The Trash with the Broken Arm

"You're courting death! Third spirit skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!!"

A vicious glint surged in Dai Mubai's eyes.

The purple Thousand Year Spirit Ring suddenly erupted with dazzling violet light, which washed over his entire body like a tide.

Beneath the violet glow, Dai Mubai's Evil Eyes gradually took on an eerie blood-red hue, their pupils filled with savage beastly ferocity.

His already exceptionally muscular body, enlarged by Martial Soul Possession, swelled another full size.

His black fighting outfit was instantly stretched apart by his bulging muscles, shredding inch by inch. As strips of cloth flew through the air, they revealed muscles as sharply defined as granite.

Dark black stripes emerged across his skin. Add a little fur, and he would look exactly like a real tiger's hide!

"Die!"

Dai Mubai's tiger palm, carrying golden light and razor-sharp wind, slammed fiercely toward Yu Xiaoqiang.

Yet Yu Xiaoqiang remained calm. He merely shifted slightly to one side, moving so quickly that he almost left an afterimage, and narrowly evaded the powerful blow.

Then, his right leg snapped upward like a steel whip. With a sharp howl through the air, his knee crashed viciously into Dai Mubai's unguarded abdomen!

Yu Xiaoqiang was impossibly fast; Dai Mubai had not even been able to see the trajectory of his movement.

All he felt was a piercing pain in his abdomen, as if a massive red-hot boulder had struck him.

Dai Mubai staggered back five or six steps as though he had been struck by lightning!

A metallic sweetness welled up in his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.

"So this is the power of your White Tiger Vajra Transformation? It's nothing special."

Yu Xiaoqiang stood where he was, dusting off his trouser leg as the mockery in his tone deepened.

"You!!"

Dai