Self-Created Soul Skill

"How are you going to defend this time? If you use White Tiger Body Barrier again, I'll only need to attack a few more times before you're out of Soul Power!" Dai Mubai sneered.

Dai Yao had no choice but to use White Tiger Body Barrier again to withstand Dai Mubai's assault.

The situation on the field was almost completely one-sided. Dai Mubai had Dai Yao thoroughly suppressed. Although Dai Yao was no weaker than Dai Mubai in strength or speed, the gap in actual combat experience was far too great. The rhythm of the fight was entirely under Dai Mubai's control, and Dai Yao was completely unable to organize any effective offense.

Right now, Dai Yao possessed nothing but brute force, yet he lacked the corresponding technique and could not fully bring out his own strength.

"Fourth Prince can't block Third Prince's attacks at all. He can only barely hold on with his First Spirit Skill. Once Fourth Prince exhausts his Soul Power, he'll definitely lose," someone calmly analyzed the situation on the field and made a judgment.

"I told you. There's a three-year age gap. How could it be that easy to defeat someone above you?"

"I have to say, Fourth Prince really is impressive. He only just obtained his Spirit Ring, yet he can already fight Third Prince back and forth," someone praised Dai Yao.

The spectators in the stands were all discussing it, believing that victory and defeat had already been decided. As long as time passed, Dai Yao was bound to lose.

Nothing could be read from the Empress's cold expression. She had come today to watch a clean, decisive victory: Dai Mubai easily crushing Dai Yao and trampling his dignity underfoot. The humiliation that woman had once inflicted on her—she would repay it a hundredfold upon her son! Yet not only had Dai Mubai failed to end the fight quickly, he had even been dragged into a bitter struggle. Even if he won, it would be an ugly victory, and the Empress's mood immediately soured.

However, Dai Mubai on the field did not feel relaxed in the slightest.

Although it looked as if Dai Yao was being beaten down by him, aside from the first two times when he had formed effective attacks, none of his later strikes had truly threatened Dai Yao.

Dai Yao had only used White Tiger Body Barrier those two times.

On the high platform, Fifth Elder watched the situation on the field, his gaze sharpening. "Although Dai Yao has no strength to counterattack, his footwork is no longer chaotic. It's gradually becoming orderly. That means he has already begun adapting to Dai Mubai's offense."

Once again, he was shocked by Dai Yao's talent. Then he thought regretfully, "It's just too late. After using your First Spirit Skill twice, how much Soul Power do you have left? At present, Third Prince hasn't used a single spirit skill, and what's more, he already has rank seventeen Soul Power, much higher than you. Once your Soul Power runs out and your Martial Soul Possession state ends, Third Prince will defeat you with ease."

Fifth Elder's hand, gripping his fiery-red beard, trembled slightly. In the end, his complicated feelings turned into a sigh.

Bishop Ferdinand, leaning back in his seat, had a calm expression, but inwardly he was overjoyed. "What a foolish White Tiger Family. A genius like this would already have the qualifications to be established as the Holy Son in my Spirit Hall, yet he's being destroyed by you stubborn fools. What a pity for Dai Yao!"

"Is this what a true genius is?" Dai Mubai could not help thinking. "To grow this quickly in such a short amount of time is simply unbelievable."

Dai Mubai's offense did not stop. His continuous attacks surged toward Dai Yao like a collapsing mountain and overturning sea.

Dai Yao no longer had time to think and was defending entirely by instinct. The twin wings behind him flapped constantly, not only increasing his speed but also adjusting his posture from time to time, allowing him to avoid Dai Mubai's lethal assaults. As for Eight Extremes Collapse and Explosive Step, under Dai Mubai's airtight barrage, he had no chance to use them at all.

The two of them remained locked in a stalemate.

Dai Mubai grew increasingly anxious, his breathing gradually turning hurried, and even his attacks became increasingly disordered. He knew his mother wanted him to humiliate Dai Yao viciously, but in the current situation, not only was he unable to teach Dai Yao a lesson, Dai Yao was actually becoming more and more at ease the longer they fought.

"No, this can't go on." Thinking of his mother's instructions, Dai Mubai was the first to change tactics.

After knocking Dai Yao back with one strike, his expression became savage, his eyes flickering nonstop. Then he stomped hard on the ground and drove both fists toward Dai Yao.

He had completely given up on defense. With an attitude of trading injury for injury, he wanted to deal Dai Yao a fatal blow.

The instant Dai Mubai changed tactics, Dai Yao also realized that an opportunity had come.

A sharp light burst in his eyes. This was now the moment that would decide victory or defeat.

If Dai Mubai was willing to trade injury for injury, why would he be afraid?

As the saying went, when rivals met on a narrow road, the brave would win.

If he did not even have the courage to face Dai Mubai head-on, how could he possibly have a chance at victory?

At this moment, he finally had the chance to use Eight Extremes Collapse. He had originally thought he could rely on Eight Extremes Collapse and Explosive Step to contend with Dai Mubai, but under Dai Mubai's palm after palm of unbroken attacks, he had actually had no chance to use them at all.

When Dai Yao poured Soul Power into both hands, currents of air suddenly blew across the performance stage, stirring the clothes of the spectators in the stands.

Dai Yao's right hand swelled up. Under Martial Soul Possession, his entire right hand looked like a piece of granite, hard and full of power. The air currents between heaven and earth were like a huge spiral, gathering onto Dai Yao's right hand.

"What exactly did Fourth Highness do?"

"What spirit skill is this?"

The spectators in the stands grew excited. They were all shocked by the scene before them. Fourth Prince was using an enormously powerful spirit skill.

Fifth Elder and Bishop Ferdinand both stood up and quickly leaned over the railing, as if they could see more clearly that way. Then the two of them looked at each other, and both saw the shock in the other's eyes.

"Self-Created Soul Skill?" Both of their voices trembled slightly.

Spirit skills, on the Douluo Continent, were divided into two types. One type was skills granted by Spirit Rings through hunting spirit beasts, or skills granted by Spirit Bones, while the other type was spirit skills one created oneself.

For most spirit masters, the spirit skills they possessed were obtained by hunting spirit beasts. Even for many experts who had reached the Titled Douluo level, their spirit skills still belonged to the first type.

As for Self-Created Soul Skills, they were extremely rare throughout the entire world.

Even the Clear Sky Sect, number one under heaven, only had the Chaotic Wind-Breaking Hammer Technique, while the White Tiger Family did not have even one. Those Douluo-level experts could be considered geniuses, right? Yet even they did not have Self-Created Soul Skills.

From that, one could imagine how difficult it was to obtain a Self-Created Soul Skill.

And now, what were they seeing?

A six-year-old child was using a Self-Created Soul Skill.

This had already overturned their understanding.

"My Spirit Hall is filled with talented people, yet not one genius can compare to you. How wonderful it would be if you belonged to my Spirit Hall." Bishop Ferdinand looked at Dai Yao with burning eyes, truly wishing that he was not a member of the Star Luo Imperial Family. That way, he could join Spirit Hall. Secretly lamenting the pity of it, he thought, "This child's potential is too great. Once he grows up, the threat he poses to my Spirit Hall will be too great. He must be strangled in the cradle." In his heart, he sentenced Dai Yao to death.