Tang San let out a low shout, raised his hand, and struck at Dai Mubai with his palm.
Seeing this, a flicker of disdain crossed Dai Mubai's eyes.
Competing with a White Tiger in strength? You're asking for death!
In a flash, Dai Mubai answered with a palm strike of his own.
Bang!
The instant their palms collided, Dai Mubai's expression changed.
He felt as though his palm had struck a solid slab of black iron.
Then a terrifying surge of force hit him, sending him stumbling backward uncontrollably.
Dai Mubai steadied himself, his face livid.
How could this pretty boy be so strong?
Tang San withdrew his palm and stood still. A trace of purple light shone in his eyes as he saw through Dai Mubai at a glance and sneered:
"Hmph, unsteady footing, swollen bags under your eyes. Don't tell me you've spent all your training time fooling around with women?"
Behind him, a flicker of disgust crossed Zhu Zhuqing's cool face when she heard this.
Ning Rongrong said even more scornfully, "No wonder he reeked of rouge the first time I saw him. So he's a lecherous tiger."
"Uh..."
Oscar wanted to say a few words in Boss Dai's defense, but he could find no justification and could only smile awkwardly.
"That's fucking bullshit!"
Stung where it hurt, Dai Mubai went completely berserk. Three soul rings-yellow, yellow, and purple-appeared, and his White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him.
His body abruptly grew taller, his muscles bulged, and the character for "king" faintly appeared on his forehead.
Immediately afterward, his third soul ring lit up.
"Third soul skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
In an instant, Dai Mubai's limbs grew even thicker, and stark white claws extended from his ten fingers.
Seeing this, the surrounding pedestrians backed away, clearing space for the two to fight.
In Star Dou Town, scenes like this played out several times a day. Everyone was used to them, and some people even set up betting pools nearby specifically for them.
"Brat, I want you dead!"
Dai Mubai roared, stamped his right foot against the ground, and lunged at Tang San.
Seeing this, Tang San's gaze sharpened. His footwork swayed left and right, shifting unpredictably, and he turned sideways to evade Dai Mubai's charge.
When his first strike missed, Dai Mubai twisted sideways and lashed out with a claw, only for Tang San to dodge again.
"Brat, aren't you supposed to be strong? Why do you only know how to dodge?"
"Foolish."
Tang San sneered and, with a slight shift of thought, raised his right hand.
The next second, dozens of strands of Dragon-Patterned Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground, winding forward like nimble snakes.
"What is that?"
Dai Mubai froze for a moment, then felt something tighten around his lower legs.
He looked down to find several strands of Dragon-Patterned Blue Silver Grass already wrapped around his ankles.
"Hmph, you think a few blades of grass can trap a tiger?"
Dai Mubai sneered and exerted strength through his legs, trying to force the Blue Silver Grass apart.
One second, two seconds...
A full five seconds passed, yet Dai Mubai remained rooted in place, his face flushed red and veins bulging on his forehead. His legs were even trembling slightly from the excessive exertion.
Fuck, is this still fucking Blue Silver Grass? Why is it so tough?!
"This is only the beginning."
Tang San gave a mocking smile, and golden-blue soul power lit up his right palm.
The next moment, Dai Mubai felt a sudden suction from the places wrapped in Blue Silver Grass, sending a sharp, piercing pain across the surface of his skin.
"What the hell is this?!"
Dai Mubai was both shocked and furious.
He could feel the soul power inside him draining away little by little!
Seizing the instant Dai Mubai lost focus, Tang San took the offensive.
"Watch closely. This is strength!"
Dai Mubai looked up to see a fist the size of a sandbag rapidly growing larger before his eyes.
"Aah!"
The punch left Dai Mubai dizzy and seeing stars. His body tipped backward, about to fall.
But the next second, the Blue Silver Grass around his feet abruptly tightened, pulling his body upright again.
Tang San seized the opening and slammed another punch at him.
"Boss Dai, I'll help you!"
Seeing Dai Mubai getting thrashed, Ma Hongjun knew he could no longer play dead. He immediately activated Martial Soul Possession, and two yellow soul rings lit up beneath his feet.
"Second soul skill: Phoenix Bathed in Fire!"
"First soul skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"
Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, and a stream of fire as thick as an arm erupted from his throat.
The flames were orange-red, carrying suffocating heat. Like an enraged fire snake, they shot straight toward Tang San's back.
Xiao Wu's pupils contracted. "Shameless bastard! Attacking him by surprise!"
Rather than showing the slightest guilt, Ma Hongjun puffed out his chest, his face smug.
"What do you mean, a sneak attack? This is called tactics! Who cares about rules on a battlefield? Winning is what takes skill!"
Just as the stream of fire was about to strike Tang San, his footwork changed strangely.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
Like a flickering ghostly shadow, he vanished from the spot in an instant.
Having lost its target, the stream of fire continued undiminished and slammed squarely into Dai Mubai.
"Aaaah!!!"
Dai Mubai screamed. The Blue Silver Grass at his feet suddenly withdrew, and he was blasted away, rolling three times across the ground before stopping.
He climbed up with his hands over his face. Half of his eyebrows had been burned away, and his face was mottled black and red.
"Ma! Hong! Jun!"
Hearing Dai Mubai's voice, Ma Hongjun froze, looking utterly innocent. "Boss Dai... I, I hit you by accident..."
"I'll deal with you when we get back!"
Dai Mubai glared at him, then turned toward Tang San, his mismatched eyes narrowing slightly.
Women had clouded his judgment earlier. Now that he had calmed down and thought it over carefully, he realized the pretty boy before him was no simple character.
Strange movement techniques, exceptionally tough Blue Silver Grass, and even a soul power aura stronger than his own.
Although Dai Mubai was confident, he was no fool.
Someone with such strength at this age could hardly be a nobody.
"Little brother, a fight can lead to friendship. How about we become friends?"
Dai Mubai immediately resorted to his friendship-making tactic.
"Friends?"
Tang San sneered, a mocking look rising on his face. "You're not worthy of being my friend!"
In his eyes, a lecherous tiger who squandered his talent was no different from a beast.
Dai Mubai's expression turned utterly cold.
He had intended to give himself a way out, but he had never expected this pretty boy to dare deny him face so completely.
"You refuse the face I offer you. Do you really think this young master is afraid of you?!"
Dai Mubai growled and was just about to attack again.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, a deep, powerful voice came from the end of the street.
A short, stocky middle-aged man emerged from behind the crowd of onlookers.
He wore a grayish-brown combat outfit. His exposed arms were thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, and the muscles all over his body looked as though they had been cast from iron.
With every step he took, the ground trembled slightly.
When Dai Mubai saw who had arrived, his expression shifted slightly.
Ma Hongjun even shrank behind Dai Mubai, not daring to breathe loudly.
Zhao Wuji ignored them, his gaze falling directly on Tang San.
He had watched everything from the shadows and discovered that the youth not only possessed outstanding movement techniques but also wielded his martial soul with almost supernatural mastery.
Not only that, he had also sensed that this youth's soul power aura was actually stronger than Dai Mubai's.
"Brat, what's your name?"
Zhao Wuji spoke in a booming voice with a blunt, rugged boldness.
He had just used his soul power to sense the surroundings and had found no powerful experts lurking in the shadows.
That meant this youth was merely a soul master who traveled alone.
A genius like this was destined for his Shrek!
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