Bai Yuan Is Practically a Demon!!! The Toyed-With Tiger King!

The atmosphere on the sidelines heated up rapidly after the referee finished speaking.

The voices from the stands were still gathering.

"This is so exciting! Hurry, hurry, send the Soul Guidance Network!"

"The First Genius vs. the Second Genius"

"We're playing at home, we have the advantage! How could we possibly lose!"

"You're having another bout of hysteria."

Someone lowered their voice, their tone carrying a sense of confirmation.

"Dai Yueyan is the undisputed Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire."

Do you think there might be something fishy going on?

"Otherwise, if we lose, we'll lose all face."

"How is that possible?"

"Shrek isn't stupid; this is a fake."

In the center of the spectator stands, Emperor Dai Tianling of the Star Luo Empire's gaze fell on his son, a barely perceptible hint of worry flashing across his eyes.

He turned his head to look at En Ci:

"Teacher, is it possible for him to win?"

"Impossible."

"..."

En Ci's tone wasn't harsh, but it sounded like she was confirming the outcome of the upcoming competition.

"... Is it really that direct?"

"Teacher."

"There's nothing shameful about knowing your own capabilities."

En Ci paused.

"To tell you the truth, Bai Yuan hasn't shown his full strength yet."

What do you think?

Dai Tianling's fingers tightened slightly.

"... Could it be that even the young Soul Master of my Star Luo Empire can't force the opponent to reveal their full strength?"

En Ci did not look at him:

"Starting late and with limited resources, it's already quite an achievement to have reached this point."

Dai Tianling remained silent for a moment, as if digesting the judgment that was not yet fully settled:

"Hopefully Long Yue can win, at least not too badly."

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the field.

"Yue Yan and Su Mu are of similar strength. Even Tang Wulin can't beat Bai Yuan. His victory can only be achieved through a miracle."

He only hoped that Dai Yueyan could achieve a satisfactory result so as not to affect the future succession to the throne.

"Moon Flame, be extremely careful."

Long Yue's voice came from the players' area.

Su Mu stood beside him, her gaze also falling on the figure about to enter:

"Careful."

"His aura of Destruction."

Dai Yueyan did not turn around:

"I will."

He took a deep breath, got up, and walked towards the players' tunnel.

Dai Yun'er's carefree voice came from behind.

"Go, Fourth Brother! Lose with dignity!"

"Don't embarrass us!"

Dai Yueyan stumbled, turned her head and glared at her.

"Is this still my own sister?"

"Why are you so happy when you think you're going to lose!"

"They're really asking for it."

Then he looked away and continued walking forward.

When the fourth prince appeared, the shouts from the stands almost lifted the roof off.

The roar was like a flag being unfurled, lifting Dai Yueyan's figure towards the center of the arena.

He heard the voices cheering for him, took a deep breath, and was no longer afraid.

He would fight against the invincible opponent for the glory of the Star Luo Empire.

Even if you lose, lose with dignity.

With the White Tiger Possession Martial Soul possessing him, the silhouette of a giant tiger appeared behind him.

The First Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, and a layer of white light silently unfolded.

Immediately afterwards, his third Soul Ring shone, his body suddenly grew a head taller, his black and white hair turned golden, his eyes shone brightly, and the "King" character on his forehead flickered faintly, seemingly pulsating.

His fifth Soul Ring shone brightly, with black and white light rising from beneath his feet and instantly covering his entire body.

The giant tiger's silhouette reappeared behind him, becoming more solid, its fur returning to its black and white color.

But this time, his body swelled to more than three meters, his claws were six feet long, and his aura was as deep and unfathomable as a hell.

Each hair was as hard and sharp as a crystal.

The first, third, and fifth Soul Skill were all unleashed.

White Tiger Protective Barrier, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, White Tiger Demon God Transformation.

The three amplification Soul Skill inherited by the White Tiger clan for 20,000 years are simultaneously superimposed.

Dai Yueyan's physical strength had reached an extremely terrifying level.

The tiger roared, its majestic body emitting a blinding black and white light that spread out in the morning light and moved slowly along the edge of the field.

Everyone here is Five-Ring Soul King, and his White Tiger Martial Soul once roamed the continent for 20,000 years.

Moreover, his ancestor was once one of the Shrek Seven Devils!

Dai Yueyan, however, refused to believe in superstition.

Am I destined to lose?

He wanted to fight for a future.

Dai Yueyan chose to retreat and create distance.

The One-Word Battle Armor requires time to put on, which is its only weakness, and he cannot allow Bai Yuan to interrupt him.

"One-Word Battle Armor - Tiger!"

He roared to the sky, throwing out pieces of his Battle Armor. With the support of the three amplifying Soul Skill, he completed his armor-wearing, and the complete One-Word Battle Armor was about to take shape.

He was poised to act, only to find Bai Yuan simply standing there, hands in his pockets, as if waiting for a play whose outcome he already knew.

That posture seemed to say: Do as you please, I am invincible.

The Tiger King, filled with grief and indignation, roared:

"Don't look down on people!"

Bai Yuan tilted his head slightly:

"Alright then, I was hoping you'd be dressed up."

The next instant, his figure vanished from the spot.

Before Dai Yueyan's pupils could fully contract, the figure had already appeared behind him.

One punch.

There was no Battle Armor, no Soul Skill, no superfluous movements, just a simple straight punch.

The Tiger King's body was sent flying into the air by the force of that punch, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

He shook his head, the swirling golden stars still lingering in his vision, and, supporting himself on the ground, stood up again, focusing his gaze on what lay ahead.

Bai Yuan was already charging towards him in the same manner.

"Again?!"

"Didn't you tell me to wear it?"

"You beast!!!"

Dai Yueyan's voice carried a lingering "You're not done yet" tone at that moment.

They kept retreating, but they could never shake off the approaching figure.

Bai Yuan's punches became faster and faster, each one more powerful than the last.

The ever-increasing sense of oppression was like a net tightening, leaving no gaps. He

He could only defend passively, crossing his arms in front of him to withstand the ever-increasing force.

A powerful horizontal elbow strike came crashing down.

Heavy, precise, and timed perfectly to strike his face precisely during a gap in his defense.

"We can't defend against it!"

He opened his mouth, but the sound hadn't even finished.

"No!!!"

His body lost control at that moment, and the possession of his Martial Soul White Tiger Possession was forced to be dispelled.

He fell to the ground, bounced twice, and then remained still.

"..."

"This is too childish."

What about our second place?

At that moment, almost all 300,000 spectators closed their eyes.

The roar from the stands seemed to be cut off for a moment by a silent door.

Some people twitched their lips, some turned their heads away, and some whispered:

"This is too tragic... this is absolutely too tragic."

"Toying with! It's utterly toying with!"

"He's a demon!!!"

Bai Yuan looked at him and said casually:

"I'm in a hurry, I can't play with you anymore."

Dai Yueyan's pupils suddenly dilated, her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, then her head lolled to the side and she completely fainted.

I was so angry I almost fainted!!!

The staff below immediately erupted in chaos:

"Fourth Prince! Fourth Prince!"

"Help!"

"Medical Soul Master!"

Several figures rushed up from the sidelines.

Long Yue slammed his fist on the table in front of him, and the solid wood tabletop shattered with a crack.

His gaze was fixed on the retreating figure in the center of the arena. "Wait!"

The people around him had solemn expressions, and silence slowly spread through the air.

Someone whispered:

Can we... really beat him?