The strong were meant to utterly humiliate the weak!

Zhou Kuang shuddered, a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder and neck, mixed with the burning and numbness of an electric current. Half of his body went numb and stiffened instantly, slowing his movements considerably.

That one moment of hesitation was enough to decide the outcome!

Bai Yushan landed without losing momentum, his body tumbling and leaping into the air. He used the Ape Form: Cliff-Turning Yin-Yang Rotation technique, twisting his body in mid-air to avoid Zhou Kuang's instinctive backhand punch.

In the instant he dodged the attack, he clasped his hands together, his fingers clenched, and lightning surged wildly around him, the blue-white electric light becoming increasingly intense, the deafening thunder drowning out the roars from the crowd.

There were no unnecessary tests, and no holding back whatsoever.

Having just suffered a loss due to insufficient strength in his Four-Finger Nukite, this time he must break through the stalemate with the ultimate force!

Bai Yushan's madness intensified, and his fingertips suddenly clenched, discarding two fingers, leaving only his middle and index fingers straight as blades!

Hell Stab - Two-Finger Nukite!

The fewer the fingers, the greater the power and the heavier the load!

The 100,000-volt high-voltage current was condensed into the fingertips of the two fingers, no longer spreading everywhere, no longer illusory in its protective form. All the power was compressed to the extreme, condensing into a single point of extremely sharp lightning!

The lightning at his fingertips was condensed and dazzling, tearing the air apart with its extreme power, producing a sharp, hissing sound.

At this moment, Zhou Kuang had just regained his footing and broken free from the paralysis. His heavy punch missed its mark, the old force dissipated and new force had not yet been generated. It was the moment when his entire body's defense was at its weakest and his greatest vulnerability was at its greatest!

Bai Yushan moved like lightning, unleashing the ultimate power of his Lightning Flash Step, instantly closing the distance. He thrust out two fingers straight at the gap in Zhou Kuang's chest armor!

This thrust was incredibly fast, incredibly ruthless, and incredibly accurate!

Zhou Kuang's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a genuine fear arose in his heart!

But just as he dealt with one, two more Wind Blade Leopard pounced at him from the side, their sharp claws slashing towards his waist with Wind Blade.

Zhao Tieshan had no time to dodge; a deep, bone-revealing gash was slashed across his arm, and blood gushed out instantly. He cursed, then slapped one of the heads to death with a backhand, while the other was finished off by a nearby agility-based Soul Master.

The pressure from both sides was even greater. Swarms of Venomous Sting Bee descended, their stingers, carrying potent venom, sizzled as they stung the Soul Master's Soul Power shield.

One of the Control System Soul Master couldn't hold on; his protective shield shattered, and he was instantly stung in the face by dozens of poisonous bees. His entire face swelled up at a visible speed, and he collapsed to the ground screaming in agony.

Before anyone could pull him away, several Steel-Toothed Rat swarmed over and bit down hard on his legs.

"Ah--!"

A shrill scream rang out, and a flash of white light appeared on the Soul Master's body as he was teleported directly out of the Spirit Ascension Platform.

This is the first person to leave.

Once there's a first, there's bound to be a second.

There were too many Soul Beast, and they kept coming one after another; it was impossible to kill them all.

The ones in front had just fallen when the ones behind them charged forward, stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades, their eyes bloodshot, fighting with a complete recklessness.

"Treatment! Get treatment quickly!"

Liu Qingping stood in the middle of the formation, her forehead covered in sweat. She unleashed her first Second Soul Skill in turn, and green healing light continuously fell on the injured Soul Master. However, the number of wounded was increasing, and she, as a Support System, simply couldn't keep up.

A Power Attack System Soul Master had his ribs broken by the Iron-Armored Rhinoceros and collapsed, coughing up blood. Just as her healing light reached him, the Iron-Armored Rhinoceros broke through the defenses and stomped on his chest with one hoof.

Another beam of white light rose.

Within minutes, five Soul Master had left the field, reducing the team of thirty to one-sixth.

The Soul Beast didn't gain any advantage either. Twenty or thirty Soul Beast corpses lay on the ground, all transformed into halos of Spirit Power that floated above the battlefield. The halos accumulated more and more, the Spirit Power aura grew stronger and stronger, and the Soul Beast they attracted became stronger and stronger. In the distance, even the roars of Thousand-Year Soul Beast could be heard.

The entire battlefield was in complete chaos.

The sounds of colliding Soul Power, the roars of Soul Beast, the shouts of Soul Master, and screams of agony mingled together, mud flew, trees broke, and blood splattered everywhere.

The thirty Soul Elder struggled to hold on, their formation constantly shrinking. Everyone was injured, and their Soul Power was being greatly depleted, but no one dared to retreat.

They dared not retreat.

Retreat and dying in the mouth of Soul Beast would be the end of it all, but if you anger that madman on the rock, the thought of being electrocuted to the point of death sends shivers down your spine.

And on the giant rocks beside the battlefield.

