Dai Mubai knew Cinderella's true strength.
Although Cinderella was one level below him, Dai Mubai understood clearly.
If they truly fought, he might not be her match.
Those bizarre close-combat movement techniques, those impossible-to-guard-against crystal spikes, and that final ten-thousand-year fourth soul skill that allowed twelve afterimages to attack at once...
If he had been standing across from her, how long could he have held out?
Dai Mubai did not know.
He only knew that Cinderella had given everything she had, yet in the end, that princess had gently sent her off the arena.
That was not humiliation.
It was the other girl telling her: you are strong, but not strong enough.
And now, it was his turn.
Dai Mubai took a deep breath.
The heart in his chest pounded rapidly, so rapidly that it irritated him.
Afraid?
When had he, Dai Mubai, ever been afraid?
He had not been afraid when he fled the Star Luo Empire, nor when Dai Weisi's people hunted him down, nor even when he had been beaten half to death at the Suotuo Great Soul Arena.
But now, he was afraid.
He was afraid of losing.
He was afraid that, like Cinderella, he would give everything he had only to be lightly sent down in the end.
He was afraid that he, the captain, would fall when his team needed him most.
But he could not retreat.
He was the captain.
He was the one with the highest Soul Power among the Shrek Seven Monsters.
He was the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, overwhelming fighting intent blazing within those sinister double pupils.
"I'm going."
His voice was low and hoarse, yet filled with unquestionable resolve.
Tang San looked at him without saying anything.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at him