Dai Mubai

Dai Mubai's Soul Power was like a surging flood—turbulent, fierce, and overwhelming, as if it would destroy everything.

Ye Liuyun's Soul Power was like a mountain too high to see the summit of, like an ocean too deep to reach the bottom of. Its end could not be touched at all.

No matter how fiercely a flood churned, before the ocean, it could only be swallowed and suppressed; before a mountain, it could only obediently make way.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped across his forehead.

He felt his Soul Power being forced back into his body bit by bit. The stifling sensation made him feel as though he might cough up blood.

He was utterly shocked.

This level of Soul Power... could his rank be even higher than mine?!

Level thirty-eight? Or thirty-nine?!

How is that possible! He looks no older than twelve or thirteen!

Neither of them had summoned their Martial Spirit. This was purely a contest of Soul Power foundations.

Yet such a silent confrontation was often more dangerous than a real fight. The loser would suffer internal injuries outright, and in severe cases, even damage their very foundation.

Crack.

The floor tiles beneath Dai Mubai's feet shattered completely. His legs trembled slightly, clearly nearing their limit.

Meanwhile, Ye Liuyun still had one hand in his pocket, his expression indifferent.

His pale golden Soul Power remained at an intense level, erupting endlessly.

It suppressed Dai Mubai so completely that he could not even raise an arm.

Anyone with eyes could tell at a glance who stood above the other.

"Wow! Brother Liuyun is so handsome!"

Xiao Wu's eyes sparkled as she watched from the side, her hands clasped over her chest and her face full of admiration.

It had been the same back then. Faced with the siege of a group from advanced academies, he had suppressed the entire scene the moment he stepped forward.

She had known it. This grass might usually be a little lazy, but when it mattered, he was truly formidable!

She absolutely had to make him her little brother. If that did not work, she could just acknowledge him as her big brother.

The moment Tang San saw this, the vinegar jar in his heart overturned.

He had stolen all the spotlight!

No, I have to show what I can do too!

"Stop!"

Tang San took a step forward and stood in front of Xiao Wu. With a sweep of his right hand, his dark blue Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit was instantly released.

Two yellow Spirit Rings—the optimal configuration—pulsed beneath his feet.

"If you want to bully my friend, you'll have to get through me first!"

Tang San's gaze was bright. Although his level twenty-nine Soul Power was inferior to Dai Mubai's and Ye Liuyun's,

the imposing air of his Tang Sect secret arts, combined with the pressure of his Purple Demon Eye, made him quite impressive.

If he could use Hidden Weapons without restraint, he was confident that he could kill either Dai Mubai or Ye Liuyun.

Not to mention that he had a second Martial Spirit.

Sensing a third presence entering the fray, Dai Mubai seized the opportunity to give a fierce shake, breaking free from Ye Liuyun's suppression and retreating several steps.

He took a breath, looking uncertainly at Ye Liuyun before glancing at Tang San, who had suddenly appeared beside him.

"Level twenty-nine?"

Dai Mubai glanced at Tang San's Spirit Rings, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Such a young Soul Grandmaster was indeed rare.

But...

When his gaze fell upon the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, his surprise froze instantly, then turned into an extraordinarily ridiculous expression.

"Pfft..."

Dai Mubai could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

It was a mockery from the bottom of his heart, brimming with superiority.

"Hahahaha! Blue Silver Grass?"

"So after all that, it's a useless Martial Spirit?"

Tang San refused to accept this. Pointing at Ye Liuyun, he said to Dai Mubai,

"His Martial Spirit is Blue Silver Grass too, yet he can still contend with you. Don't be so arrogant."

Dai Mubai pointed at Tang San, then at Ye Liuyun. The wariness in his eyes instantly faded by more than half, replaced by the arrogance of one who possessed a top-tier Martial Spirit.

"I thought you were some peerless geniuses. You gave me quite a scare."

"So you're just two blades of grass."

"What are you laughing at?!"

Tang San's face darkened as he felt deeply humiliated.

"What's wrong with Blue Silver Grass? There are no useless Martial Spirits, only useless Spirit Masters!"

Yet to Dai Mubai, those words sounded more like a joke.

Dai Mubai shook his head, his Evil Eyes filled with disdain.

"Brother, you've got one thing wrong."

"Having high Soul Power doesn't mean you're strong in battle."

"I don't know how you cultivated, but with the trash quality of Blue Silver Grass, even if you cultivated it to Title Douluo, it would still be nothing more than weeds that could be burned clean with a single fire."

"And I am the White Tiger! A top-tier beast Martial Spirit!"

"If we really fought, once I activated my White Tiger Vajra Transformation, you two blades of grass wouldn't even be worthy of scratching my itch."

At this point, Dai Mubai had completely lost interest in fighting.

Fight two useless Martial Spirits?

If he won, it would be beneath him. If he lost, it would be even more humiliating.

"Forget it. This is boring."

Dai Mubai waved his hand, pulling the pair of twin sisters back into his arms and resuming his lazy, rakish demeanor.

"Seeing as your Soul Power is decent enough, I'll let it go this time."

"Still, judging by your age and Soul Power, you're heading to Shrek Academy to register, right?"

Dai Mubai gave the three of them a meaningful look, his gaze finally stopping on Ye Liuyun.

"Kid, you've trained your Soul Power well. What a pity—you were born wrong and awakened a useless Martial Spirit."

"If you can't get by at the academy in the future, come find Young Master Dai. I can look after you."

"Manager, put the damage here and their lodging fees all on my tab."

With that, Dai Mubai laughed loudly and turned away with the beauties, leaving behind only an arrogant silhouette.

"Bastard!"

Tang San clenched his fists in rage, murderous intent nearly spilling from his eyes as he roared inwardly.

How dare he humiliate my Martial Spirit like that!

If I weren't hiding my strength, I would have taught you a lesson with Hidden Weapons just now!

Outside the Rose Hotel.

The night air was slightly cool.

Dai Mubai had his arms around the twin sisters. His steps looked unhurried, but they were actually somewhat hurried.

Only after turning two street corners and making sure those three brats could no longer see him did his arrogant expression instantly collapse.

"Hiss—"

He released the beauties from his embrace, sucked in a cold breath, and clutched his right arm.

The muscles there were still spasming violently beyond his control, while even his bones ached faintly.

Dai Mubai rubbed his shoulder, his eyes filled with shock and lingering fear as he muttered inwardly.

Damn it! Is that kid a monster?

We both went all out, yet that Soul Power... it was like an ocean, unfathomably deep.

If we had remained deadlocked any longer, I really might have made a fool of myself.

The two blonde beauties beside him asked with concern.

"Young Master Dai, are you all right?"

Dai Mubai gave an unconcerned smile and immediately found himself a perfect excuse.

Hmph. But no matter what, Blue Silver Grass is still a useless Martial Spirit. His Soul Power is just inflated, that's all.

In real combat, a useless Martial Spirit without any offensive power wouldn't even withstand a single White Tiger Intense Light Wave from me.

This young master simply didn't want to argue with children. I was giving Shrek Academy some face.

After consoling himself, Dai Mubai felt much better and wrapped his arms around the beauties again.

"It's nothing. Come on, darlings. Tonight, I'll show you this young master's true 'strength.'"