Massacre

The Fatty felt a trace of unease.

He had never expected that Dai Yao would reach Level 20 in just three years.

Fortunately, he still had not obtained his Second Spirit Ring. Otherwise, the outcome of this duel would truly have been hard to predict.

The first yellow Spirit Ring lit up.

"First Spirit Skill, War Collision!"

After using Martial Soul Possession, his weight multiplied. Carrying an unstoppable momentum, he charged toward Dai Yao.

Every step he took shook the ground.

With a cruel smile, he intended to tear Dai Yao to pieces! Faced with the nearly tangible pressure rushing toward him, Dai Yao was instead somewhat delighted.

The efforts of these three years had finally borne fruit.

He had sat motionless beneath the waterfall for three years, resisting the endless water pressure.

He was like a nimble fish, swimming through the pressure released by the Fatty and avoiding all of it.

"Sure enough, three years of hard work weren't wasted."

Dai Yao thought happily.

He used Explosive Step and charged toward the Fatty like a streak of white lightning.

"Is he an idiot? He's a One-Ring Soul Master, yet he actually wants to clash head-on with a Soul Grandmaster?!" the onlooking Soul Masters thought.

"An insect trying to stop a carriage! These nobles really have no practical combat experience at all." A Commoner Soul Master looked at Dai Yao disdainfully and reached his conclusion.

"His Soul Power is decent, but his brain isn't working properly." Someone shook his head.

In their understanding, a One-Ring Soul Master was completely inferior to a Soul Grandmaster in both Soul Power and strength. Clashing head-on with a Soul Grandmaster was simply courting death.

The surprise caused by Dai Yao's Soul Power Level vanished without a trace, and the image of the weak and incompetent Dai Yao returned to their minds.

"As expected, he's just a good-for-nothing!"

Beneath the stage, Zhu Zhuyue stood beside Dai Yaming with a smile, eagerly anticipating the misery Dai Yao would suffer next.

But Dai Yaming sensed that something was unusual.

Dai Yao had never been reckless. Whether it was his six years of endurance in the Cold Palace or his three years of swallowing humiliation at the Academy, neither seemed like the behavior of someone like this.

"Why is he doing this?" he wondered. "Could it be that he has the ability to clash head-on with the Fatty?!"

He immediately stared at the battlefield in astonishment.

Seeing Dai Yao charging straight at him, the Fatty was delighted rather than alarmed.

"Heaven has a road, yet you refuse to take it; hell has no door, yet you insist on barging in. Since you've given up resisting, I'll definitely leave you with one breath."

In the Fatty's eyes, Dai Yao was simply offering himself up to be killed.

Dai Yao was completely unaffected by his words. Rage burned fiercely in his chest.

His Soul Power surged with the force of mountains and seas, pouring into his right hand. Then he let out an explosive roar: "Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Under the disdainful gazes of the crowd, the two figures rapidly closed the distance and collided, producing a thunderous boom.

The Fatty merely swayed in place before stabilizing himself, while Dai Yao was sent flying backward by the tremendous force. He took several steps before finally halting his retreat.

Seeing Dai Yao's disheveled state, the Fatty laughed arrogantly. "That's all you've got? You dare boast about repaying blood with blood? What shameless boasting!"

In the eyes of the spectators, there had been no surprise in the outcome of this clash. However, they were still astonished by the power of Dai Yao's strike.

No wonder he had dared to clash head-on with a Soul Grandmaster. It turned out he really had some skill.

"As expected, I can't gain any advantage by clashing head-on." Dai Yao thought silently. But the killing move of Eight Extremes Collapse wasn't the power it displayed on the surface.

It was Hidden Strength.

Just as the Fatty was gloating, an intense pain suddenly surged through his arm.

"It hurts!"

The Fatty's expression instantly twisted. Sweat poured down his face as he felt an incomparably domineering force rampaging through his body, leaving him unable to move.

Dai Yao, who had just steadied himself, revealed a cruel smile. This was the true power of his Eight Extremes Collapse.

He bent his knees slightly, pushed off with both feet, and used Explosive Step, charging toward the Fatty at a speed even faster than before.

He knew that opportunities vanished in an instant. His opponent had no understanding of Eight Extremes Collapse, which was why this rare opportunity had appeared.

Once the Fatty became familiar with it, such an opportunity would be hard to find again.

He grinned viciously. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before the Fatty, grabbed his injured arm, and, under the Fatty's terrified gaze, smashed his fist viciously into the Fatty's elbow.

A painful scream rang out. The cry was so shrill that every spectator felt a chill in their hearts.

The sudden turn of events plunged the entire arena into silence.

The Fatty's entire arm had been bent backward. He painfully clutched the trembling limb, terror in his eyes, and struggled to retreat.

With his arm broken, his strength had been drastically reduced. The intense pain continued to stimulate his nerves, and he knew that he was no longer Dai Yao's opponent.

But Dai Yao would not let him off so easily.

He approached the Fatty step by step, like the footsteps of a god of death.

As the Fatty watched Dai Yao draw closer, he suddenly understood Dai Yao's intentions. Zhu Zhuyue had wantonly toyed with Zhu Zhuqing earlier, and now Dai Yao intended to massacre him! He struggled, trying to admit defeat.

As long as the referee was present, he could leave the stage by admitting defeat.

But Dai Yao gave him no such chance.

Dai Yao's face was hideously twisted. Moving like lightning and carrying a fierce gust of wind, he slammed Eight Extremes Collapse into the Fatty's mouth, making it impossible for the Fatty to speak again.

One punch rendered the Fatty's face completely unrecognizable.

His vision filled with stars, teeth scattered across the ground, and his mouth was filled with blood. Only his intermittent breathing proved that he was still alive.

Dai Yao's fist was covered in blood, and the skin had been scraped away, exposing stark white bone.

It was clear how much force he had used in that punch.

"This punch is for my mother!" Dai Yao roared like a beast.

Over the past three years, the Fatty had not only insulted Dai Yao to provoke him into a duel, but had also insulted his mother. Dai Yao was not a block of wood. How could he do nothing while someone tarnished his mother's honor?

He had merely buried it in his heart. The fury accumulated over three years had all been transformed into that punch.

But he did not stop. He continued circulating his Soul Power and launched another Eight Extremes Collapse. With a whistling wind, the punch slammed viciously into the Fatty's face.

"This punch is for Zhu Qing."

The Fatty's head was driven into the ground, and cracks spread across the surrounding floor.

After that punch, the Fatty's face was already impossible to make out, while the wounds on Dai Yao's fist had grown even more severe.

But he still did not stop. He raised his fist high and brought it down viciously, delivering a third punch to the Fatty's face.

"This punch is for myself!"

The Fatty's entire head was buried in the ground, twitching from time to time.

Dai Yao gasped heavily before collapsing uncontrollably to his knees. After those three punches, he had already exhausted himself.

Three years of endurance and three years of fury had finally been released today.

The arena became utterly silent. The spectators stared blankly at the scene before them. They had witnessed a One-Ring Soul Master defeat a Soul Grandmaster head-on!

Dai Yao's three punches had not only struck the Fatty's face; they had also struck the hearts of everyone present, shattering the image of the weak and incompetent man in their minds.

Although Dai Yao had fallen to his knees, a figure resembling a demon god had appeared in the hearts of the spectators.

The first and second chapters will come a little later.

I don't know why, but I can't seem to write the climax with the effect it should have.