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Chapter 121
Chapter 121: I'll Shatter Your Bones
Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke up, saying, "Even if Dai Mubai doesn't use his Martial Soul and just suppresses him with soul power, and even with Aotian's rich combat experience, it's unlikely he'll be a match for Dai Mubai."
Although Zhu Zhuqing loathed Dai Mubai, she still stated her opinion objectively.
Just as she finished speaking, the battle began.
Dai Mubai stomped his right foot fiercely on the ground. The earth trembled and dust billowed. Propelled by his terrifying power, his body shot toward Aotian like a cannonball, leaving a trail of afterimages.
He drew his right arm back, clenching his fist, and a terrifying power converged along his entire arm. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Aotian.
A cold sneer appeared on Dai Mubai's face. His arm, which had grown extremely thick as power gathered within it, shot a fierce fist toward Aotian's chest.
In his view, defeating Aotian with a single move was the best way to deal the greatest blow and inflict the ultimate humiliation.
"Aotian is going to lose." This thought involuntarily surfaced in the minds of Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Oscar.
Tang San, however, watched Aotian's figure with a mixture of shock and doubt. He was very familiar with Aotian's confidence, which hadn't wavered in the slightest. Could he really have the certainty to defeat Dai Mubai?
A smile appeared on Aotian's face. The moment Dai Mubai threw his fist, Aotian threw his own—right fist against right fist.
Dai Mubai was stunned for a moment. His speed was extremely fast. In his mind, Aotian shouldn't have had time to react before his chest was struck, rendering him powerless.
But he never expected Aotian's reaction to be so quick, actually managing to track his attack and counter it.
"Then I'll cripple your arm first," the thought flashed through Dai Mubai's mind.
He had held back some of his power when aiming for Aotian's chest, but now that he was attacking Aotian's arm, he no longer held back. With the full support of his soul power, the might of this fist was even more terrifying.
The fists collided. Soul power surged, creating a powerful shockwave that blasted outward from the center of the fight.
Amidst the flying dust, Dai Mubai let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying backward at a speed even faster than his approach, soaring out of the clearing and into the Forest.
Ning Rongrong's and Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes widened in an instant, their mouths slowly falling open in utter disbelief.
"How is that possible?" Oscar was so shocked he cried out loud.
Tang San took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Aotian, you're still you, after all."
Xiao Wu was so excited she was about to jump for joy. She said smugly, "See? For Aotian, Dai Mubai can't even withstand a single blow."
Xiao Wu's voice echoed in Ning Rongrong's and Zhu Zhuqing's ears. The scene of Dai Mubai being sent flying replayed over and over in their minds, their thoughts almost grinding to a halt.
Aotian retracted his fist, standing tall and straight. The swirling dust couldn't get anywhere near him.
There was no movement from the part of the Forest where Dai Mubai had crashed.
Aotian's gaze pierced through the dust and fell upon Dai Mubai. He saw Dai Mubai hiding in the Forest, his face flushed crimson and his breathing heavy. His expression was first one of bewilderment, which then gradually turned to fury.
The sleeve of his right arm had been blasted to shreds in the earlier collision with Aotian. His entire arm trembled violently, the muscles on it on the verge of convulsing. Intense pain fueled his growing rage.
He had wanted to defeat Aotian with a commanding posture in front of the beautiful women, but he never imagined he would be sent flying by a single fist. An endless sense of humiliation filled Dai Mubai's heart, causing his eyes to gradually turn bloodshot.
"Roar!" Dai Mubai roared furiously and shot to his feet.
A powerful white light erupted from his body. His bones crackled and popped as his skeleton and muscles expanded at a visible rate.
His long golden hair instantly turned black and white, and the character for 'King' appeared on his forehead. His hands grew to twice their previous size, and from his ten fingers shot out dagger-like claws, emitting a cold, chilling light.
Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—rose from beneath his feet. The very air around him grew violent due to his Martial Soul Possession.
Dai Mubai walked out of the Forest step by step, each footfall causing the ground to tremble. At this moment, he had transformed into a killing machine, his entire body radiating an aura of slaughter.
This was the unique aura of the White Tiger Martial Soul; it was not for nothing that the White Tiger Martial Soul excelled at slaughter and destruction.
A powerful, oppressive aura burst forth from him. Of everyone present, besides Aotian and Gu Yuena, all felt suppressed. The lower their level, the more pronounced this feeling was.
Dai Mubai's eyes had turned a strange blue. He looked down condescendingly at Aotian before him and said, "I admit, I underestimated you. If I'm not mistaken, your Golden Dragon Martial Soul must be one that excels in the physical body, right? So even if you don't use your Martial Soul, your physical body's power is much higher than that of a Soul Master of the same rank.
