Without the slightest hesitation, Du Busi activated his Martial Soul Avatar. The hundred-foot phantom instantly solidified into a dark green giant.
The giant stomped down, spreading spiderweb cracks across the Virtual Space's ground. Before Light Feather Douluo could react, a slap sent him flying.
The enormous palm struck Guang Ling with a howling gust, sending him tumbling across the Virtual Space. He rolled over a dozen times before finally stopping.
Light Feather Douluo struggled to his feet, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with horror.
Before he could steady himself, Du Busi charged up to him. His towering body loomed like a moving mountain as he slammed a fist into his chest.
"Urgh!"
Light Feather Douluo spat blood ten feet away and flew backward, crashing into the boundary wall of the Virtual Space hard enough to leave a human-shaped dent.
Du Busi chased after him, raining down punches, each carrying enough force to split mountains and shatter stone.
Light Feather Douluo took the beating without any chance to fight back. His Ice Bow had long since vanished somewhere, and the light of his nine soul rings had dimmed.
All he could do was curl up on the ground with his arms over his head, letting Du Busi's fists, each as big as a cooking pot, pound into him.
The sight was almost too brutal to watch. A dignified level ninety-six Titled Douluo was being pinned to the ground and pummeled by a virtual character.
When Light Feather Douluo came out, his face looked like a pig's head. It was swollen like risen dough, his eyes reduced to slits so narrow he could barely see where he was going.
He took off his helmet, his hands still trembling. His lips quivered, and for a long time,