My Confidence, Challenging Yang Wudi

Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi's grip on the armrest of the chair tightened slightly, and a flash of pain and resentment crossed his eyes.

At this point, Dai Mubai changed the subject. "But, Clan Leader Yang, don't you want to avenge those clansmen who died tragically? Is the blood feud of the Breaking Clan just going to end like this?"

A cold glint flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes, and a sharp killing intent erupted. "Boy, are you trying to provoke me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Dai Mubai remained calm in the face of Yang Wudi's killing intent. "It's just that I'm determined to one day lead the Star Luo Empire to crush the Heaven Dou Empire, conquer the Spirit Hall, and unify the Douluo Continent. Now, I'm inviting someone like Clan Leader Yang, who shares this goal with me, to join me."

In fact, Dai Mubai had already made plans in his heart: Bibi Dong the Spirit Hall would launch a war of unification sooner or later, and as a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he was naturally on the opposite side of the Spirit Hall, so he had to start planning as soon as possible.

Yang Wudi sneered, his eyes full of disdain. "You? A mere brat who hasn't even grown up yet dares to say such things? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"

"I am aware of my own weakness, which is why I need the assistance of a hero like Clan Leader Yang," Dai Mubai said frankly. "If I were to rely solely on myself, I would be unable to stand alone, nor could I achieve anything alone. But with the assistance of the Soul Breaking Spear of the Breaking Clan, things would be different."

Yang Wudi shook his head, his tone resolute. "Your Highness need not say any more. My Breaking Clan has finally gained a foothold and cannot withstand any more storms. I am afraid I cannot accept Your Highness's invitation."

Dai Mubai was not angry. Instead, he smiled slightly and asked, "Clan Leader Yang, do you think the Spirit Hall will let you off the hook if you keep hiding in Tonglan City?"

Yang Wudi frowned slightly.

Dai Mubai continued, "Clan Leader Yang, the Spirit Hall's power is growing stronger every day, with its tentacles reaching across both empires. Do you think the Spirit Hall will let you off the hook if you just stay holed up in Tonglan City? The only reason they haven't touched you yet is because you don't pose a threat for now. Once the Spirit Hall's power expands beyond control, will the Breaking Clan still be able to hide?"

Yang Wudi was silent for a moment, then looked at Dai Mubai and said, "What you say may have a point. But why should I choose you? I've heard that the First Prince Dai Weisi, has a better chance of winning. What makes you think you can compare to him?"

Dai Mubai smiled slightly, his expression calm and confident.

"Clan Leader Yang, I'm not exaggerating, but I haven't even considered Dai Weisi a threat."

After speaking, Dai Mubai slowly stood up.

"Roar!"

A deep and majestic tiger roar echoed in the reception room. Behind Dai Mubai, a gigantic White Tiger phantom, its body gleaming with a pale golden luster and adorned with wings on its back, suddenly appeared, radiating a fierce and murderous aura.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black! Five Soul Ring rose up one after another from beneath Dai Mubai's feet!

Even though Yang Wudi was a Soul Douluo Master, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Soul King?!" Yang Wudi suddenly stood up. "How old is Your Highness this year?"

Ma Hongjun puffed out his chest and proudly interjected, "I, Boss Dai, am not even sixteen years old yet! A level 52 Power Attack System Battle Soul King!"

"What?!" Yang Wudi exclaimed in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

Soul King under sixteen? This is unheard of! The word "genius" doesn't even begin to describe it; this is monstrous!

Yang Wudi stared intently at the black Soul Ring, feeling the extreme sharpness emanating from the Gengjin White Tiger, and was momentarily lost in thought.

Dai Mubai withdrew his Martial Soul, looked at Yang Wudi who was struggling and deep in thought, and said calmly, "Clan Leader Yang, now you believe in my confidence, right?"

Yang Wudi slowly sat back down, remaining silent for a long time, the disdain in his eyes disappearing.

He pondered in his heart. Soul King at the age of fifteen and level fifty-two was unprecedented in the history of the entire continent.

This shows that the third prince indeed had the right to "disregard Dai Weisi".

The stakes are too high; it could Breaking Clan.

Dai Mubai smiled gently as he looked at Yang Wudi's conflicted expression.

"Clan Leader Yang, since you can't make up your mind, how about we make a bet?"

Yang Wudi was taken aback, and frowned, asking, "How does the betting work?"

"Let's use the rules of the Soul Fighting Arena," Dai Mubai. "We'll have a match. If Clan Leader Yang can defeat me or knock me out of the arena within one incense stick's time, then Clan Leader Yang wins, and I will take my leave immediately and never bother you again. If Clan Chief Yang still cannot defeat me after one incense stick's time, then I win. At that time, Clan Leader Clan Leader will lead the Breaking Clan to submit to me."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi was taken aback at first, then threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Boy, do you know what kind of strength I possess?"

"I am an 81-level Soul Douluo. While it is indeed remarkable that you have reached the Soul King at this age, you are underestimating me too much."

Dai Mubai cupped his hands and smiled, "Then I thank Clan Leader Yang for agreeing to the bet."

Yang Wudi was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had been carried up there.

Looking at Dai Mubai's calm and confident demeanor, he felt a surge of interest.

As the Clan Leader of the Breaking Clan, I cannot show weakness in front of a junior.

"Fine! Since you've asked for trouble, I'll grant your wish!" Yang Wudi waved his hand. "Please come with me to the training ground in the backyard!"

The training ground in the backyard of the Breaking Clan.

There were already more than a dozen young members of the Breaking Clan practicing with their spears in the arena. They held the Martial Soul Breaking Spear, their spears flashing like dragons, and they were quite impressive.

Yang Wudi walked to the sidelines and called out to a young man in the arena who was about the same age as Dai Mubai and whose face bore some resemblance to Yang Wudi: "Pojun, clear the arena. This Third Prince wants to spar with me."

The young man named "Pojun" was taken aback upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions and quickly replied, "Yes, Grandpa!"

Yang Pojun gave a shout, and the young men practicing shooting in the field all stepped back, making way for the largest open space in the center. They cast curious glances at Dai Mubai and whispered among themselves.

Yang Wudi walked to the arena, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Your Highness, please."

Dai Mubai stepped forward, stopping ten paces away from Yang Wudi, and bowed slightly. "Clan Leader Yang, please enlighten me."

Yang Pojun took a stick of incense, lit it at the edge of the training ground, and wisps of smoke rose into the air.

Yang Wudi made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a jet-black spear, twelve feet long, materialized out of thin air. The spear was simple and unadorned, yet it exuded an aura of unyielding sharpness.

Eight Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black. The terrifying pressure of Soul Douluo swept around, and the air became heavy.

The members of the Breaking Clan watching from the sidelines held their breath, their gazes towards Dai Mubai now tinged with pity.

In their view, the outcome of this battle was a foregone conclusion.

However, Dai Mubai burned with fierce fighting spirit, unwilling to be outdone.

"Martial Soul, Possess!"

"Roar!"

With a deafening roar, Dai Mubai's body suddenly swelled, his pale golden fur covering his entire body, a pair of wings formed from the condensation of Gengjin energy sprouting from his back, and his hands transforming into gleaming tiger claws.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—five Soul Ring rose up one after another from beneath their feet!