Self-Created Soul Skill: Raikiri!

The moment those words were spoken, the entire arena erupted.

The spectator stands exploded into an uproar. Some gasped sharply, some stared wide-eyed, and those who had previously bet on Dai Mubai began to pale.

The words were neither loud nor forceful, yet they were more humiliating than any attack. Dai Mubai's face shifted from flushed red to livid, then from livid to a twisted dark purple.

"You're courting death!"

Dai Mubai roared and charged forward without hesitation. White Tiger Radiant Waves fired in rapid succession; white light flashed, faded, then flashed again. Explosions rang endlessly across the arena, sending shattered stones flying and dust billowing into the air.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

After the barrage ended, Huang Yun stood amid the dust clouds, the hem of his clothes fluttering slightly. He was completely unharmed.

He sighed, a trace of sincere helplessness in his voice. "Forget it. You can't hit me. The gap in our levels isn't the problem, and neither is the quality of our Martial Souls."

He looked at Dai Mubai with the calm gaze of someone looking at a problem that had already been solved.

"The problem is that your attacks are too slow."

Dai Mubai froze where he stood, his fists still raised in midair. His chest heaved violently, and sweat dripped from his chin onto the rubble.

He opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but it felt as if something had clogged his throat. He could not force out a single word.

At some point, the stands had fallen silent. The voices that had mocked Huang Yun earlier had vanished, replaced by a suffocating silence.

Someone quietly asked the person beside him, "Did you see how he dodged just now?"

The person being asked shook his head, his expression blank.

"Had enough fun? You've been hitting me for so long. Shouldn't it be my turn now?"

Huang Yun tilted his head, and his gaze shifted slightly.

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

Dai Mubai stiffened. He crossed his arms before himself as a White Tiger shield hurriedly formed, white light wrapping around his arms and creating a thick barrier.

He no longer thought about attacking. He only wanted to withstand this strike first, then find an opportunity to counterattack. As long as he held on and caught his opponent, the advantage would be his.

At that moment, Huang Yun moved.

Whoosh!

He did not use any Soul Skill. It was merely an ordinary side kick, yet it was more than twice as fast as his earlier evasions.

Blue lightning exploded around his leg. The shadow of his kick flashed and vanished so quickly that it did not even leave an afterimage.

Under the effects of momentum and inertia, this move would be terrifyingly powerful!

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply. He saw it, yet it was as though he had seen nothing at all.

The kick had directly surpassed the limit of what his eyes could track.

He only felt a sharp pain explode through both arms. The White Tiger shield shattered like paper, followed by a numbness in his chest as his entire body was launched into the air.

His body flipped twice in midair before crashing heavily into the protective wall at the edge of the arena. With a muffled boom, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the stone wall.

Dai Mubai dropped to one knee, one hand pressed against his chest as a thread of bright blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his head. Sweat mixed with blood and slid onto the ground, slowly spreading into a small stain.

The entire arena fell deathly silent.

A Soul Elder had actually been kicked hard enough to bleed.

It was too terrifying!

Huang Yun still stood in place with both hands in his pockets. His expression beneath the mask could not be seen clearly, and his tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

"Shrek's Dai Mubai is nothing special."

"If this is your limit, you can leave the arena now."

"So-called monsters are nothing before me."

"Over the years, I've traveled across the continent and seen monsters stronger than you, but they all called me a freak."

"Because every one of them lost to my speed!"

"Shut up!"

Dai Mubai roared as he slowly pushed himself upright against his knee. His body still trembled slightly, but Soul Power surged wildly through him at an unprecedented speed.

A cold, metallic sheen began to appear over his skin. His muscles swelled, his bones crackled loudly, and the White Tiger phantom behind him solidified. Its roar made even the rubble on the arena floor tremble and jump.

At the same time, his purple Spirit Ring rose and lit up.

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

This was his trump card, as well as his final shred of dignity.

"Roar!"

Dai Mubai threw his head back and roared. The sound waves spread in every direction, his Soul Power fluctuations surged wildly, and the entire arena floor began to crack and quake.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Huang Yun. His hoarse voice carried fury suppressed to its very limit.

"Only know how to dodge! What kind of freak does that make you?"

"If you've got the guts, fight me head-on!"

He advanced toward Huang Yun step by step, each step stamping a deep footprint into the stone slabs.

"Dodging around all the time! What kind of skill is that?"

"You're just a fucking coward!"

"All you do is run! All you do is dodge! Can you face me head-on?"

"Pah! Coward!"

The final two words were nearly screamed out, spittle flying from his mouth. Dai Mubai's eyes were crimson, and White Tiger Vajra Transformation had raised both his offense and defense to their peak.

In his eyes, as long as Huang Yun dared to take one of his attacks head-on, he would definitely be able to turn the tables.

With White Tiger Vajra Transformation empowering it, the White Tiger Radiant Wave's power had more than doubled. If it landed, it would kill instantly.

Huang Yun tilted his head, and the look beneath his mask changed slightly.

It was a shift from casual indifference to seriousness, carrying a teasing chill.

"Sure."

"Then let's play head-on."

As soon as the words fell, Huang Yun raised his right hand.

His five fingers drew together, fingertips pointing forward. A thread of milky-white lightning gathered in his palm, crackling softly.

The Lightning Falcon Martial Soul's lightning-attributed Soul Power was precisely compressed around his hand. The rapidly rotating electric light formed a sharp piercing beam, producing a piercing sound like a thousand birds crying in unison.

This was the Self-Created Soul Skill he had developed over the years.

The inspiration came from a move in the Naruto anime from his previous life. He could not be bothered to change its name, so he simply called it Raikiri.

It compressed the Lightning Falcon's lightning-attributed Soul Power to the absolute limit, concentrating it to an extreme degree before pairing it with his unparalleled speed for a thrust. Its penetrating force was enough to tear through most defenses.

During his travels across the continent over the years, he had encountered quite a few tough opponents. He had always relied on this move to decide victory in a single strike.

Soul Skills did not need to be numerous; they only needed to be refined.

The milky-white lightning continuously gathered and compressed in his palm, ionizing the surrounding air into fine crackling sounds.

Huang Yun bent slightly at the waist, his gaze locked onto Dai Mubai like an arrow nocked on a bowstring.

When Dai Mubai saw that his opponent had truly assumed a stance for a head-on clash, joy surged through his heart.

He fell for it!

So he really is a hotheaded fool. The provocation worked!

He forcefully kicked off the ground with both legs, making the entire arena tremble. His body, empowered by White Tiger Vajra Transformation, resembled a moving hill as he charged straight at Huang Yun. At the same time, he brought his palms together, and a blazing white sphere of Soul Power expanded at a visible rate until it was the size of a head.

"White Tiger Radiant Wave!"

The sphere shot from his hands, carrying a destructive aura as it blasted directly toward Huang Yun.

"Raikiri."

Huang Yun's figure transformed into a streak of blue lightning, leaving behind only a ring of exploding air ripples.

The two forces collided in the center of the arena.

Then—

The White Tiger Radiant Wave was torn apart from the middle.

The milky-white lightning was like a red-hot blade cutting through butter. It pierced through the blazing white sphere without the slightest obstruction, scattering its light to both sides into countless shattered specks.