Dai Mubai Has a Breakdown!

The scene shifted.

It was no longer that nauseating Imperial Garden, nor the perilous Soul Hunting Ground.

Instead, it was a secluded royal Martial Arts Arena.

The morning sunlight spilled across the bluestone floor.

A little boy of only five years old was sitting cross-legged atop a massive slab of bluestone.

That was the young White World Dai Mubai.

But he was not playing like an ordinary child, nor was he bullying palace maids like that Dai Mubai from the Black World.

His eyes were closed, his breathing long and powerful.

Faint currents of air were actually surging around his body.

As this scene appeared.

The people of both the Black and White Worlds, who had been cursing just a moment ago, fell instantly silent.

"This..."

"What is he doing?"

"Cultivating? Starting to cultivate at five years old?"

"That's not right, he hasn't even awakened his Martial Soul yet, how could there be soul power fluctuations?"

Countless people widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

Immediately after, the little Dai Mubai in the scene moved.

He snapped his eyes open, and those golden pupils held not a trace of childish immaturity, but instead revealed a depth that seemed to see through all falsehoods.

He leaped down from the bluestone.

Though his frame was small, his movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest hesitation.

He set his stance.

Threw a punch.

Retracted his fist.

Threw another punch.

The movements looked plain and unremarkable, even somewhat monotonous.

Black World.

Dai Mubai, who had just been immersed in shame, suddenly raised his head, staring fixedly at the Sky Screen.

Seeing this, a spark of something called "jealousy" ignited within his otherwise desperate heart.

"Playing tricks!"

He gritted his teeth, squeezing these words through the gaps.

"Five years old? Creating his own cultivation technique?"

"It's absolutely preposterous!"

"Even a Title Douluo wouldn't dare boast about creating a technique; what right does a brat who hasn't even awakened his Martial Soul have?"

He refused to accept it.

Why is it that we are both Dai Mubai, yet you can be so outstanding?

I don't believe it!

It must be fake!

This is definitely just for show!

Tang San also narrowed his eyes at this moment, his Purple Demon Eye subconsciously activating as he tried to see through the reality of the child in the scene.

"Strange..."

Tang San's brows were tightly locked.

"Although his movements are simple, every punch seems to align with some profound principle of heaven and earth."

"How could this possibly be something a five-year-old child could achieve?"

He himself had lived two lives, having transmigrated with the secret arts of the Tang Sect.

Yet even he, at the age of five, had only been cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill step by step, never having thought to improve it, let alone create his own.

The scene on the Sky Screen continued.

Little Dai Mubai threw his punches over and over again.

Sweat soaked through his clothes.

But he did not stop for even a moment.

He was thinking.

In the footage, one could even see him occasionally pause, knitting his small brows, muttering to himself as if he were deducing something incredibly profound.

"No, the force is too scattered."

"Using strength like this, I'd hurt myself as much as I hurt the enemy."

"I need to twist all the power in my body into a single rope, combining point and surface..."

Although they could not hear his voice, through the subtitles, everyone could understand what he was thinking.

The people of the Black World were all stunned.

Is this kid really five years old?

If this is what a five-year-old is like, then have they all lived their lives in vain?

Yu Xiaogang was no longer covering his crotch; his dead-fish eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"This... this theory..."

"This technique for exerting force..."

"Unheard of, unseen!"

"Could it be that this Dai Mubai from the White World is a monster who started cultivating while still in his mother's womb?"

As time passed.

The movements of young Dai Mubai in the footage became slower and slower.

Yet, the sound of the wind whipped up by each punch grew louder and louder.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

That was the sound of fists tearing through the air.

Finally.

Young Dai Mubai stopped.

He stood before a boulder that was a full two meters tall.

This boulder was used by the royal guards to test their strength; it was incredibly hard, and even a Soul Grand Master of over level ten might not be able to shatter it easily.

Young Dai Mubai took a deep breath.

His body crouched slightly, his spine arching like a great dragon.

His right fist was pulled back to his waist.

At this moment.

Everyone's breathing stopped.

Even through the screen, they could feel a terrifying power accumulating within that tiny body.

"Open!"

Young Dai Mubai let out a sharp shout.

His right fist shot out like a cannonball leaving the chamber.

There were no flashy light effects.

There was no augmentation from soul power.

It was pure physical strength.

It was the ultimate technique.

Boom!

The moment his fist made contact with the boulder.

A dull, thunderous roar exploded.

Under the gaze of countless eyes across two worlds.

That incredibly hard boulder did not shatter into pieces.

Instead...

In an instant, it turned into a sky full of fine powder!

That's right.

It was powder!

Not fragments!

The penetrating force contained within that punch had completely destroyed the internal structure of the boulder.

As the wind blew.

Stone powder drifted down in a flurry, like a gray fog descending.

Young Dai Mubai retracted his fist and stood still, his face devoid of much joy as he simply exhaled a breath of stale air:

"Barely counts as an entry-level mastery."

"The first form of Fist Strikes the Void, Rock Shatter, is finally completed."

Black World.

A deathly silence reigned.

It was even quieter than when Dai Mubai had abandoned Zhu Zhuqing just moments ago.

If that was a collapse of morality, then this was a collapse of their worldview.

Everyone stood frozen on the spot as if struck by lightning, their minds completely blank.

One punch?

And it turned such a large rock into powder?

Is this something a five-year-old child who hasn't even awakened his martial soul should be able to do?

What is the point of a martial soul then?

What is the point of a soul ring?

With just this one punch, he could probably beat a group of Soul Grand Masters to death!

"Is... is this fake?"

Ma Hongjun stammered, breaking the silence, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets:

"Is that even human?"

"Even Teacher Zhao, without using his martial soul, might not be able to pulverize a rock like that, right?"

Oscar swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry:

"This Boss Dai from the White World... is a monster, right?"

"A true monster."

In the center of the crowd.

Dai Mubai stood completely stiff.

The sliver of luck and the shred of jealousy he had been harboring were blasted to pieces in the face of this punch.

He looked at his younger self in the projection.

He watched the stone powder dancing across the sky.

At this moment.

What he felt was not anger, nor jealousy.

It was a profound sense of powerlessness.

A feeling of despair, like an ant looking up at a dragon.

"Heh..."

Dai Mubai let out a bitter laugh, his body collapsing backward until he landed hard on the ground.

His eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself:

"Five years old... self-created technique..."

"Pulverizing rock with one punch..."

"Fine, fine, fine, so that's how you want to play, is it?"

"We aren't even creatures of the same dimension..."

"I surrender."

Two trails of tears slid from the corners of his eyes, carrying endless bitterness.

"I beg you... just end it already."