Dai Mubai's face alternated between green and white, and the knuckles of his clenched fists turned pale from the force.
He had never imagined that the Soul Skill he had unleashed with all his strength would be so casually neutralized, or even sent back at him completely unchanged.
"You... who exactly are you?" Dai Mubai panted, a little more wariness in his eyes.
Su Yu raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat nonchalant. "A nameless person, just a wanderer!"
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. His pride would not let him bow his head immediately, but his reason was screaming wildly about the gulf between them.
He stared fixedly at Su Yu, as though trying to read something from his face, but Su Yu's expression remained indifferent, betraying no emotion whatsoever.
Seeing how Dai Mubai wanted to fight but did not dare, Su Yu decided to add fuel to the fire:
"Little kitty, if you're too scared to attack, hurry home to your mommy!"
Dai Mubai had already been bottling up his anger. With this provocation from Su Yu, the fury in his eyes instantly burned even hotter.
The Soul Power around him grew restless. How could he still care whether he could beat Su Yu?
"You're courting death!"
Dai Mubai growled, his chest heaving violently as the phantom of his White Tiger Martial Soul bared its fangs and claws behind him.
"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Dai Mubai roared through gritted teeth. His third, purple Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and dazzling light instantly enveloped his entire body.
His frame visibly swelled, his muscles bulging. Faint white tiger stripes appeared on his skin, and a terrifying ferocity filled his eyes.
"Die!"
Like a streak of white lightning, Dai Mubai lunged at Su Yu once more, carrying a savage momentum.