Dai Mubai's Imperial Demeanor! A World of Difference by Comparison!

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

It sounded like a heavy hammer striking worn leather, or perhaps a watermelon exploding against a stone.

The Nether Wolf, still mid-air, didn't even have time to let out a whimper.

Under that single punch, its skull caved in instantly.

The immense impact force surged through its entire body in a heartbeat.

The Nether Wolf's forward momentum was halted as if it had slammed into an invisible iron wall, sending it flying backward even faster than it had lunged.

Crash.

It snapped two trees as thick as bowls before landing heavily in a thicket over a dozen meters away.

Its limbs twitched twice.

Then, it went completely still.

Blood mixed with brain matter began to ooze slowly from its seven orifices.

Killed in one blow.

An instant kill.

A true instant kill.

No use of a Martial Soul, no use of Spirit Power, relying solely on pure physical strength.

One punch to obliterate a century-level Nether Wolf.

Silence.

A deathly, suffocating silence.

Whether in the Black World or the White World, everyone stood with their mouths agape, staring at the scene in stunned disbelief.

The rustling of leaves in the wind sounded jarringly loud in that moment.

Black World, Shrek Academy.

The mocking expression on the face of Yu Xiaogang had yet to fade, remaining frozen in a way that looked utterly ridiculous.

His finger, still pointing at the Sky Screen, trembled slightly.

His mouth hung half-open, and a wheezing sound escaped his throat, but he couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Just moments ago, he had been swearing that without the guidance of a master and an understanding of theory, death was inevitable.

And yet?

The boy hadn't even bothered to summon his Martial Soul before crushing the Spirit Beast with a single punch.

The slap to his face was loud and stinging.

The surrounding students and teachers looked at Yu Xiaogang with changed expressions.

It was a look of suspicion.

A deep questioning of the authority of this so-called "Grandmaster."

Tang San, in particular, furrowed his brows tightly.

His Purple Demon Eye had been active the entire time, and he had seen it clearly.

That punch had involved no technique whatsoever.

It was pure strength, pure speed.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

But that was exactly what made it terrifying.

A six-year-old child, who hadn't even absorbed a Spirit Ring—how could his physical strength reach such a level?

It wasn't scientific.

It completely defied the common sense of the Spirit Master world.

"T-Teacher..."

Tang San couldn't help but ask:

"W-what is going on?"

"To kill a century-level Spirit Beast with one punch without using Spirit Power, this..."

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed to the color of a pig's liver.

He took a few deep breaths, desperately trying to steady his crumbling reputation.

"T-this Nether Wolf must have been injured!"

"Yes! That must be it!"

"Or perhaps it was old and frail, already on the verge of death!"

"Otherwise, a six-year-old child could never possess such power!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted loudly, attempting to use this pale explanation to convince the crowd, and to convince himself.

"That kind of explosive force—even a Power Attack Soul Grand Master might not be able to achieve it!"

"Cheating! This must be a fabrication created by the Sky Screen just to grab attention!"

However.

This time, no one echoed his sentiments.

Everyone was not blind.

When that Nether Wolf was hunting Zhu Zhuqing just a moment ago, it had been full of vigor and incredibly ferocious.

Where was there any sign of it being injured?

In the crowd, someone let out a scoff.

"Give it a rest, Master."

"Is it really that hard to admit that someone else is strong?"

"That person has a unique gift, a natural-born divine strength."

"Your theories can only restrict ordinary people like us; when applied to a peerless genius like that, they are nothing but a joke."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

"Exactly, who was it that called him a fool just a moment ago?"

"And claimed he would explode and die? Looking at his physical constitution, let alone a thousand years, even two thousand years might not be enough to make him explode."

"It's truly laughable. Just because you can't do it, you assume others can't either."

"This is the gap in perspective."

Listening to these harsh discussions, Yu Xiaogang's face turned from green to white.

He wanted to retort.

But he could find no reason.

Facts speak louder than words.

The figure on the Sky Screen was like a towering mountain, pressing heavily upon his heart, causing a massive crack to appear in the theoretical system he took such pride in.

In the corner.

Dai Mubai of the Black World slumped completely.

He stared blankly at the Sky Screen.

The image of that punch replayed continuously in his mind.

That kind of power...

That kind of dominance...

Was that really himself at six years old?

Why?

Why was the gap between the two worlds so vast?

That Dai Mubai did not need to rely on anyone, did not need to run away, and with just a single punch, he resolved the nightmare of his own youth.

And what about himself?

He only knew how to be jealous here, how to curse here.

"Trash..."

His lips moved, emitting a self-deprecating sound.

He did not know if he was cursing the version of himself in that world, or the version of himself right now.

Zhu Zhuqing stood not far away, her gaze complex to the extreme.

She looked at the heroic, spirited youth on the Sky Screen, then looked at Dai Mubai, who was like a pile of mud over here.

The disappointment in her heart turned into complete despair at this moment.

So.

She was not destined to be abandoned.

In another world, there was someone willing to stand in front of a fierce beast for her.

Someone possessed enough power to protect her.

Instead of being like this coward here, who only knew how to shift the blame onto fate and onto the family.

White World, Heaven Dou City Imperial Palace.

"Wow!"

Xiao Wu widened her eyes, her two rabbit ears standing perfectly straight.

She grabbed the arm of Zhu Zhuqing beside her, shaking it excitedly.

"Zhuqing, Zhuqing! Look, look!"

"So cool!"

"One punch! Just one punch!"

"That was a Nether Wolf; even if it isn't particularly strong, for a six-year-old child, it's practically a nightmare."

"He didn't even need to use his martial soul!"

As she spoke, Xiao Wu gestured with a few punching motions.

"So satisfying!"

"That is the true demeanor of a powerhouse!"

Zhu Zhuqing felt a bit dizzy from being shaken by Xiao Wu, but a happy smile bloomed on her face.

It was a sweetness that came from the bottom of her heart.

She looked at the Sky Screen, her eyes so gentle they seemed ready to melt.

That memory was the most precious treasure of her entire life.

It was that very punch that had shattered her closed-off heart.

And it was that very punch that made her certain of one thing.

This man.

Is worth following for the rest of her life.

Nearby, Ning Rongrong also wore a lovestruck expression.

"Although Boss Dai is usually quite serious, this scene of a hero saving a beauty really hits the spot."

"If I had been there at the time, I definitely would have fallen for him too."

"Zhuqing, you're so lucky to have met Boss Dai when you were so young."

"Unlike me, I had to wait several more years."

Qian Renxue sat not far away, and although she maintained the dignity of a crown prince on the surface, the brilliance in her eyes could not be hidden.

She prided herself on having peerless talent, with an innate full soul power of level twenty.

But at six years old, if she didn't use her martial soul and relied purely on physical strength, she doubted she could reach the level Dai Mubai had shown.