The instant he made contact,
Dai Mubai's expression turned somewhat ugly. He had to admit that he had underestimated his opponent. This youth before him, who looked a few years younger, possessed strength far beyond what he had imagined.
"Want to continue?" Tang San asked calmly.
Dai Mubai's evil eyes narrowed. "Of course. Fine, you forced me to use my Soul Power. I've already lost this bout. However, without having a proper match with you, how could I be satisfied? No matter how the subsequent matches turn out, I'll give you this room for today."
What gleamed in Dai Mubai's evil eyes was not anger or hatred, but a unique light. If one had to describe it with words, the idiom "excited by the prospect of the hunt" might be the most fitting. His gaze at that moment was like that of someone beholding a peerless beauty. His shoulders gave a slight shrug, and he raised both arms.
Tang San's eyes also began to brighten gradually. He realized that the Dai Mubai before him was no longer the same. If previously he had been coldly dismissive, then now, his entire being radiated a burning fighting spirit.
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His head of golden hair instantly became a mix of black and white, with white dominating. A few strands of black hair stood out distinctly within it. Four faint lines emerged on his forehead—three horizontal and one vertical—forming the character "King."
His hands underwent the greatest change, expanding to nearly twice their previous size. White fur covered the entire palm, and as his ten fingers flexed, dagger-like claws repeatedly shot out from and retracted into his hand. Each claw was like a blade's edge, at least eight inches long, gleaming with a chilling, sinister light.
Dai Mubai slowly bent his upper body forward, all four pupils in his eyes turning into a deep, profound azure blue. The impression he gave was that of a killing machine.
Beneath his feet, three shimmering Soul Rings rose one after another, silently ascending—two yellow, one purple. As the Soul Rings circulated, the surging Soul Power formed a wave-like pressure that crashed forward.
"A thousand-year Soul Ring!"
In the Soul Rings, white represented ten years, yellow represented a hundred years, and purple represented a thousand years. The young man before them, called Dai Mubai, actually possessed three Soul Rings already, and one of them was a thousand-year existence. It was worth noting that he only appeared three or four years older than Tang San and Xiao Wu on the surface.
Three Soul Rings indicated that Dai Mubai's level was at least above thirty, meaning he was a Soul Venerable—a Battle Soul Venerable with a powerful Beast Martial Soul at that.
"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Soul Venerable. Please instruct me." Amidst his imposing and domineering aura, Dai Mubai announced his Martial Soul and level, which signified a formal challenge.
Under the immense pressure, Tang San also began to change. A hidden surge of violent impulse within him gradually surfaced, and his eyes were veiled by a faint purple hue as he slowly raised his right hand.
Deep blue light surged abruptly, and a cluster of deep blue grass sprouted from his palm. Each blade looked delicate, but they were covered with serpentine patterns. The blades were no longer flat but cylindrical. Upon close inspection, one could clearly see tiny, dense thorns covering them.
A milky-white light emanated from Tang San's body, and as if stimulated by something, the deep blue grass blades rapidly enlarged, becoming as thick as a person's arm in the blink of an eye, resembling vines. Black serpentine patterns glowed faintly, moving with agile grace like dozens of large snakes coiling around Tang San's body.
Two yellow Soul Rings rose simultaneously from beneath Tang San's feet, orbiting his body.
"Tang San, Martial Soul:
Dai Mubai's eyebrows, which had turned white like his hair, twitched slightly. "Your Martial Soul is just Blue Silver Grass?"
Tang San recited the Great Master's original words: "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."
Dai Mubai was the second-strongest Martial Soul Tang San had encountered since entering the Nuoding Junior Soul Academy. Only the Academy's former headmaster had demonstrated the strength of a Level 42 Tool Soul Ancestor when he helped Tang San obtain his second Soul Ring at the Great Master's invitation. But that headmaster was already over fifty years old, while the Dai Mubai before him was probably only sixteen or seventeen.
No wonder, no wonder he had been at a disadvantage in their first collision despite relying on his strength, internal energy, and the
This person could be said to be the most formidable opponent Tang San had ever faced. Tang San knew very well the difference a single Soul Ring made, especially when the opponent's third Soul Ring was of the thousand-year level. The attributes and skills it conferred were not something his two rings could contend with. Tang San had no certainty in this fight. Perhaps only by unleashing his most secret ability could he hope to fight on equal terms.
"Well said, there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. Then let me see what is so special about your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
Dai Mubai moved. After Martial Soul Possession, he seemed to have transformed into an entirely different person. The white hair had barely begun to float when his body, crackling with explosive power, was already in front of Tang San.
The claws attached to all ten fingers of both hands shot out simultaneously, aiming to seize Tang San's body.
(End of Chapter)