned cold and stern as she watched the two in the arena in silence.

Dai Mubai withdrew his attacking stance and, amid the crowd's discussions, returned to one side of the Martial Arts Stage.

He shook out his still-aching right arm and rolled his neck, his bones crackling. A solemn look appeared on his fierce, resolute face as he cupped his hands toward Dai Yao and said, "Dai Mubai, seventeen years old, Power Attack System Battle Soul Master. Please instruct me."

In other matters, he might have been unrestrained and unruly, but when it came to battle, he had always been meticulous.

Respecting one's opponent was respecting oneself.

Dai Yao's arm also hurt badly, but his right hand had been injured many times from using Eight Extremes Collapse and had already built up a certain resistance. After a brief rest, it had more or less recovered.

He cupped his hands with both fists, blazing fighting intent surging in his eyes. "Dai Yao, rank eleven Battle Soul Master. Please instruct me!"

Two beams of white light surged out from their bodies. Within the white light, two fierce and tyrannical auras bloomed at the same time.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

The spectators in the stands cried out in surprise. This was especially true for the Dai Family's descendants. They felt the White Tiger Spirit even more deeply, and that fear from the depths of their souls was like a heavy hammer striking their hearts.

Yet what shocked them most was the pair of white wings behind Dai Yao. Everyone began discussing it animatedly, endless enthusiasm rising toward Dai Yao's spirit.

At the very start of the match, Dai Yao had activated the second form of his spirit, showing just how seriously he took this match. He could not allow himself to lose this fight. For victory, he would give everything he had.

"What spirit is that?" Bishop Ferdinand no longer looked lazy. His small eyes opened as wide as they could as he asked in astonishment.

"Sacred White Tiger Spirit. Dai Yao named it himself," the Fifth Elder answered coldly.

Bishop Ferdinand suppressed the shock in his heart. He had never heard of this kind of spirit before, and the strength of the spirit was even more astonishing. Perhaps only the Angel Spirit inherited in Worship Hall could compare to it.

This child absolutely cannot be left alive! This thought instantly arose in the bishop's mind. If Dai Yao grew up, he would pose far too great a threat to Spirit Hall. But when he thought of the Star Luo imperial family's traditions, he relaxed again. No matter how powerful his spirit is, it's only potential. Can he compare to the First Prince, who is already a Soul Elder? The losers in the struggle for the throne have no chance of surviving.

It's just a pity about such a powerful spirit.

Two figures appeared, equally mighty and tyrannical, their fierce gazes fixed tightly on each other.

"I have to admit, you're a genius. At the same age, I definitely wouldn't have been your match. But today, I have a reason I must defeat you," Dai Mubai said with some emotion.

"What a coincidence. I also have to defeat you," Dai Yao said with a smile.

Both sides had a yellow Spirit Ring. When Dai Mubai entered Martial Soul Possession, Dai Yao clearly felt a wave of pressure rush at him head-on, and even the circulation of his Soul Power became somewhat sluggish.

"Then I'll let you see that the gap between us isn't limited to Soul Power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Mubai moved. His pair of hands were like tiger claws, heavy and powerful as they chopped toward Dai Yao.

So fast! As the fierce wind swept toward him, Dai Yao's first feeling was speed. He had not expected a Power Attack System Soul Master to be this fast.

He could only barely cross his hands and take a defensive posture. Yet what he had not expected was that this seemingly incomparably powerful palm felt soft and weak when it struck his hands.

"You fell for it." That palm had merely been Dai Mubai's feint. The true attack was his other hand.

From beneath Dai Yao's armpit, an iron fist shot straight toward his ribs. If this punch landed solidly on Dai Yao, he would immediately lose the ability to fight.

Not good! Dai Yao roared inwardly.

The first Spirit Ring lit up.

"White Tiger Body Barrier."

A white shield enveloped Dai Yao. Dai Mubai's fist struck the shield, producing the muffled sound of a morning bell.

The Body Barrier did not shatter, but the consumption of Soul Power was enormous. Taking this chance, Dai Yao hurriedly retreated. From just this brief exchange, he had already felt the gap between their actual combat experience.

Yet the one even more shocked was Dai Mubai. Dai Yao had already brought him far too many surprises.

He had originally planned to defeat Dai Yao cleanly and decisively. With a diversionary attack, he had been on the verge of succeeding, but he had not expected Dai Yao to release his spirit skill so quickly.

In that split second, Dai Yao had completely blocked his attack.

Why can someone who only just obtained his Spirit Ring release his spirit skill so proficiently? Could he really be a genius? These thoughts flashed through Dai Mubai's mind as he observed Dai Yao's stance, planning his next rounds of attack.

"White Tiger Body Barrier must consume no small amount of your Soul Power. I'd like to see how many times your rank eleven Soul Power can use a spirit skill."

Before Dai Yao could steady himself, Dai Mubai charged straight at him again.

Is this attack another feint? The thought flashed through Dai Yao's mind, but that moment of hesitation was all Dai Mubai needed to reach him.

He hurriedly raised his guard. A powerful force slammed into his arms, but he successfully blocked Dai Mubai's attack.

Yet at his ribs, Dai Mubai struck again with the same move.

What Dai Yao hadn't expected was that this time, it was a feint.

His judgment was wrong, and Dai Yao left himself wide open.