Miserable Dai Mubai

"Ugh…" The once rowdy Great Spirit Arena suddenly fell silent. Everyone's gaze was focused on the number 7 ring. Even the participants in neighboring matches were drawn in by the audience's reactions and stopped to look over.

It seemed like everyone's jaws were about to hit the floor in shock, and their minds were blown to pieces.

After the shock came bursts of uncontrollable laughter, "Hahaha…"

Among the Shrek group, Ning Rongrong laughed the hardest. As a seasoned teller of dirty jokes, Ning Rongrong showed none of the shyness of a pure-hearted girl like Zhu Zhuqing. She kept slapping Oscar's shoulder while laughing so hard she cried, "—Hahaha—Oscar, look, you have to see this—Dai Mubai got—hahaha—where did this masked guy even come from—hahaha—"

Oscar also twitched at the corners of his mouth, feeling a mix of sympathy for Dai Mubai and a strange sense of joy from being hit by Ning Rongrong.

Ma Hongjun's butt clenched in response, and he instinctively copied Dai Mubai by covering his own.

Zhu Zhuqing massaged her temples. Though she seemed helpless, the slight curve of her lips showed her inner amusement.

As for Tang San, he immediately covered his girlfriend Meng Yiran's eyes, while his mouth twitched. He grew more wary of Zong. "That brat never plays by the rules. He was like this as a kid, and he's still like this now."

Looking at Dai Mubai lying on the ground, clutching his backside in agony, Zong couldn't help but marvel at the power of the "One Thousand Years of Death" technique. It could incapacitate a Soul Elder in such a short time.

Zong didn't take advantage of the situation, though. He said casually, "Hey, hey, Evil-Eyed White Tiger, can you still fight? If not, the referee's about to declare me the winner."

He turned his gaze toward the referee.

Feeling Zong's eyes on him, the middle-aged man in a tailcoat subconsciously clutched his own behind, his non-microphone hand moving in reflex. Awkwardly, he spoke up, "Ahem, Evil-Eyed White Tiger contestant, if you can't stand up, I'll declare Uchiha Zong the winner."

Dai Mubai, who was still caught between pain and an odd sensation of pleasure, groaned inwardly. Today, he had truly lost face. If he surrendered now, there wouldn't even be a chance to save his pride. However, if he stood up and defeated his opponent, he could both vent his anger and regain some dignity.

With a deep frown, Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand.

"You brat, all you know are cheap tricks. Dare to fight me head-on?" Dai Mubai snarled.

Zong chuckled and replied calmly, "If that's what you want, just don't regret it later."

Dai Mubai had never been known for his patience, but his competitive spirit was strong. He had implied that he wanted Zong to use his martial spirit and that he would wait, but his humiliation and pride now urged him to act.

A powerful white light suddenly erupted from Dai Mubai. His Evil Eyes turned completely white, and the first of his three soul rings radiated with a bright light, forming a white shield around him.

Immediately after, his second soul ring lit up as well. A massive surge of white energy gathered, and with a tiger's roar, Dai Mubai spat out a ball of milky-white light.

Dai Mubai's first two soul skills were White Tiger Barrier and White Tiger Light Wave. Now, unleashed together, they demonstrated terrifying power.

Zong murmured softly, "A white barrier to enhance and protect himself, and a milky white energy ball for long-range attacks, huh? A decent combination of offense and defense. But—"

Zong raised his right hand slowly, "Blue Silver Grass—Activate."

In the next moment, deep blue light surged as a cluster of Blue Silver Emperor vines sprouted from his palm. Each vine was as thick as a child's arm and covered in intricate patterns. These were no ordinary leaves; they resembled blades, shimmering with a cold, deadly gleam.

This time, Zong wasn't using the Blue Silver Emperor in its basic form, like when he fought Dugu Yan. Instead, he employed the sharp state granted by his second soul ring. For the stubborn Dai Mubai, a little lesson was in order.

Milky white light radiated from Zong's body as the Blue Silver Emperor vines expanded, quickly growing as thick as a bowl. Like living serpents, they coiled around Zong's body, their surface glowing faintly with mystical energy.

Two yellow and one purple, Zong's three soul rings rose from his feet, spinning around him.

At the same time, Zong activated his Nine Yang Divine Skill, channeling soul power into the Blue Silver Emperor vines. The vines shot toward the incoming White Tiger Light Wave like arrows.

Infused with Zong's superior soul power, the Blue Silver Emperor quickly shattered the White Tiger Light Wave. Before Dai Mubai could react, the bladed vines spiraled toward him.

There was no suspense. The Blue Silver Emperor vines, imbued with the power of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, pierced through Dai Mubai's White Tiger Barrier. The sharp blades dug half an inch into his flesh.

Dai Mubai's white outfit was stained red with blood, his body battered and gasping for breath. This was even after Zong had deliberately avoided hitting any vital areas.

Zong spoke calmly, "Little White Tiger, do you surrender?"

The Shrek members in the audience were stunned by Dai Mubai's miserable state. Even Ning Rongrong, who often clashed with him, couldn't help but feel worried.

Meng Yiran asked Tang San, "Little San, is that really Blue Silver Grass? Even your Blue Silver Grass…"

Realizing her mistake, Meng Yiran trailed off.

Tang San gently took her hand and said softly, "You don't have to comfort me. Right now, he is stronger than me."

There was one thing he didn't say aloud: it was only true as long as he didn't use his hidden weapons and second martial spirit. Tang San was confident that when he went all out, no one his age could beat him.

"Do you think Dai Mubai will…" Meng Yiran asked anxiously. Despite her dislike for Dai Mubai, he was still a fellow academy member.

Tang San shook his head. From the beginning, he had used his Purple Demon Eyes, and he could tell that Zong had held back. Although Dai Mubai looked terrible, his injuries were only superficial. With a few of Oscar's healing sausages, he would recover quickly.

"Boss Dai, just give up already! Stop fighting—" ×2

Oscar and Ma Hongjun shouted loudly. The masked guy was just too terrifying. Could a Soul Elder really be this strong? They would believe it if someone told them he was a Soul Sect or even a Soul King.

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