Bai Yushan leaned against a protruding rock, his hands in his pockets, watching the chaotic battle below with his eyes downcast. His narrow eyes reflected the light and shadow of the battlefield, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with delighted interest.

Some foolish Hundred-Year Soul Beast sensed his presence and roared as they pounced towards the boulder. Before they even got within three meters of it, they were struck by an arc of electricity that appeared out of nowhere. They fell to the ground, charred black, twitched twice, and then went still, turning into a halo of light that floated into the sky above the battlefield.

Bai Yushan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He just watched quietly, watching humans and Soul Beast fight, watching lives disappear one after another, watching the Spirit Power aura gather more and more.

Individual strength, before it undergoes a qualitative change, cannot make any significant impact in war.

Even in small-scale wars like this, this is true!

The wind blew through Bai Yushan's fluffy black hair, causing the hem of her clothes to flutter slightly.

The boy's handsome face wore a carefree smile, but his eyes churned with a madness and indifference beyond his years.

On the battlefield, the shouts of battle continued.

Another Agility Attack System Soul Master was surrounded by the three-headed Shadow Cat. Unable to dodge in time, his throat was slashed open by its claws. He clutched his neck and fell to the ground, whereupon a white light quickly appeared. Zhao Tieshan in the front row was also about to give up. He had seven or eight wounds on his body, and his breathing was heavy like a bellows. Every punch he threw was accompanied by trembling.

Soul Beast continued to pour out of the dense forest, as if they could never be killed.

The team of thirty people has dwindled to twenty-three, and the number continues to decrease.

Bai Yushan tapped the rocks lightly with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over the floating auras of Spirit Power, and the smile on his lips deepened.

That's about it.

If he kills a little longer, the accumulated Spirit Power will be enough for him to Electric Current Push of several thousand volts.

He looked up into the deeper part of the dense forest, where the aura of the Thousand-Year Soul Beast was becoming increasingly clear.

The real show is just beginning.

Boom--

The dense northern forest was the first to erupt in towering flames, and the scorching heat, carrying the smell of burning, swept over us.

Four ancient Flame Demon Lion, each the size of a water buffalo, slowly emerged. Dark red flames danced on their crimson manes, and each step left a charred footprint on the ground. Their deep roars were so loud they made one's eardrums ache.

Behind them followed more than twenty century-old Flame Demon Lion, the herd forming a sea of fire, instantly turning vegetation yellow and spontaneously combusting wherever they passed.

The sound of rapid hoofbeats echoed across the western slope, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

More than twenty Blazing Plains Flame Horse charged forward in formation, their bodies engulfed in raging Lie Yan. Their hooves splattered sparks as they galloped. The two leading Fiery Horses, both ancient and exceptionally robust, left long trails of fire behind them as they ran. Their Impact was enough to shatter a half-meter-thick stone wall.

At the same time, the treetops overhead stirred with activity, as one after another, gray-black giant apes leaped between the branches, their tails whipping and crackling through the air.

The two thousand-year-old Twin-Tailed Ape, whose size was comparable to that of black bears, perched on tree branches, looking down at the trees with their scarlet eyes full of savagery. With a single swipe of their claws, they could tear apart tree trunks as thick as bowls.

The three major clans surrounded them from three sides, and nearly a hundred Soul Beast pressed down on them, making it hard to breathe. There were eight of them at the thousand-year level.

The twenty-three Soul Master turned deathly pale instantly. They were already exhausted from dealing with the scattered Soul Beast, and now three complete groups had arrived, making it a dead end.

Some people instinctively took a half step back, and the lightning seed in their dantian immediately sent a sharp pain through them, reminding them that there was an even more terrifying evil star behind them.

Retreat means certain death; fight onward, and perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope.

"You damned beast! Die!"

Zhao Tieshan roared, his earth-yellow Soul Power surging, and he charged forward to meet the hundred-year-old Flame Demon Lion at the front.

That roar was like igniting a powder keg; everyone's eyes turned bloodshot.

None of the Three-Ring Soul Elder managed to secure a spot in the Spirit Pagoda were spineless; they were either academy geniuses or family elites, and all possessed a ruthless streak.

Now that things have come to this, no one cares about Bai Yushan's orders anymore. They throw punches, draw their swords, and unleash their Soul Skill, all for the sake of survival, to avoid being devoured by beasts.

The battle instantly reached its climax.

Zhao Tieshan took the lead and directly rammed into a thousand-year-old Flame Demon Lion. The lion's claws, wreathed in Lie Yan, slammed down, but he neither dodged nor evaded, instead using his fists to draw the blow with his powerful Soul Power.

With a muffled thud, his feet sank deep into the mud, his knees buckled, and his sleeves were instantly burned off, his skin turning red and blistered. He grunted, and instead of retreating, he advanced, slamming his head hard into the lion's nose, while his other hand clenched into a fist and smashed it towards the lion's eye.

The Thousand-Year Flame Demon Lion roared in pain and spewed out a fireball the size of a washbasin.

