Konoha's Secret Taijutsu - One Thousand Years of Death

"Now, I officially declare this Soul Battle match, begin!"With the announcement from the host in the tuxedo, Dai Mubai could no longer suppress the killing intent boiling in his chest and was the first to make a move.

"White Tiger, possess!"

A strong, pale light suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Mubai extended his arms to both sides, puffed out his chest, and his bones crackled as his muscles swelled, stretching his clothes. Every muscle became highly defined under his clothes, and even the air around him seemed to grow agitated.

His once golden hair instantly turned black and white, with white being the dominant color, while a few strands of black stood out. Four faint lines appeared on his forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming the character "王" (King).

The most significant transformation was in his hands, which had grown to twice their original size. White fur covered his entire palms, and sharp claws, like short daggers, continuously extended and retracted from his fingertips, each claw about eight inches long, gleaming coldly.

Dai Mubai's upper body slowly bent forward, his four-pupiled eyes turning a deep, eerie blue, giving him the appearance of a killing machine.

Three shining rings of light rose from under his feet, two yellow and one purple, and as his soul power surged, it formed a wave-like pressure that swept across the arena.

Feeling the soul power pressing against him, Zong chuckled. "Such a showy guy."

"What's wrong? Not going to summon your martial soul?" Dai Mubai growled.

Zong shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, and said lightly, "Of course, if your strength is good enough."

"You're courting death!"

Being so blatantly underestimated, Dai Mubai felt utterly disrespected.

With a flash of evil light in his eyes, Dai Mubai raised his right fist and, with a forward dash, struck directly at Zong's chest. His movement was simple, without any fancy techniques, which slightly surprised Zong. The momentum of this punch had already reached its peak due to its sheer force and speed. It seemed Dai Mubai's combat experience was indeed rich.

Although Zong appeared nonchalant on the surface, he wasn't being careless. He circulated his Nine Yang Divine Soul Power, forming an invisible protective layer around his body. At the same time, he gathered soul power in his feet and, with a slight shift of his body, easily dodged Dai Mubai's attack.

Before Dai Mubai could react, Zong gathered soul power in his left hand and punched out, hitting Dai Mubai squarely in the back.

Dai Mubai was shocked. How was this guy so fast? Even Tang San couldn't match this speed!

With his old force gone and new force yet to come, Dai Mubai instinctively crossed his tiger claws in front of his chest to block the attack.

Boom!

The collision of two powerful forces caused a wave of energy to explode on the Soul Battle stage. The audience sitting nearby had their hair blown wildly by the energy wave.

The wave lasted only a moment, but Dai Mubai couldn't withstand it. His feet slid backward across the ground, retreating several dozen steps before he could stabilize himself, nearly falling off the stage.

"What kind of monster is this?" Ma Hongjun, sitting in the audience, exclaimed.

At first, seeing Dai Mubai charge at the opponent after his martial soul possession, with the opponent not even moving or summoning his martial soul, Ma Hongjun thought the guy was scared stiff. Who would have thought that the opponent was actually a formidable fighter, fast beyond belief, easily dodging Dai Mubai's punch and even counterattacking.

Oscar also nervously watched Dai Mubai, worried. "This Soul Battle won't be easy."

Zhu Zhuqing let out a sigh of relief, secretly rolling her eyes at Zong, thinking, "My little boyfriend, do you have to make me so nervous?"

Ning Rongrong, equally astonished, felt a sense of familiarity about "Uchiha Zong," the opponent fighting Dai Mubai, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.

Sitting next to Tang San, Meng Yiran frowned and said, "Little San, that guy is really strong. He hasn't even used his martial soul and yet made Dai Mubai look so pathetic."

Tang San's expression was serious as he kept his eyes fixed on Zong. "That damn guy has gotten even stronger," he thought.

Among the Shrek team, Tang San was the only one who truly understood Zong's strength. Even Zhu Zhuqing might not know as much as he did. Though they had met only once, six years ago in the Soul Beast Hunting Forest, the combat prowess and soul skills Zong displayed were flawless.

His teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had once said to him, "I've never seen a genius like Zong. He's practically born for battle. If you didn't have twin martial souls, the Soul Master world would belong to him."

Yu Xiaogang's praise for Zong hadn't initially caught Tang San's attention. After all, he had his Tang Sect martial arts, a master of theory guiding him, and twin martial souls with innate full soul power. He had reasons to be confident.

It wasn't until a few months before graduation, when news spread that Zong had broken through to the Soul Elder level, that Tang San truly recognized Zong's terror. After all, even he had only just reached level 29.

Yu Xiaogang had secretly tried several times to recruit Zong as a disciple, but Zong had declined each time.

"Zong," Tang San muttered through gritted teeth.

[Ding, Tang San's hatred value for the host has increased to 55%. Congratulations, host, for earning 500 hatred points.]

Hearing the doll-like voice in his mind, Zong's lips curled into a slight smile.

He murmured, "Oh? So Tang San is here too. It makes sense. If the Shrek people are here, he wouldn't have a reason not to be."

"How dare you lose focus while fighting me!" Dai Mubai roared.

Zong's earlier punch had been so powerful that Dai Mubai, even with his tiger claws in a defensive stance after his martial soul possession, had barely been able to block it. 

He thought he could use his superior strength to punish Zong for his arrogance. However, that punch was shockingly strong, far surpassing even the power of strength-based Soul Grandmasters he had fought before.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this guy?"

Even as he spoke, Dai Mubai charged again. With his martial soul possession, he seemed like a completely different person. As his white hair billowed behind him, his explosively powerful body quickly appeared in front of Zong once more.

His claws extended from all ten fingers, slashing at Zong's body.

But once again, Zong easily dodged. With soul power infused in his legs, his speed was terrifying. As Dai Mubai's claws fell, Zong's black silhouette vanished from his sight.

In the next moment, Zong reappeared behind Dai Mubai, his hands forming a tiger seal as he forcefully aimed at the most vulnerable spot of Dai Mubai's body — his rear.

"Konoha Secret Taijutsu: One Thousand Years of Death!"

Dai Mubai's face first turned pale, then showed a look of bliss. A strange sensation surged through his body, soft and tingling. However, it was soon replaced by intense pain, causing Dai Mubai to cry out in agony.

"Ahh!"

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