White Tiger

Tang San spoke calmly. "Big brother, it seems we were here first."

Dai Mubai did not even turn his head, his tone icy. "So what?"

Xiao Wu's hot temper finally flared. In a flash, she appeared beside Tang San. "So what? Get lost."

Dai Mubai finally turned around. His sinister gaze swept over Xiao Wu, and he nodded. "Very good. It's been a long time since anyone dared speak to me like that. You two have Soul Power fluctuations too. You're Soul Masters, right? Then come at me together. If you win, I'll leave. If you lose, you'll put on a little demonstration of what it means to get lost."

The Twin Girls beside him released his arms with soft laughter and stepped aside.

Just then, the waiter hurried over with a middle-aged man, repeatedly saying, "Let's talk this out. Please, don't fight!"

Dai Mubai glanced at the man. "Manager Wang, your establishment is getting better and better at business, huh?"

Manager Wang wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile. "Young Master Dai, please don't be angry. My subordinate didn't know any better. This kid only arrived yesterday, so he doesn't understand the rules. I'll arrange a room for you right away."

After saying that, he turned to Tang San and Xiao Wu, apologetic. "You two, I'm terribly sorry. That room was reserved by Young Master Dai. Please find somewhere else."

An Chen knew that if Tang San had been alone, he would have given it up. There were plenty of hotels; changing to another one was no big deal.

But Xiao Wu was the sort who feared the world was not chaotic enough. There was no way she would back down so easily.

"We're not giving it up. What are you going to do about it? You look down on people because of your dog eyes. Don't think we're easy to bully just because we're young."

Dai Mubai snorted coldly. "It won't be so easy for you to leave now. You insulted me, so we can't just let this go."

"Young Master Dai, Young Master Dai, please..." Manager Wang's face was full of pleading.

A sharp gleam flashed through Dai Mubai's eyes. "Enough nonsense. Put the damages on my tab."

Xiao Wu could not stand such arrogance. She was about to charge forward and fight.

But Tang San grabbed her shoulder. "I'll do it."

Xiao Wu said unhappily, "Why? I'll beat him until even his mother won't recognize him."

Hearing that, An Chen spat out the tea in his mouth with a puff.

Fortunately, Tang San and the others did not look his way.

Even a waiter beside him who was watching the excitement nearly failed to hold it in.

An Chen looked at him and advised, "You should get out of here. Otherwise, you're in for it later."

The man rolled his eyes. "What's it to you?"

An Chen shook his head.

"Stop arguing. I said the two of you could come at me together." Dai Mubai's impatient voice carried over.

Tang San calmly took two steps forward. "Please enlighten me."

Dai Mubai's eyes flashed, and he threw a punch at Tang San.

Then An Chen saw the color of Tang San's right hand change, turning milky white as it met the blow.

This was Tang San's ultimate technique, Xuanyu Hand.

A muffled thud rang out. Dai Mubai did not move, but Tang San retreated several steps.

This Xuanyu Hand was quite formidable. Despite such a massive gap in Soul Power, Tang San had only been forced back a few steps. An Chen was secretly shocked.

"You actually took one of my punches. You're qualified to be my opponent." A trace of respect flashed through Dai Mubai's eyes.

Then, in a strange posture, he lunged at Tang San with all four limbs.

Tang San's expression turned grave, and he also assumed an unusual stance to meet him.

Dai Mubai attacked, but Tang San directly diverted his force and neutralized the strike.

That was probably Crane Catching Wild Goose, An Chen observed.

Dai Mubai twisted in midair and landed steadily.

"Still want to continue?" Tang San asked faintly.

Dai Mubai raised a sinister brow. "Of course. You forced me to use Soul Power, so I've lost this match. But I want to have a proper match with you. No matter the outcome, though, I'll give you the room today."

The look in his eyes was no longer anger, but mutual admiration.

Then he raised both arms and shouted in a low voice, "White Tiger, possess me."

