Tang San vs. Dai Mubai

Just then, a flash of purple glinted in Tang San's eyes as he seized a tiny opening in Dai Mubai's defense.

With ghostly footwork beneath him, his figure appeared strangely behind Dai Mubai. Both palms struck out at once, slamming heavily into Dai Mubai's shoulders.

At the critical moment, Dai Mubai remained calm. A wicked gleam flashed through his eyes as he exhaled sharply and shouted. Instead of retreating, he advanced, turning to counterattack at the same time. Though launched later, his fists arrived first, meeting Tang San's palms head-on.

But Tang San had been waiting for this move. He flipped his palms, and with a single guiding motion, a supple force suddenly emerged. Not only did it deflect Dai Mubai's attack, but it also brought both of Dai Mubai's arms into Tang San's grasp.

Seizing the chance, Tang San stepped forward and drove his shoulder viciously into Dai Mubai's chest.

With nowhere to dodge, Dai Mubai was sent flying backward in an instant with a muffled bang.

Even in midair, Dai Mubai reacted swiftly. He twisted at the waist, performed a backflip, and landed steadily on the ground.

Tang San could have pressed his advantage while Dai Mubai had yet to regain his footing, but he stopped with great composure instead and said calmly, "Do you still want to continue?"

A gleam flashed in Dai Mubai's wicked eyes, and the fighting spirit within them gradually intensified. "Of course I do. Although I already lost the match just now, I still want to have a proper fight with you. Otherwise, how could I possibly accept it?"

"Don't worry. No matter what happens in the rest of the match, this room is yours today."

Perhaps infected by Dai Mubai's fighting spirit, Tang San's eyes gradually brightened as well.

Their gazes met, and sparks of passion slowly ignited between them.

"White Tiger, possess me." A powerful layer of white light burst forth from Dai Mubai's body. In an instant, his body began to transform.

The muscles all over his body tightened and swelled. His golden hair instantly turned black and white, with white making up the overwhelming majority.

A faint king-character marking appeared on his forehead, flickering with an eerie light. Rather than diminishing his imposing aura, it made him seem even more tyrannically majestic.

His hands underwent an even greater change. Both arms became covered in white fur, while his palms grew more than twice their original size.

Sharp claws extended from all ten fingers, continuously retracting and extending. Every claw gleamed with a cold, chilling light.

At the same time, three bright rings rose beneath Dai Mubai's feet—two yellow and one purple. As the Spirit Rings revolved, surging Soul Power spread outward. At that moment, the very air in the hall seemed to grow heavy.

"Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!"

Xiao Wu cried out in alarm, hurriedly trying to step forward and fight alongside Tang San, but Tang San stopped her.

"It's fine. This is a battle between men. I can handle it." Tang San gave Xiao Wu a reassuring look, but when he turned back to face Dai Mubai, his expression became solemn.

A Three-Ring Spirit Master could be considered the second strongest opponent Tang San had ever encountered.

As for the strongest, that was the headmaster of Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy.

"Dai Mubai, White Tiger Martial Soul, Level 37 Battle Soul Venerable. Please enlighten me." A bright gleam flashed through Dai Mubai's wicked eyes as he forthrightly announced his Martial Soul and level.

Facing the pressure brought by Dai Mubai, Tang San did not dare to be careless. He raised one hand, and deep blue light gathered in his palm.

A slender clump of Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand.

The leaves of the Blue Silver Grass were covered in snake-like patterns. On closer inspection, fine little thorns could be seen along the edges of the leaves.

Two yellow Spirit Rings rose from beneath Tang San's feet, slowly pulsing along his body.

"Tang San, Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Level 29 Great Spirit Master. Please enlighten me."

"Your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass?" Dai Mubai stared at Tang San in astonishment. He had never expected someone so formidable to possess such a useless Martial Soul. It seemed he had misjudged him.

Yet Tang San looked entirely composed, showing no embarrassment over his Blue Silver Grass. "My teacher once said that there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters. What the Martial Soul is doesn't matter. What matters is the person using it."

"Well said. It seems I underestimated you. There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters. Then let me see what makes your Martial Soul different!"

Dai Mubai said no more. Martial Soul Possession consumed Soul Power, and with a flick of his hands, sharp claws sprang forth as he lunged at Tang San.

Tang San and Dai Mubai clashed again, while Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong watched with great interest.

"Brother Feng, you were right. They really are geniuses! One is Level 29, and the other is Level 37. I never expected Suotuo City to suddenly have so many geniuses." Ning Rongrong watched the two fighters in amazement.

Tang San in particular was clearly the same age as them, yet his level was already close to catching up with hers.

It was not that Ning Rongrong was arrogant—Tang San's performance was simply too dazzling.

After all, Ning Rongrong was the treasured jewel of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Not only did she possess top-tier cultivation talent, but she also had the best cultivation environment.

Only the combination of all those advantages had allowed Ning Rongrong to cultivate so quickly.

Yet the person before her was plainly dressed. Other than the belt around his waist being somewhat noteworthy, he looked no different from an ordinary person. And under such circumstances, he had reached nearly the same level as her. It was impossible not to be surprised.

"Hehe, Rongrong, they're not the only geniuses. Do you see that girl? Although she hasn't made a move yet, you can still tell that she's very strong." Ye Feng smiled and glanced in Xiao Wu's direction.

"Honestly, I knew your eyes couldn't behave. You're not allowed to look at her anymore." A woman's focus truly was different. Ye Feng was talking to her about strength, yet Ning Rongrong thought he was interested in the girl's beauty.

There was simply no reasoning with her.

"You little brat, what are you thinking about all day? Watch their fight properly." Ye Feng flicked Ning Rongrong on the head in annoyance, though a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

How could Ye Feng not know about Ning Rongrong's vague feelings for him? But having watched her grow from a little girl, Ning Rongrong was more like a younger sister to him. He did not feel that kind of romantic affection for her.

"Mm, you're bullying me again." Ning Rongrong covered her head theatrically, crying out in pain with an aggrieved expression.

Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong's arrival naturally drew everyone's attention, but no one had the time to care about them now.

Tang San and Dai Mubai had reached a critical point in their fight, while Xiao Wu was worried for Tang San's safety.

Over here, seeing that he could not defeat Tang San quickly, Dai Mubai finally used his Third Spirit Ring.

The purple ring suddenly blazed. Dai Mubai's wicked eyes turned blood-red, and at the same time, his body began to expand once more.

The clothes on his upper body instantly burst apart, revealing tightly knotted muscles. Strange black-and-white markings appeared across his exposed skin. If not for the lack of fur, it would have been no different from genuine tiger hide.