"I may not be able to compare to you in power, but in terms of attack power, the White Tiger Martial Soul is second to none!
"So, I'll remind you one more time. If you don't use your Martial Soul, you won't have any chance at all."
Aotian suddenly began to clap, smiling. "As expected of an old fox from Shrek Academy, so good at making excuses for your failures. I wonder if you'll be able to find any other excuses after I defeat you again?"
Dai Mubai's expression turned incredibly grim. Without another word, he stomped toward Aotian.
He brandished his two giant claws, their nails like sharp blades, ready to tear Aotian to pieces.
"Sister Xiao Wu, aren't you worried?" Zhu Zhuqing asked hurriedly.
She knew how terrifying the White Tiger Martial Soul was. Dai Mubai had already used his Martial Soul, yet the arrogant Aotian still refused to use his own.
"No need to worry," Xiao Wu said with an air of nonchalant confidence.
While they spoke, Dai Mubai had already reached Aotian. Ten blades danced, sometimes clashing against each other with a clang, as they closed in to mangle Aotian.
To everyone except Gu Yuena and Xiao Wu, it seemed that Aotian's only option was to dodge.
If he dared to meet Dai Mubai's sharp claws with his own body again, he would likely be injured immediately.
Yet Aotian once again threw a fist. The sound of metal striking metal rang out, and cold glints flashed across the battlefield, scattering everywhere. A closer look revealed them to be sharp fragments of claws, which had actually been snapped by Aotian's fist.
Dai Mubai cried out in pain, his figure shooting backward, his feet carving two deep trenches in the ground.
As he neared the edge of the battlefield, he finally stabilized himself, but both his hands were trembling. On his ten fingers, the sharp claws were mostly broken, with only a few remaining.
Blood flowed from the broken claws, dripping onto the ground. An excruciating pain, as if his heart was being pierced, made Dai Mubai's brows furrow tightly, and he almost couldn't stop himself from crying out.
His face burned as if on fire. He had never been so humiliated, being suppressed again and again by someone of a lower level.
"I'm done playing with you," Aotian's voice rang out as he charged toward Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai roared in fury, opening his mouth. A milky-white light orb shot out from his mouth, flying toward the approaching Aotian.
It was his second soul skill, White Tiger Violent Light Wave, a long-range attack with an explosive effect and astonishing power.
"Break!" Aotian uttered lightly, still throwing a single fist. The milky-white light orb exploded violently, emitting an intense light, as if a sun had detonated on Aotian's fist.
Zhu Zhuqing and the others couldn't help but squint. Although the bright light was blinding, they desperately wanted to see the situation on the battlefield.
Aotian passed through the intense light, completely unscathed, which caused Dai Mubai's expression to change drastically, his heart growing heavy uncontrollably.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!" he roared, and his body once again underwent an astonishing change.
The moment his third soul ring activated, the air around Dai Mubai began to distort. His body, already robust from the Martial Soul Possession, expanded once more. The muscles on his body swelled into terrifying contours, and his shirt could no longer withstand the pressure, bursting apart.
Numerous black horizontal stripes appeared on his upper body, as terrifying as a tiger's pelt. The few remaining claws on his hands turned a bright silver, becoming even harder and sharper than before.
An intense golden light erupted from within him, enveloping his body, its berserk aura unsettling.
All these astonishing changes were completed in an instant. The sharp claws slashed toward Aotian, who had already arrived before him.
At this very moment, Dai Mubai threw all shame and anger to the back of his mind. In this situation, if he still didn't understand how terrifying Aotian's strength was, he would be a fool.
He understood that he had to use his full strength to have any chance of turning the tables and achieving victory.
"Evil Eye White Tiger, hehe." Aotian's voice drifted into Dai Mubai's ears. Then came the same fist, colliding with Dai Mubai's claws.
Clang, clang, clang... The claws, now harder and sharper than before, were shattered once again, the fragments flying in all directions and embedding themselves deep into trees, rocks, and the soil.
Neither of them spoke again. Aotian delivered punch after punch, and with each one that landed on Dai Mubai, the sound of breaking bones echoed, making one's hair stand on end.
Dai Mubai finally couldn't help but let out a pained scream. His first soul ring lit up, forming a white light barrier around him.
This was his defensive soul skill, the White Tiger Protective Barrier, capable of blocking external attacks.
However, the White Tiger Protective Barrier was shattered by Aotian's fist the moment it formed.
At this moment, Dai Mubai was like a sandbag, completely powerless before Aotian. The bones in his arms had been shattered inch by inch, nearly all his ribs were broken, and then came his legs...
Apart from a few vital points, his entire body had been practically dismantled by Aotian.