A pale light erupted abruptly. Dai Mubai's bones crackled, his muscles swelled, and his golden hair turned black and white. The character for "king" appeared on his forehead.

His hands doubled in size, sharp claws gleaming with cold light. Three rings rose around him, Two Yellow and One Purple.

"A Millennium Soul Ring!" Xiao Wu cried out.

An Chen narrowed his eyes. A Level 37 Battle Soul Zun. His talent truly was extraordinary.

Tang San also released his Wuhun. Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm, and two yellow Soul Rings rose.

"Blue Silver Grass? A useless Wuhun?" Dai Mubai raised a brow.

"There are no useless Wuhun, only useless Soul Masters," Tang San said calmly.

"Well said. Let me see what you've got."

Dai Mubai moved with astonishing speed, appearing before Tang San in the blink of an eye as his tiger claws struck out.

Tang San barely dodged with a strange movement technique. Blue Silver Grass surged from all directions like dozens of great snakes, binding Dai Mubai.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, An Chen guessed.

Dai Mubai swung his hands, tearing through the vines, only to discover with surprise that they were exceptionally tough. Even his Level 37 Soul Power could not completely sever them.

He stopped struggling. His First Soul Ring lit up, and white light formed a shield that blocked the vines. His Second Soul Ring followed immediately after. With a tiger's roar, a milky-white orb shot from his mouth.

Boom—

The Blue Silver Grass shattered instantly, and the shockwave swept through the hall.

An Chen had been holding a teacup and watching the show when the blast hit him head-on, knocking him and his chair to the ground. Tea splashed all over his face.

The waiter beside him who had not left was sent flying straight into the wall, then slid down and did not get up for a long while.

"Damn it. If you're going to fight, fight properly." An Chen climbed to his feet, wiped the tea from his face, and looked rather displeased.

Those two were fighting to their hearts' content, completely ignoring the fact that there were still living people nearby.

Tang San's face turned pale. He took one step back to steady himself, and Blue Silver Grass condensed again, though far less of it than before.

His Second Soul Ring suddenly lit up. Dai Mubai's body stiffened as a layer of fine vines, which had somehow wrapped around him, suddenly grew and bound him tightly.

The thorns constricted, bringing intense pain and numbness.

"What fine Blue Silver Grass." A vicious gleam flashed through Dai Mubai's sinister eyes. "But I have one more ring than you."

The purple Soul Ring trembled. With a thunderous boom, all the Blue Silver Grass exploded into fragments.

Dai Mubai underwent a second transformation. His muscles swelled once more, black stripes appeared across his skin, and golden light enveloped his body. His blood-red eyes radiated a bloodthirsty killing intent.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation. Strength, attack, and defense all doubled."

He pressed forward step by step. His tiger claws swept sideways, sending silver light flying free.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was sliced to dust in midair. With no time to dodge, he crossed his arms to block, but was blasted backward.

Dai Mubai did not stop. In a flash, he caught up to Tang San's flying body, his tiger claws slashing straight down. If this strike landed, Tang San would likely be severely wounded in his current condition.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu finally could not hold back any longer and was about to rush forward.

"Don't come over," Tang San said in a deep voice.

It's my turn.

An Chen had been watching from the side all along, but he finally moved. In a flash, he appeared between the two of them.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose beneath his feet at the same time. With a wave of his right hand, a large Iron Pot appeared in his grasp. Thick Black Fog poured from it, instantly swallowing the entire hall.

As the Black Fog rushed toward him, Dai Mubai felt his five senses instantly weaken within it, especially his vision.

His sight was obscured, his hearing cut off, and his perception of Soul Power completely thrown into chaos, as though he had fallen into a silent, lightless abyss.

An Chen, however, was the exact opposite. Within the fog, his senses were greatly enhanced. Every breath Dai Mubai took, every movement of his muscles, was clearly discernible.