"Self-Created Soul Skill: Destruction Breath!"
As Dai Mubai charged straight at him, Li Pu unleashed the self-created Soul Skill he had developed.
The Source of Destruction surged, compressed, and churned inside the Bun Bomb, but it couldn't break through the bun's outer skin.
When a small opening appeared, the Source of Destruction—compressed to its absolute limit—gathered and poured out in a terrifying torrent of energy.
A crimson beam shot straight toward Dai Mubai.
Sensing how dangerous the beam was, Dai Mubai hurriedly activated his first Soul Skill, White Tiger Shield.
But the White Tiger Shield shattered after a single hit. The beam continued on, slamming into his chest and sending him flying. The spot where it struck had been charred black, and the smell of roasted meat filled the air.
"Dai Mubai, boss!"
The others cried out. Tang San's beloved Blue Silver Grass caught Dai Mubai. Seeing how badly he was hurt, Tang San hurriedly fed him a Big Recovery Sausage that he had prepared in advance.
Then he glared angrily at Li Pu. "Was that really necessary? You went way too far!"
"Too far?" Li Pu laughed. "Are you children? This is the Soul Fighting Arena, not a place for playing house. If you come here, you'd better be prepared to get hurt. Did you think everyone could leave without a scratch?"
"This is a sparring match. What you did was try to kill him!" Yu Tianheng said.
"I showed you what my Martial Soul could do ahead of time. Since you still chose to fight me, you have to accept the consequences. If this were a real battle, things wouldn't have ended like this," Li Pu replied.
His explanation won the audience's approval.
"That's right! If you're afraid of getting hurt, don't come Soul Fighting!"
"You're making a