Do you look down on support-type soul masters?

A powerful, pale white light suddenly erupted from Dai Mubai. He stretched both arms out to his sides, and his entire skeleton let out a series of cracking sounds.

Immediately after, his muscles swelled up as if they were being inflated like a balloon, stretching his clothes until they bulged. Every muscle became extremely distinct beneath the fabric, and even the air around him seemed to turn manic.

His head of golden hair instantly transformed into a mix of black and white; white occupied the majority, but several strands of black hair stood out prominently among them.

Four faint lines emerged on his forehead—three horizontal and one vertical—forming the character for "King."

The most significant change was his hands, which had expanded to two or three times their original size and were covered in a layer of white fur.

As Dai Mubai flicked his ten fingers, dagger-like claws continuously extended and retracted from his palms.

Each of those claws resembled a blade, measuring a full eight inches in length!

Dai Mubai stared fixedly at Oscar, his upper body leaning forward slowly. His dual-pupil eyes had turned a deep, profound blue, giving him the appearance of a killing machine.

Beneath his feet, two shining yellow light rings rose one after another. As the Spirit Rings swirled, a surging pressure like a tidal wave rushed toward Oscar.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 25 Battle Spirit Master. Please advise."

Amidst his imposing, domineering aura, Dai Mubai announced his Martial Soul and rank, signifying a formal challenge.

"Oscar, Martial Soul: Sausage, Level 20 Tool Spirit Master. Please advise."

Dai Mubai's eyebrows, which had turned white like his hair, twitched, and the corner of his mouth spasmed.

"Your Martial Soul is a sausage? A Support Spirit Master?"

Oscar simply smiled as he looked at him.

"What, looking down on Support Spirit Masters?"

Upon receiving Oscar's confirmation, Dai Mubai felt as if a dead fly had been shoved into his mouth—it was utterly disgusting!

What kind of Support Spirit Master was this strong? Weren't these guys just cannon fodder on the battlefield, one-shot kills for anyone?

Who could understand his pain? He, a Power Attack Spirit Master with a White Tiger Martial Soul, was being pinned down and beaten by a Food System support Tool Spirit Master with a sausage Martial Soul!

Seeing the look on Dai Mubai's face, Oscar had already guessed what he was likely thinking.

Over the years, Oscar had fought plenty of Power Attack Spirit Masters, and he had even killed several evil Power Attack Spirit Masters.

If it weren't for his habit of holding back his trump cards, he could have sent Dai Mubai crawling to the ground in a short time using either the Taiji Sword Technique or the Feng Hou Qi Gate.

"Don't worry, you can't beat me."

Oscar seemed to see through Dai Mubai's anxiety and spoke up.

Since things had already reached this point, Oscar also wanted to see how he compared to a Power Attack Spirit Master without using the Feng Hou Qi Gate or the Taiji Sword Technique.

Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul was among the top tier of Beast Spirits for power attacks; such an opportunity was extremely rare.

After Oscar finished speaking, he did not summon his Martial Soul. He only had one spirit skill, which was for recovery, and it wouldn't be of much help in the current fight.

Under these circumstances, Oscar looked much more serious. He swung his arms in a circle, transitioning into the Holding Ball Posture before executing the Diagonal Flying Step.

"Your combat techniques are very strong. It has been too long since I encountered an opponent like you. Don't worry, I will control my strength."

Dai Mubai moved. After his Martial Soul Possession, he seemed to have become a completely different person. Just as his white hair began to flutter, his body, filled with explosive power, had already arrived in front of Oscar.

The claws on his ten fingers snapped out simultaneously, swiping toward Oscar's body, but Oscar dodged with a sliding tackle.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Oscar landed a punch on Dai Mubai's stomach while the latter was suspended in mid-air.

"So hard!"

Oscar shook his hand. That strike on Dai Mubai felt like hitting a steel plate; not only did it fail to cause any damage, but it also left his hand temporarily numb.

However, this gave him a rough understanding of Dai Mubai's defensive capabilities, and he formed a plan in his mind.

While he was thinking, Dai Mubai quickly caught up. Before Oscar could stand up, he hammered a fist toward Oscar's head.

Oscar used a Xianzi Body Rotation to dodge the punch, but he was met with a kick from Dai Mubai, forcing him to follow up with a Moon-Kicking Body Rotation to leap rapidly into the air.

By now, the battle between the two had shocked the crowd of children and parents who had come to sign up for Shrek Academy. They stood with their mouths agape, watching the scene before them in disbelief.

At the same time, their desire to join Shrek Academy grew even stronger!

After Oscar narrowly avoided Dai Mubai's pursuit, he retreated quickly. Dai Mubai stomped his feet, rotated his body in mid-air, and pressed down, smashing his limbs toward Oscar's head.

This move was the signature technique Dai Mubai had used earlier, but now that he had activated his Martial Soul, it was completely different from before.

Oscar understood that if he were hit by this, he would definitely be finished, so he could only retreat again.

After Dai Mubai landed, he launched a backhand straight punch to seize the initiative, aiming for Oscar's chest, but Oscar blocked it with a horizontal arm parry.

When the first strike failed, Dai Mubai turned his fist into an elbow strike, but Oscar neutralized it by sealing the elbow.

"Try this!"

A smug smile appeared in Dai Mubai's Evil Eye as his elbow strike instantly transformed into a straight punch, hammering toward Oscar's kidney.

Although Oscar defended, he was half a beat slow and was knocked back four or five meters. Before he could steady himself, Dai Mubai rushed over again, swinging a heavy slap toward Oscar's head.

Oscar quickly ducked to avoid it, then turned and retreated to dodge Dai Mubai's whip kick. Taking advantage of the moment when Dai Mubai's old force was spent and his new force had yet to arise, Oscar utilized the Shuttle Back and Forth from the 24-Form Taiji Fist to launch a rapid counterattack, finally pushing his hands forward with a Lion Opens Mouth to drive Dai Mubai back.

But this also left his hands feeling numb; this guy was truly too tough!

Just as Oscar wanted to create distance again to engage in a war of attrition, Dai Mubai lunged at him.

"Getting impatient?"

Oscar thought to himself, taking advantage of Dai Mubai's mistake to land a palm strike squarely on his face, making intimate contact with Dai Mubai's cheek.

"You!"

Dai Mubai was both shocked and furious; he had been willing to risk a mistake to launch a preemptive strike earlier because he had calculated Oscar's stamina.

He was currently suffering from the depletion of both stamina and spirit power, unlike Oscar—he only had his physical strength to rely on now!

But what he hadn't expected was that the spirit power flowing through Oscar's body was different from his own; Oscar's spirit power was perfectly adapted to the techniques of the Taiji Fist, allowing him to unleash it at any moment!

The result was that he had been slapped in the face again, which was more unbearable to him than death itself!

For a Power Attack Spirit Master to be slapped in the face twice by a Support Spirit Master—if word of this got out, he would never be able to show his face again!

Consumed by shame and anger, Dai Mubai launched a rapid assault, only for Oscar to intercept him with a White Crane Spreads Its Wings, locking both of his arms with one, while simultaneously striking him on the head with an elbow.

Suddenly, a intense white light erupted from Dai Mubai's body, his Evil Eye turned white, and his first Spirit Ring flared brilliantly, forming a white barrier of light.

"White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

Oscar, who was just about to execute the Slanting Flying Posture to knock Dai Mubai back, was repelled by the white light, and immediately after, Dai Mubai's second Spirit Ring lit up.

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

A massive amount of white light condensed in an instant, and accompanied by a tiger's roar from Dai Mubai, a milky-white ball of light was spat out from his mouth, shooting toward Oscar.