The White Tiger Martial Soul Was a Lowly Mutt

"Heh... The White Tiger Martial Soul might be a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, but compared to my husband's, it's nothing but a lowly mutt."

Zhu Zhuqing said it in the same tone Fang Fan had used earlier to describe Ma Hongjun's Martial Soul.

Fang Fan glanced at Zhu Zhuqing in surprise. His wife really had a sharp tongue. She'd actually called the White Tiger Martial Soul a lowly mutt.

Still,

it was a great comparison. She deserved a huge thumbs-up.

He immediately gave her one.

"I love hearing you say that, honey.

The White Tiger Martial Soul really isn't anything special. Even fused with the Nether Civet Martial Soul, it only summons a Hell White Tiger. How could it compare to my Martial Soul? Mine can summon a Netherworld Saint Tiger—

No, a Netherworld Sacred Tiger King. Who knows how many times stronger it is than some Hell White Tiger?"

"You... How dare you look down on the White Tiger Martial Soul!"

Dai Mubai's veins bulged with rage. He gritted his teeth, itching to tear Fang Fan apart on the spot. The look he gave him was vicious.

"Whoa... Those two have guts. They actually dared to make Boss Dai angry!"

"Exactly. Boss Dai has the highest Soul Power Level of any Shrek student."

"Right, and he's our captain.

He might not be much to look at, but he's terrifying when he gets angry.

You two are in for it. Hurry up and get on your knees!"

Ning Rongrong snorted.

"Boss Dai has absolute confidence in his Martial Soul, and you dared to call it a lowly mutt."

Whoosh—

Before Ning Rongrong could finish, Dai Mubai lunged at Fang Fan like a tiger charging down a mountain.

Fang Fan didn't even summon his Martial Soul. He met Dai Mubai's sharp tiger claws with a punch.

"Know your limits."

Dai Mubai sneered. This guy hadn't summoned his Martial Soul and wanted to pit his fist against his tiger claws?

Bang!

The instant claw and fist collided, Dai Mubai's hand went numb. A terrifying force bent his claws backward.

Whoosh, whoosh...

He stumbled back several steps, his aching hand trembling.

"How is that possible? Boss Dai could crush an ordinary level-thirty-eight Soul Elder with that swipe.

But this guy knocked him back with just his fist?"

Xiao Wu stared in disbelief.

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened too.

"Whoa..."

Gasps rose from all around. Everyone was stunned by Fang Fan's physical strength.

"Damn it!"

Dai Mubai's face darkened further. He was shocked by the young man's formidable body.

Who the hell is this guy? Is he wearing a defensive Soul Tool, or is he drawing on some outside power?

Whoosh—

The young man suddenly lashed out with a side kick, the wind whistling around his foot.

Startled, Dai Mubai immediately activated his first Soul Ring, bringing up the White Tiger Body-Protecting Barrier before him.

Crack—

The White Tiger Body-Protecting Barrier couldn't stop the kick at all. His foot punched straight through it.

"Holy shit... What the hell?"

Dai Mubai's eyes went wide with disbelief. The young man's fist was already bearing down on him.

He hastily crossed his arms over his chest. With a bang, the blow sent him flying backward. He slid two meters across the ground before coming to a stop.

The muscles in his arms were red and swollen, as though two carriages had struck him at once.

Damn it. How is this guy so strong?

I've already used Martial Soul Possession, yet I'm losing to someone who hasn't even summoned his Martial Soul.

"Huh... How is that possible?"

Xiao Wu was stunned.

Dai Mubai was supposedly the strongest at Shrek. Without hidden weapons, even Third Brother might not have been able to beat him.

Yet this young man was beating Dai Mubai with ease.

"Uh... This..."

Ning Rongrong was stunned too.

Who is this young man? He's driving back Dai Mubai after Martial Soul Possession with nothing but physical strength?

Why does watching Dai Mubai get beaten feel kind of satisfying? Serves him right for talking to me like that.

Whoosh— Fang Fan charged at Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai seethed, feeling utterly humiliated.

His second Soul Ring lit up around him, and he roared,

"White Tiger Shattering Light Wave!"

A milky-white sphere of light shot from his mouth toward the approaching young man.

The young man didn't dodge. He drove a fist straight at it.

"You're asking for it!"

Dai Mubai sneered.

He's far too arrogant. Faced with my second Soul Skill, he isn't using his Martial Soul or Soul Rings. He's trying to smash it with his bare fist?

Does he think he's a Soul Emperor or a Soul Saint?

Only a Soul Emperor or Soul Saint might withstand this without a Martial Soul or Soul Rings, and even then, they'd be injured.

He could already picture the young man being blasted away, his body torn open.

Bang—

But the young man shattered the attack with a single punch. The milky-white sphere burst apart like a bubble.

Unharmed, the young man flashed in front of him, radiating an eerie aura.

"Ah—"

Dai Mubai yelped in fright. His face full of disbelief, he scrambled backward.

But the young man's fist was already coming for him. The punch looked effortless, yet to Dai Mubai, it was as terrifying as a blow from a Soul Douluo.

It slammed into his face, wrenching his head sideways. He spat out blood and saliva as he flew off to the side.

Hum—

A purple Soul Ring rose and settled around Dai Mubai.

His third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, activated.

His body swelled, and black tiger stripes appeared across his skin.

His strength, defense, attack power, and resistance to abnormal effects all doubled for thirty minutes.

The dizziness vanished instantly, and the pain eased.

As he rolled, he slammed a hand against the ground and sprang to his feet. A powerful aura surrounded him, and his Evil Eyes locked on the young man.

"Who is this guy? He hasn't used his Martial Soul or Soul Rings, but he's forced Boss Dai to use his thousand-year Soul Ring!"

Xiao Wu hid behind Ning Rongrong, staring at the handsome young man in shock.

"Mmm. I think he's even more handsome than Third Brother."

Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, was getting a little starry-eyed. Compared to this handsome young man, Oscar paled.

He was far more handsome than Third Brother or Dai Mubai.

"Ning Rongrong, are you swooning over him? Are you taking his side?" Xiao Wu asked suspiciously.

"No. I just think that handsome young man is really good-looking."

Ning Rongrong was already calling him "handsome young man."

Xiao Wu was speechless.

Ning Rongrong had always been a sucker for a handsome face. Add strength to the mix, and she was smitten.

She'd been smitten with Third Brother before. Had she already moved on?

That's the little demoness for you. The little princess of Seven Treasures.

Ning Rongrong ran through every sect in the Heaven Dou Empire in her mind, but couldn't imagine where such a gifted young man had come from.

"The White Tiger is strong? Then why is it as weak as a lowly mutt in front of my husband?" Zhu Zhuqing's words cut deep.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists. His gaze grew colder.

"Roar—"

With a roar, he hurled himself at Fang Fan.

This time, he was truly furious.

"The White Tiger of the Dai family is invincible! I'll force you to use your Martial Soul! Then we'll see whose Martial Soul is a lowly mutt!"

Whoosh—

Despite his massive body, Dai Mubai moved with astonishing speed. He swung his huge tiger paw hard at the young man.

The blow carried twice his usual strength. It was his strongest attack, and he poured everything he had into it to prove that his Martial Soul was powerful—not some lowly mutt.

Hum—

The young man stood still. Suddenly, a terrifying, domineering, sinister aura erupted from him.