White Emperor of Heaven, Terrifying Talent, Star Luo Emperor Overjoyed!

On the viewing platform.

The Star Luo Emperor stood up abruptly.

He looked at his son standing in the center of the arena, sharp as an unsheathed sword, the disappointment in his eyes long since vanished.

Replacing it was profound shock, along with a trace of wild joy that he could not conceal.

"Good!"

"A fine 'the best defense is a good offense'!"

"Worthy of being of my Dai family bloodline!"

"This domineering spirit, this indomitable momentum—this is what it takes to be the emperor of my Star Luo!"

Black World.

The Star Luo Square was similarly plunged into a deathly silence.

But in this silence, there was no joy, only an endless sense of existential doubt.

Everyone's gaze turned involuntarily toward two people.

One was the Black Dai Mubai, who had fainted and was currently being revived by having his philtrum pinched.

The other was Yu Xiaogang, who had been confidently analyzing the theory just moments ago.

Yu Xiaogang's face had turned the color of liver.

His lips trembled, and he pointed a finger at the Sky Screen, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"This... this is impossible..."

"This is unscientific..."

"Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear... how could that kind of Spirit Beast be absorbed as a first spirit ring?"

"The body wouldn't be able to withstand it... theoretically, it's impossible..."

"And... I calculated the defensive power of the White Tiger Protection Barrier; how could it be shattered in a single blow..."

His "Ten Core Competencies" seemed to have turned into "Ten Core Jokes" at this moment.

The more certain he had sounded earlier, the harder his face was being slapped now.

Tang San stood to the side, also looking bewildered.

Watching his teacher in such a dejected state, a trace of doubt stirred in his heart for the first time.

Was his teacher's theory...

Truly flawless?

Why was the Dai Mubai of that world completely ignoring the rules, yet able to be this powerful?

The Star Luo Imperial City of the White World was in a complete uproar.

That declaration, "the best defense is a good offense," rang like a thunderclap in the ears of every Star Luo citizen.

In the streets, alleys, taverns, and teahouses, people raised their glasses in celebration.

"This is our Second Prince! This is the king we should follow!"

"That so-called master of theory, saying defense is the only way—what a load of crap! Look at the Second Prince's claw; what defense can't it break?"

"So satisfying! This is the true domineering spirit a White Tiger Martial Soul should have, unlike that trash in the Black World next door; just looking at him is pathetic!"

Inside the Imperial Garden of the palace.

The atmosphere, which had been slightly tense, had long since dissipated.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on a stone bench, her beautiful eyes fixed on the high-spirited youth in the Sky Screen, her gaze filled with admiration and love.

She turned to look at the White World Dai Mubai beside her, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Mubai, that claw was so cool."

"You've slapped the face of the Dai Weisi from that other world until it's swollen."

Xiao Wu jumped up in excitement, crunching loudly on the carrot in her hand.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"That so-called Master was bragging so much earlier, why isn't he talking now?"

"And that Black World Dai Mubai, what kind of skill is fainting? If I ever run into him, I'll definitely give him an Eight-Stage Throw and show him why the flowers are so red!"

Qian Renxue elegantly lifted her teacup and took a light sip, her gaze shifting with a hint of arrogance.

"Two worlds, though the same person, the gap is truly greater than the difference between clouds and mud."

"That Black World Dai Mubai, besides running away and making excuses, what else can he do?"

"Does such trash even deserve to be called Dai Mubai?"

Having said this, Qian Renxue looked at her lover beside her, her eyes softening.

"Fortunately, our Mubai isn't like that."

"Otherwise, this young lady would have slashed him with a sword long ago."

Listening to the praise and teasing from his confidantes, Dai Mubai of the White World merely smiled indifferently, showing no signs of arrogance or complacency.

"The path is one's own choice."

"He chose to live on his knees, while I chose to die on my feet."

"It is as simple as that."

Above the Sky Screen, the images did not stop there.

The soul-stirring scene of the soul fight gradually faded, replaced by the daily cultivation routine of Dai Mubai from the White World.

Originally, the people of the Black World assumed that this White Dai Mubai achieved such success purely due to innate talent or the good fortune of that world.

But the following scenes struck like heavy hammers against the hearts of everyone looking for excuses.

In the images.

Regardless of the bitter cold or scorching heat, regardless of wind or rain.

That golden figure was always cultivating.

In the early morning, before the first ray of sunlight touched the earth, Dai Mubai was already running while weighted down.

Those were specially made Mysterious Iron wrist and leg guards, each weighing a hundred catties.

Sweat slid down his determined face, dripping into the soil and shattering into eight pieces instantly.

But he did not stop.

At night, when the entire palace had fallen into a deep slumber, the light in Dai Mubai's room remained on.

He was not sleeping, nor was he enjoying the luxurious life of a prince.

He was reading.

He was studying human meridian charts, analyzing the optimal paths for soul power circulation, and repeatedly deducing improvement plans for his soul skills.

The desk was piled high with dense manuscripts.

Every sheet of paper was filled with his insights on his martial soul and combat.

The images flowed rapidly.

People saw him tempering his physical body under a waterfall, his skin flushed red from the water's impact, even seeping blood, yet he did not utter a sound.

People saw him sparring in the soul arena against training partners ten levels higher than himself, getting beaten black and blue, falling down time and time again, only to climb back up each time.

The phrase he said most often was:

"Again."

No complaints.

No slack.

What was the Dai Mubai of the Black World doing?

The screen thoughtfully provided a small window for comparison.

At this moment, the Black Dai Mubai was embracing twin sisters, living a life of drunken stupor in the Rose Hotel of Suotuo City.

While drinking, he was still complaining about the unfairness of fate and the suppression by Dai Weisi.

This stark contrast left the audience of the Black World dumbfounded.

Shrek Academy.

Tang San watched the tireless figure on the Sky Screen, and a stormy sea surged within his originally calm eyes.

"How could this be..."

"Not only is his talent stronger than that piece of trash, but he is also this hardworking?"

Tang San had always believed that with his Mysterious Heaven Skill and the experience of two lifetimes, no one could surpass him in diligence.

But watching the Dai Mubai in the images, who cultivated with almost masochistic intensity, he felt a sense of "inferiority" for the first time.

"Even I, back in the day, might not have been able to sustain this level of cultivation intensity."

"Is he... really just a pampered prince?"

Beside him, Oscar and Ma Hongjun were already stunned.

Ma Hongjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered:

"Is this what a genius is?"

"Someone with more talent than you, who is also a hundred times more desperate than you..."

"How are we supposed to live?"