Battle of Fate

"I had waited far too long for this day."

Dai Mubai murmured, his lowered hands clenched tightly into fists. The fighting spirit in his twin pupils seemed almost tangible, golden flames flickering within his eyes.

In terms of talent, although he was somewhat inferior to certain people at his own academy, Dai Mubai believed he was no worse than Dai Weisi. As a qualified heir to the family, other aspects might not matter much, but strength was undoubtedly the highest priority.

By all rights, Dai Mubai should never have been inferior to Dai Weisi in this regard—but that was only if they stood on equal footing. In truth, neither Dai Weisi nor Zhu Zhuyun possessed talent superior to that of their younger brother and sister. Yet they had an innate advantage that left Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing helpless: they were four or five years older.

Though there was a difference in talent, it was certainly not great enough to make up for five years.

Thus, after falling into despair back then, Dai Mubai had come alone to Heaven Dou. At the time, he had not lacked the thought of hiding away in Heaven Dou and living out a wretched existence if he failed the competition.

But with the arrival of Tang San and the others, the Master's guidance, and Zhu Zhuqing's encouragement, Dai Mubai suddenly realized that the gulf between himself and Dai Weisi, which had once seemed insurmountable to him, no longer existed.

Zhu Zhuqing's encouragement rekindled his fighting spirit, the Master's guidance allowed him to grow rapidly, and the Immortal Herbs Tang San brought had directly bridged the gap in time. This time, Zhao Xuan had even told him that his strength had already caught up to Dai Weisi's.

"This time, I have to win! For Zhuqing,