Dai Mubai licked his lips, a sinister gleam flashing in his eyes. He clenched his right fist and drove it straight at Tang San's chest. There were no flashy moves, just a pure, crushing punch.
Tang San's gaze sharpened. That punch looked rather powerful.
But instead of retreating, he closed in. His hands turned jade-colored as he met the fist whistling toward him.
With a muffled thud, both men shuddered. Dai Mubai staggered back two or three steps, while Tang San took one step back.
A hint of surprise surfaced in Dai Mubai's eyes. This seemingly unremarkable boy actually matched him in strength. Even without martial soul possession, the physical enhancement granted by his White Tiger Martial Soul was there. Even a Soul Grandmaster of his own level would have struggled to withstand that punch.
"You took a punch from me. That makes you worthy of being my opponent." Dai Mubai snorted coldly. Soul power erupted around him, his muscles suddenly swelling. His blond hair turned black and white, and an inky marking shaped like the character for "king" appeared on his forehead.
With his martial soul enhancing him, his strength and speed rose another notch. Dai Mubai blurred forward, pouncing on Tang San with vicious, whistling claws.
Tang San's footwork was elusive. Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he slipped like a phantom between the flashing claws. Mysterious Jade Hand, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, and the deft leverage of four ounces moving a thousand pounds together bridged the gap in strength.
They exchanged more than a dozen moves, their fists and claws stirring clouds of dust from the ground. They were actually evenly matched.
This guy... where on earth did he come from? The longer Dai Mubai fought, the more alarmed he became.
After another head-on clash, they separated, putting