Saint Egg Elder Dai Mubai, Letter of Commitment

"Who did you call a coward?!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Dai Mubai instantly flew into a rage, the smile on his face vanishing as if someone had slapped it away.

"You'd better explain yourself!"

"Brother, look!" Xiao Wu pointed at Dai Mubai and said brightly, "He's mad! He's mad! You hit his sore spot!"

"Hmph!"

Dai Mubai turned a deaf ear to Xiao Wu's mockery. He was planning to teach her a proper lesson during their upcoming fight, so she would understand just how powerful he was!

"Kid, do you dare fight me?"

He roared at Zhao Linchuan:

"Let's wager the two female companions at your side!"

"If you lose, hand them over to me!"

"That won't do. I'm not their..."

Zhao Linchuan had intended to refuse, but before he could finish, a soft hand covered his mouth.

At some point, Xiao Wu had already moved close. One hand covered his mouth while the other tugged at his sleeve, and she quickly whispered something into his ear.

Zhao Linchuan's brow twitched slightly before he gave a faint nod.

Seeing that, Xiao Wu promptly withdrew her hand, a brilliant smile blooming across her face. She turned, grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and hurried with her toward the shadows nearby.

Zhao Linchuan turned back to Dai Mubai. His attitude completely changed as he said mildly:

"Fine. But if you lose, you'll sign your name on a piece of paper. How about it?"

"Hahaha! Fine!"

Dai Mubai laughed loudly and agreed without hesitation.

He did not consider whether Zhao Linchuan might make him sign something like a contract selling himself, because he had never once thought he could lose.

A fifteen-year-old three-ring Soul Elder fighting a boy who looked no older than eleven or twelve?

This was not a fight. It was a one-sided crushing!

He wrapped an arm around the waist of the seductive woman beside him, gave her waist a heavy squeeze, and leered.

"Baby, step back. Don't let yourself get hurt."

"Once I win, the four of us can have some fun together. Then you can teach those two properly."

"Mhm, mhm! Go, Young Master Dai!"

Not only did the seductive woman not object, her eyes practically shone with excitement.

She retreated more than a dozen steps and stopped beneath the shadow of another tree. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she cheered loudly:

"Go, Young Master Dai! Show him what you've got!"

Dai Mubai turned his head and gave her a wicked smile.

"I'm invincible!"

He withdrew his gaze and rolled his shoulders. His neck cracked loudly as he said disdainfully:

"Kid, watch closely. Today, I'll give you a lesson you won't forget."

"And don't even think about begging for mercy. In a moment, I'll make you lie on the ground and thoroughly 'train' your two female companions right in front of you."

With that, he let out a loud shout.

"White Tiger! Martial Soul Possession!"

As his words fell, Dai Mubai's muscles swelled dramatically. His already sturdy frame abruptly grew much taller, his clothes stretched taut to the point of nearly tearing.

His originally golden hair instantly became black and white, while his large hands transformed into enormous tiger claws.

At the same time, a thick tiger tail slowly extended from his tailbone, swishing behind him before snapping through the air with a crisp crack.

Two yellow and one purple—three Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated around his body, radiating blazing light.

"Wow! Young Master Dai, you're so handsome!!"

At the sight, the seductive woman squeezed her legs together, her body going weak as she nearly lost her footing.

She held her face in both hands, her eyes filled with stars. She was practically on the verge of throwing herself at Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai was extremely satisfied with her reaction. Unfortunately, those two beauties had run off somewhere and still had not returned.

Otherwise, he would not have minded displaying his Martial Soul in every possible way.

A confident smile curled across his lips. He pointed his enormous tiger claw at Zhao Linchuan and said loudly:

"Kid, get ready to..."

"Urgh..."

Before he could finish, Dai Mubai's face suddenly turned pale. His voice seemed to be cut off by a blade, caught in his throat as only a muffled groan escaped.

Then, his bulging muscles deflated at a visible rate, like an inflatable doll with its valve pulled out.

His tiger stripes faded, his tiger claws shrank, and all traces of his Martial Soul Possession vanished in the blink of an eye.

The three Soul Rings lost their support, flickered twice between brightness and dimness, then disappeared from sight.

The next moment—

"Ahhh—!"

A heart-rending scream burst from his mouth, sharp as the squeal of a slaughtered breeding pig. It echoed through the woods and startled a large flock of birds into flight.

Dai Mubai desperately clutched the space between his legs, his fingers interlocked tightly to protect that spot. His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.

After that wail, his knees suddenly gave out. He dropped to the ground with a thud, then toppled onto his side and curled into a ball. Like a wild dog that had been kicked in the stomach, he hunched over, covered his crotch, and turned as pale as a living corpse.

Cold sweat streamed from Dai Mubai's head. Large beads rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the dried yellow leaves, quickly soaking a small patch.

He gritted his teeth so hard they creaked. His lips had already been bitten open, blood running from the corners of his mouth and mixing with sweat and saliva as it dripped onto the ground.

"Bastard! What did you do to me?!"

Dai Mubai began rolling wildly on the ground, twisting and writhing. His legs were clamped tightly together, while both hands remained locked between them.

The pain rising from his root nearly robbed Dai Mubai of his sanity. His vision repeatedly went dark, and his ears rang with a relentless buzz.

"Brother, we're ready."

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing emerged side by side from behind the large tree.

Xiao Wu held a sheet of paper in her hand, the ink upon it still wet.

Zhu Zhuqing walked beside her. Her steps were somewhat lighter than before, but her expression remained cold and calm, revealing little emotion.

Zhao Linchuan took the paper and lowered his head to read it once.

There were only two lines written on it—

Letter of Commitment: I, Dai Mubai, am a despicable, vulgar, shameless coward. I am unworthy of my fiancée, Zhu Zhuqing. From this day forward, we shall make a clean break and have nothing to do with each other.

The corner of Zhao Linchuan's lips lifted slightly. Holding the letter, he strode over to Dai Mubai.

Looking down at Dai Mubai, who was curled into a ball on the ground, he said coldly:

"Sign it."

But Dai Mubai was rolling around in agony, emitting muddled groans and ragged breaths. How could he possibly sign anything?

Zhao Linchuan sighed helplessly. He raised his right hand and flicked his fingertip. A stream of azure light flew from it and entered Dai Mubai's body.

The life force of the Wood Azure Dragon began circulating through his body, steadily repairing a certain injury to his "body."