Zhao Tieshan rolled to the side to dodge, but his back was still struck by the flames, instantly charring his clothes. He seemed oblivious to the pain, and lunged forward...

The lightning force, condensed to its extreme, was like the sharpest divine spear, piercing through the thick, millennia-old insect armor!

Click--

The incredibly hard, jet-black carapace cracked instantly, and fine cracks spread across the entire chest from the puncture point!

A violent 100,000 volts of electricity surged into Zhou Kuang's body through the breach, instantly shattering his Soul Power barrier. The raging lightning paralyzed his internal organs, meridians, and limbs!

Zhou Kuang's body stiffened abruptly, all his movements stopped instantly, his violent Soul Power suddenly dissipated, his tense muscles completely relaxed, and even his breathing suddenly stopped.

Berserk mode forced to dissipate!

The purple light faded, the black armor dimmed, and his domineering amplification power vanished instantly.

Without pausing, Bai Yushan made a ruthless and decisive move, piercing through the nail surface with his hand and then suddenly flicking and twisting with his fingertips!

The thunderous force suddenly exploded within the opponent's body!

puff--

Zhou Kuang's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of dark blood. It was as if all his strength had been drained from him. His massive body swayed precariously, and his eyes instantly lost their focus, all traces of his ferocity vanishing.

The roars of the audience abruptly ceased, and the entire boxing arena fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared intently at the tall, white-clad figure in the center of the arena, their faces filled with disbelief.

An 18th-level Soul Grandmaster completely crushed and severely injured a 43rd-level Four-Ring Soul Ancestor!

In the luxurious VIP box on the top floor, Boss Zhao's wine glass suddenly froze, the scarlet liquid swirling slightly. The greed on his face solidified, replaced by shock and disbelief.

He never imagined that the Fiend Soul Ancestor, which he had spent a fortune to recruit, would be driven to such a desperate situation by this nine-year-old boy!

On the arena.

Bai Yushan slowly withdrew his finger, the lightning at his fingertip gradually receding, and the Lightning Armor on his body faded away.

His right arm ached and throbbed, and the meridians in his fingertips were severely damaged. The 100,000-volt current had overloaded and condensed, causing his body to suffer a strong backlash, and a trace of blood once again spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But he stood straight, his posture upright like a pine tree, without the slightest sign of weakness.

The eyes beneath the mask still shone with an astonishing brightness, their ferocious fighting spirit undiminished, only growing more intense.

He looked at Zhou Kuang, who was swaying and breathing heavily, and his voice was casual and cold, carrying extreme arrogance and swagger, clearly echoing throughout the dead silence of the boxing arena.

"I told you, you're nothing but a piece of trash in a worm's shell."

Provocation, brutal beating, and ultimate humiliation!

This duel was a one-sided crushing victory for Bai Yushan from beginning to end.

The deathly silence lasted only a moment. The next second, a deafening roar erupted throughout the entire boxing ring!

"Sea Tiger!! Sea Tiger!!"

"This is true invincibility!"

On the stands, countless well-dressed dignitaries completely shattered their usual decorum and restraint. They roared, shouted, and raised their arms wildly, their faces flushed red, their eyes surging with extreme fanaticism and excitement.

In this era of rigid social stratification, the powerful and wealthy possess wealth and status, and few things can stimulate their already numb senses.

They hold high positions and have no worries about food and clothing, but they are also bound by layers of rules, etiquette, and power, making their lives monotonous and boring.

Worldly wins and losses, deliberate performances, and scripted duels no longer concern them.

But Bai Yushan is different.

He was unrestrained and arrogant, using the weakest cultivation level and the most bizarre power to crush the high and mighty Soul Ancestor experts against all odds. His punches were brutal and his killing was straightforward, without any rules or pretense.

This kind of violent aesthetic that breaks through social hierarchies, subverts common sense, and is both savage and intense is the ultimate pleasure they can never experience in their daily lives.

Power is torn apart, rules are ignored, the weak defy the odds, and a mad youth overpowers his enemies.

Such a thrilling scene is enough to give anyone trapped in worldly constraints a long-lost sense of exhilaration.

This is precisely why Sea Tiger's name has become legendary in the underground boxing arena, and he is wildly admired and genuinely loved by countless people.

Inside the luxurious penthouse suite on the top floor.

A sharp, piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out!

Zhao Xiangxi clenched his fists tightly, crushing the expensive wine glass in his hand. The crimson wine dripped through his fingers, splashing onto his expensive custom-made suit, leaving him looking disheveled, but he was completely oblivious.

He stared intently at the tall, arrogant figure in white on the arena. The shock in his eyes faded completely, replaced by an intense gloom and greed. He clenched his teeth so tightly that his cheeks bulged slightly, and his face was as dark as the night sky before a storm.

Out of control, completely out of control.

The ace boxer he had spent a fortune to hire from afar, Zhou Kuang, a Soul Master who had dominated the underground boxing scene for ten years and killed countless people, was actually defeated by an unknown boy with only eighteen levels of Soul Power.