Beating Dai Mubai

"You brat, were you the one who ruined my fun?"

Looking at Ye Chen, whose face still carried a trace of childishness and who stood much shorter than himself, Dai Mubai darkened his face and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"Huh? Who are you calling 'your daddy'? Who the hell do you think you are? You think you deserve it?"

Ye Chen's original intention had been to give Dai Mubai a good beating, so naturally, he had to pick a fight. Dai Mubai was arrogant, so Ye Chen had to be even more arrogant.

Given Dai Mubai's personality, Ye Chen knew he definitely would not be able to endure those words.

Sure enough, just as Ye Chen expected, Dai Mubai flew into a rage.

"You brat, you've got quite the attitude? Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Dai Mubai immediately clenched his right hand and threw a punch at Ye Chen's chest.

He took the bait!

Seeing Dai Mubai make his move, Ye Chen rejoiced inwardly. Now he could beat Dai Mubai up openly and honestly. After all, Ye Chen was a model young man. Beating someone up for no reason was wrong—he had to have an excuse!

Although Dai Mubai was a power-attack Spirit Master, and strength was his specialty, while Ye Chen was a control-type Spirit Master who did not specialize in strength—

Ye Chen had cultivated the Creation Body Tempering Art and possessed a hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone: the Creation Green Lotus. In terms of physical constitution, he was absolutely far superior to Dai Mubai.

Facing Dai Mubai's incoming fist, Ye Chen immediately threw out a punch of his own.

Although Ye Chen's fist was a size smaller than Dai Mubai's, and his muscles did not look as developed either, a contest of strength was not determined merely by size and muscle.

Bang—

The two fists collided. Ye Chen's body swayed slightly, while Dai Mubai staggered back three steps in succession before managing to steady himself.

"Not bad, kid. I didn't expect you to be this strong?!"

The moment he stabilized himself, Dai Mubai spoke in shock.

His martial soul was the White Tiger, a top-tier Beast Martial Soul that ranked among the best across the entire continent. Yet his strength was actually inferior to that of the youth before him?

What he did not know was that Ye Chen's soul power rank far surpassed his own, having already reached the realm of a Four-Ring Soul Elder. Moreover, all four of Ye Chen's soul rings were black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. Anyone capable of bearing soul rings of such immense age could not possibly have poor physical qualities.

"Still calling me kid? Let's see if I don't beat you until you call me Daddy today!"

Without hesitation, Ye Chen raised his fist again and charged forward.

Although Ye Chen had never specifically practiced any fist techniques, there was a saying: even a master could be beaten to death by random punches.

Perhaps Dai Mubai's fighting skills far surpassed Ye Chen's, but when it came to strength alone, Dai Mubai truly was no match for him.

After only a few exchanges, Dai Mubai was knocked down by Ye Chen's wild flurry of punches.

Damn it! Looks like I can't hold back anymore!

"White Tiger, Possession!"

Dai Mubai shouted and activated his martial soul.

A fierce pale-white radiance suddenly burst forth from his body. His chest expanded, his bones crackled, and his muscles instantly swelled by a full size, stretching tight against his clothes.

His head of golden hair instantly turned black and white. Ten sharp claws extended from his hands, each one like a blade, eight inches long and gleaming with an eerie, cold light.

At the same time, three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—shone around his body.

"Oh~, using your martial soul now too?"

"Scared now, brat? Be good and let me beat you up. If I'm in a good mood, I might even let you off!"

At that moment, Dai Mubai felt that victory was already in his grasp.

Though he did not know why Ye Chen possessed such tremendous strength, age was still a hard limitation. At Ye Chen's young age, it was impossible for him to be a Three-Ring Soul Grandmaster, right?

Unfortunately, Dai Mubai's thinking was sound enough, but the next second, reality slapped him in the face.

"A mere Three-Ring Soul Grandmaster, and you think you're all that?"

The Black Jade Divine Bamboo Staff immediately appeared in Ye Chen's hand, and four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—blossomed around him.

The reason they were not four black soul rings was naturally because Ye Chen had used the Disguise Necklace to alter the colors of his soul rings.

He did not have some powerful backer supporting him. If others learned that his Soul Ring Configuration consisted of four black soul rings, the trouble would be enormous. People would inevitably covet the secret behind them.

"Four-Ring Soul Elder?!"

The instant he saw the four soul rings around Ye Chen, Dai Mubai nearly dropped his jaw.

Ye Chen clearly looked younger than him, yet his soul power rank had already reached the Four-Ring Soul Elder realm. Even Innate Full Soul Power could not possibly allow such rapid progress, could it? What kind of monster was this?

"Little tiger, scared now? Kowtow three times to Daddy, and if Daddy's feeling generous, maybe I'll let bygones be bygones and spare you!"

Ye Chen returned Dai Mubai's earlier words to him in an even more arrogant tone.

"Courting death!"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Dai Mubai could no longer suppress his rage. So what if Ye Chen was a Four-Ring Soul Elder? There was no way he would call him Daddy!

Even if he died, he would never say it. Otherwise, his real father would never forgive him!

Still, he knew full well that he would not be getting off easy tonight. He was bound to suffer a severe beating.

Of course, Dai Mubai believed his life should still be safe. After all, there had been no great enmity between them before this. Ye Chen would not go so far as to kill him, would he?

Having reached this point, Dai Mubai decided to go all out. Even if he still got beaten in the end, at least he would have fought back with everything he had.

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

In an instant, the muscles that had already swollen considerably after Dai Mubai activated his Martial Soul Avatar expanded another size.

"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Light Wave..."

Before Dai Mubai could activate his Second Soul Skill, Ye Chen made his move.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Blindness."

The moment the Fourth Soul Skill was unleashed, the phantom of a bamboo staff struck Dai Mubai on the head, and his vision immediately went black.

This darkness was truly literal. Although Dai Mubai still had his eyeballs, all he could see was pitch-black darkness. He could not see anything at all.

"First Soul Skill, Bind."

"Second Soul Skill, Chaos."

Before Dai Mubai could react, Ye Chen unleashed two more Soul Skills in succession, binding the disoriented Dai Mubai—now effectively blind—in place.

Then, Ye Chen carried the Black Jade Divine Bamboo Staff forward and began his one-sided beating.

"Ahh! Don't hit my face!"

"Hmph! Don't you know that when you hit someone, you aim for the face?"

Hearing Dai Mubai beg him not to hit his face, Ye Chen ignored him outright. If he did not hit the face, could it even be called beating someone up? He even began specifically targeting Dai Mubai's face.

The 'pleasantly melodious' screams echoed through the third floor of the Rose Hotel. Hearing the cries outside, the guests on that floor came out one after another to see what was happening.

But when they saw Ye Chen violently beating Dai Mubai, they all became spectators and eagerly watched the show.

Even Xiao Wu, who had already been sound asleep in her room, ran out and cheered Ye Chen on from the side.