One Punch

On the stage, Dai Mubai's muscles tensed, his fists clenched, knuckles cracking.

He stared fixedly at Qin Yuan, a sinister smile on his lips, already calculating how he would torment this ignorant fellow later.

"Ling Tian, you finally dare to stand before me."

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed from the depths of his throat:

"Stealing my fiancée, if I don't make you taste a fate worse than death today, then my name isn't Dai Mubai!"

Qin Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, a faint mockery on his face, not even releasing his martial soul, as if the person before him wasn't a soul master, but an ant by the roadside.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai's rage intensified: "You're asking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, he let out a fierce roar to the sky, and his martial soul, the White Tiger, instantly possessed him!

A deafening tiger roar exploded, Dai Mubai's muscles bulged, white fur erupted from beneath his skin, black tiger stripes covered his body, his hands transformed into sharp tiger claws, and his eyes became vertical pupils, emitting a wild glow.

Two yellow and one purple, three soul rings rose from beneath his feet, circling around him.

Tang San stood below the stage, arms crossed, a smile on his lips:

"Boss Dai's White Tiger Martial Soul is a top-tier existence among offense-type soul masters, and with Teacher's training for over a year, his explosive power has more than doubled."

Ma Hongjun chuckled: "I bet it won't take five moves for that Ling Tian to be on the ground."

Oscar shook his head: "I'll bet fifty moves. At least that Ling Tian defeated Yu Tianheng, he should have some skill."

Tang San smiled without speaking, but his eyes held absolute confidence.

He knew Dai Mubai's strength too well; not to mention peers, even soul masters a few years older than him who could defeat him were rare.

Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and Zhao Wuji stood a short distance away, all with relaxed smiles on their faces.

"Xiaogang, your training has been very effective. Mubai's soul power fluctuations are much more stable than before," Flender stroked his goatee, quite satisfied.

Yu Xiaogang said calmly: "Mubai has excellent talent, he just lacked systematic training before. In the past year, his combat ability has improved by at least fifty percent. That Ling Tian, it would be good if he could last a hundred moves."

Zhao Wuji grinned: "A hundred moves? Old Zhao bets he can't last thirty.

Look at him, not even releasing his martial soul, isn't that just putting on a show? He'll regret it once Mubai makes his move."

The three of them laughed; in their eyes, the outcome of this match was a foregone conclusion.

On the stage, the moment Dai Mubai released his martial soul, a violent aura spread outwards like a tide.

He stomped on the ground, shattering the stage stones, and charged towards Qin Yuan like a cannonball.

"First move! White Tiger Rending Light Wave!"

Dai Mubai swung his claws, and ten sharp white light blades tore through the air, slashing towards Qin Yuan with a piercing sound.

This was a full-power attack, with no intention of probing, and no chance for Qin Yuan to beg for mercy.

Moreover, Dai Mubai's aim was extremely vicious—not the chest, not the head, but Qin Yuan's groin!

The ten light blades blocked all angles of evasion, heading straight for the vital spot.

Dai Mubai sneered inwardly: First, I'll cripple your third leg, then we'll see if you still dare to steal my woman!

Qin Yuan's originally casual gaze instantly turned cold.

You're asking for death!

He saw through Dai Mubai's intention, and that sinister, vicious killing intent made the last trace of amusement in his heart vanish.

He had initially thought that a lesson would be enough.

But Dai Mubai's move had completely enraged him.

Qin Yuan did not retreat, nor did he even dodge.

He suddenly thrust out his right hand, fingers spread, and grabbed directly at the ten light blades.

"Is he crazy?!" someone below the stage exclaimed.

To block a soul skill with bare hands? Wasn't that courting death?

However, the next moment, everyone's eyes widened.

Qin Yuan's five fingers precisely grasped the foremost three light blades, and with a forceful clench, the light blades shattered like glass, turning into scattered light points.

The remaining light blades struck him, but they didn't even cut his clothes before dissipating into nothingness.

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply.

What's going on?

Before he could react, Qin Yuan's figure had already vanished from his original spot.

Teleportation!

The next second, Qin Yuan appeared before Dai Mubai like a ghost, so close that they were almost face to face.

Dai Mubai was greatly alarmed, instinctively crossing his claws to protect his chest, while his third soul ring lit up, intending to release the thousand-year soul skill White Tiger Vajra Transformation to enhance his defense.

However, Qin Yuan would not give him this chance.

A fist rapidly enlarged in Dai Mubai's vision.

The fist looked ordinary, without any soul power fluctuations or Martial Soul Possession, just a simple punch.

However, when this fist landed on Dai Mubai's crossed claws, Dai Mubai felt as if he had been hit by a mountain.

"Crack—"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Dai Mubai's arms bent at a strange angle, his tiger claws instantly deformed, and all ten fingers were fractured!

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, smashing into a stone pillar at the edge of the arena. With a rumble, the pillar broke, and debris flew everywhere.

Dai Mubai fell heavily to the ground, spitting up blood.

The entire audience was dead silent.

From the moment Dai Mubai attacked to being sent flying, it took only the time it takes to draw a breath.

One move.

It only took one move.

Tang San's smile froze on his face, his eyes widened, and he stared at the youth standing with his hands behind his back on the stage in disbelief.

"Impossible..." Tang San murmured, his voice trembling slightly, "Boss Dai... he's a level thirty-eight Soul Elder, with the White Tiger Martial Soul, how could he be defeated by one punch..."

Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open, his jaw almost hitting the floor, his eyes bulging.

He had just said that Ling Tian would be down within five moves, but now Dai Mubai had been sent flying in one.

Oscar didn't even notice the sausage falling from his hand, his lips trembling: "I... I'm not seeing things, right? One punch? Just one punch?"

Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes widened, her small hands covering her mouth, her face full of disbelief.

She looked at Tang San and found that his expression had become extremely grim.

Ning Rongrong wasn't too surprised, only the corners of her lips turned up slightly, and she thought to herself: As expected.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, then a strong sense of surprise surged in her eyes.

Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and Zhao Wuji's smiles completely froze.

Flender suddenly turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, whose face alternated between green and white, his lips tightly pressed, unable to say a word.

Zhao Wuji even cursed directly: "What the f*ck! What the hell is going on?"

Yu Xiaogang stared intently at Qin Yuan on the stage, his mind in turmoil.

He prided himself on knowing all the soul masters in the world, and he had heard of any powerful genius.

But this youth before him, who hadn't even released his Martial Soul, could send Dai Mubai flying with one punch, what kind of power was this?

Not releasing his Martial Soul meant he hadn't even used his true strength!

Yu Xiaogang's hand trembled unconsciously, and an unprecedented sense of defeat washed over him.