A Rare Existence

Suotuo City, Rose Hotel.

Dai Mubai threw a punch, reducing Ye Buqun to dust.

Hmm?

Hadn't he just boasted so boldly? One punch, and he was already defeated?

Even if he was weak, he couldn't be this ridiculously weak, could he?

How was that possible?

Suddenly, Dai Mubai's pupils constricted as he sensed something ominous.

He whipped around and saw "another" Ye Buqun smiling at him.

By then, the hotel guests and staff had all come out to watch the excitement, and they were greatly astonished by the sight.

Was that a soul skill? But they hadn't seen any soul rings or Martial Soul being released.

Of course, they couldn't see them. The moment Ye Buqun's second Martial Soul, the Concealment Mask, was activated, it could conceal everything—his soul rings, Martial Soul, soul bones, and even his aura.

The move Ye Buqun had used just now was naturally the Billion-Year Mirror Beast Martial Soul's First Soul Skill: Illusion Clone.

Unlike the Second Soul Skill: Shadow Clone, this clone was merely an illusion meant specifically to confuse the enemy. That was why Dai Mubai's punch had turned it into nothing but a mirage.

Ye Buqun had merely played a little joke on him.

"What trick are you playing, brat?!" Dai Mubai seemed to be trying to hide the shock in his heart by raising his voice.

Ye Buqun teased, "Didn't you want this room? Then let's see whether you have what it takes to claim it."

"Don't get cocky, brat. Don't wait until you're dead to regret it!"

After saying that, Dai Mubai's entire bearing abruptly changed.

"White Tiger, Possession!"

With a low cry, a somewhat dazzling silver-white light burst from his body and surged in every direction. At the same time, his muscles swelled by more than a full size, and the aura he released brought considerable pressure upon the ordinary people around him.

Not only that, white fur covered his body, streaked with black stripes. A bold character for "king" appeared on his forehead. His hands had become tiger claws, their sharp nails flashing with a cold gleam as they flexed.

At the same time, two yellow soul rings rose beneath his feet.

At this time, he was a level twenty-two Battle Soul Grandmaster.

"Young Master Dai is showing his strength. That kid is dead for sure."

"He brought it on himself by offending someone he shouldn't have. He should've asked around and paid his respects when he arrived."

The faces of those around them changed as they began discussing it.

Unlike them, Ye Buqun's expression did not change in the slightest.

Everyone assumed he was merely putting on a brave front.

Dai Mubai moved after his Martial Soul Possession. His sharp ten fingers tore through the air as he lunged straight at Ye Buqun's face.

Yet Ye Buqun stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had no intention of fighting at all. When Dai Mubai leaped at him, Ye Buqun's figure instantly vanished from where he stood, causing Dai Mubai to miss completely.

By the time everyone came to their senses, Ye Buqun was already standing in another corner of the hotel.

That was rather awkward.

Everyone knew that Young Master Dai was a famous soul master in this area, a Soul Grandmaster at that. With his near-top-tier Beast Martial Soul, even opponents several levels above him could hardly gain any advantage against him.

Where had this kid come from? How could he move so nimbly?

"So you don't actually have any skill, brat. All you can do is dodge?" Dai Mubai grew anxious and blurted it out in his agitation.

Ye Buqun looked at him as though he were a three-year-old child. "Fine. Tell me, then—what do you want me to do?"

"If you're a man, fight me properly in a fair duel!" Dai Mubai shouted, and even the surrounding air seemed to grow restless.

Ye Buqun said, "Fine, just as you say. Use every move you've got."

"Don't get too smug!"

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Aegis!"

Dai Mubai had almost run out of patience. The already intense silver-white light became even more dazzling, instantly forming a silver-white barrier around his body.

His First Soul Skill could not only increase his defense, but also greatly enhance his attack power.

Then, his second soul ring spun rapidly and brightened. The silver-white barrier gathered in his mouth before erupting toward his opponent.

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Violent Lightwave!"

Dai Mubai's battle intent and fury surged as the powerful lightwave came roaring toward Ye Buqun.

The skinny manager was so frightened that he hid beneath a table.

Ye Buqun merely smiled faintly. He extended the little finger of his left hand, stamped his foot against the ground, and charged directly into the lightwave.

It seemed as though an even greater power had gathered upon that little finger. It instantly smashed the lightwave into mist. Moreover, Ye Buqun's rushing figure did not pause in the slightest as his little finger tapped Dai Mubai on the chest.

"Ah!"

Dai Mubai let out a muffled groan. His chest felt as though it had been struck by a heavy blow, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing outside the hotel!

Everyone present was dumbfounded!

He had really defeated his opponent with just one little finger?!

That was Young Master Dai!

Looking at Ye Buqun again, his expression remained unchanged. He stood firmly where he was, his hands behind his back, before slowly walking out of the hotel.

Outside the hotel, Dai Mubai clutched his still-aching chest and struggled to get to his feet. Only then did he begin to understand that he and the youth before him were not on the same level at all.

"Y-you... who exactly are you? What level is your Soul Power?" Dai Mubai could not help asking.

It was not just him. Every witness present wanted to ask the same question.

Ye Buqun said nothing. With a thought, he possessed the replicated Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

In an instant, nine soul rings rose beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, and five black.

A stern sword intent surged madly in every direction.

Everyone there felt as though the air around them were turning into blades and swords, as if the slightest movement would cut them.

Dai Mubai's tiger eyes were wide open, his mouth hanging agape. For a long while, he could not force out a single word.

It was not that he did not want to speak. That overwhelming aura suppressed him so severely that even breathing seemed difficult.

A Title Douluo?!

What kind of joke was this?!

This was far more than simply not being on the same level—it was the difference between heaven and earth!

No wonder this youth had dared to boast that he could defeat him with a single little finger.

Looking at it now, Ye Buqun had still held back. Otherwise, Dai Mubai would surely have died here today.

In truth, the youth's strength far exceeded even what he imagined.

"M-Mubai failed to recognize your greatness. I did not know a Title Douluo had arrived. Please forgive my offense, Your Excellency."

Dai Mubai lowered his head and struggled to utter those words.

Title Douluo were exceedingly rare on the continent. Let alone Dai Mubai, even an entire kingdom's army would not dare provoke one lightly.

Because Ye Buqun had successfully completed the task of checking in at the Rose Hotel, he was rather magnanimous at this moment. He waved his hand. "Forget it. You can have this room. I think we'll meet again in the future."

After saying that, he vanished from the spot like a gust of wind—