The crushing beatdown didn't last long, because Dai Mubai was already completely defenseless. His Martial Soul was even beaten until it automatically disintegrated.
With most of the bones in his body shattered, the pain almost made Dai Mubai pass out.
He lay on the ground, twitching all over. Besides his head, which could still turn, it was difficult to move any other part of his body.
He stared with vacant eyes at the youth looking down on him, an endless chill rising in his heart.
In Aotian's eyes, he saw an indifference to life and utter disdain for him.
At this moment, Dai Mubai could no longer muster a trace of anger. There was only fear and shame.
"Dai Mubai, the Evil Eye White Tiger. Are you really that strong?" Aotian said flatly, then turned and walked away.
Oscar snapped out of his daze and yelled, "Boss Dai."
Then he ran frantically toward Dai Mubai.
(end of chapter)
Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke up, saying, "Even if Dai Mubai doesn't use his Martial Soul and just suppresses him with soul power, and even with Aotian's rich combat experience, it's unlikely he'll be a match for Dai Mubai."
Although Zhu Zhuqing loathed Dai Mubai, she still stated her opinion objectively.
Just as she finished speaking, the battle began.
Dai Mubai stomped his right foot fiercely on the ground. The earth trembled and dust billowed. Propelled by his terrifying power, his body shot toward Aotian like a cannonball, leaving a trail of afterimages.
He drew his right arm back, clenching his fist, and a terrifying power converged along his entire arm. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Aotian.
A cold sneer appeared on Dai Mubai's face. His arm, which had grown extremely thick as power gathered within it, shot a fierce fist toward Aotian's chest.
In his view, defeating Aotian with a single move was the best way to deal the greatest blow and inflict the ultimate humiliation.
"Aotian is going to lose." This thought involuntarily surfaced in the minds of Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Oscar.
Tang San, however, watched Aotian's figure with a mixture of shock and doubt. He was very familiar with Aotian's confidence, which hadn't wavered in the slightest. Could he really have the certainty to defeat Dai Mubai?
A smile appeared on Aotian's face. The moment Dai Mubai threw his fist, Aotian threw his own—right fist against right fist.
Dai Mubai was stunned for a moment. His speed was extremely fast. In his mind, Aotian shouldn't have had time to react before his chest was struck, rendering him powerless.
But he never expected Aotian's reaction to be so quick, actually managing to track his attack and counter it.
"Then I'll cripple your arm first," the thought flashed through Dai Mubai's mind.
He had held back some of his power when aiming for Aotian's chest, but now that he was attacking Aotian's arm, he no longer held back. With the full support of his soul power, the might of this fist was even more terrifying.
The fists collided. Soul power surged, creating a powerful shockwave that blasted outward from the center of the fight.
Amidst the flying dust, Dai Mubai let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying backward at a speed even faster than his approach, soaring out of the clearing and into the Forest.
Ning Rongrong's and Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes widened in an instant, their mouths slowly falling open in utter disbelief.
"How is that possible?" Oscar was so shocked he cried out loud.
Tang San took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Aotian, you're still you, after all."
Xiao Wu was so excited she was about to jump for joy. She said smugly, "See? For Aotian, Dai Mubai can't even withstand a single blow."
Xiao Wu's voice echoed in Ning Rongrong's and Zhu Zhuqing's ears. The scene of Dai Mubai being sent flying replayed over and over in their minds, their thoughts almost grinding to a halt.
Aotian retracted his fist, standing tall and straight. The swirling dust couldn't get anywhere near him.
There was no movement from the part of the Forest where Dai Mubai had crashed.
Aotian's gaze pierced through the dust and fell upon Dai Mubai. He saw Dai Mubai hiding in the Forest, his face flushed crimson and his breathing heavy. His expression was first one of bewilderment, which then gradually turned to fury.
The sleeve of his right arm had been blasted to shreds in the earlier collision with Aotian. His entire arm trembled violently, the muscles on it on the verge of convulsing. Intense pain fueled his growing rage.
He had wanted to defeat Aotian with a commanding posture in front of the beautiful women, but he never imagined he would be sent flying by a single fist. An endless sense of humiliation filled Dai Mubai's heart, causing his eyes to gradually turn bloodshot.
"Roar!" Dai Mubai roared furiously and shot to his feet.
A powerful white light erupted from his body. His bones crackled and popped as his skeleton and muscles expanded at a visible rate.
His long golden hair instantly turned black and white, and the character for 'King' appeared on his forehead. His hands grew to twice their previous size, and from his ten fingers shot out dagger-like claws, emitting a cold, chilling light.
Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—rose from beneath his feet. The very air around him grew violent due to his Martial Soul Possession.
Dai Mubai walked out of the Forest step by step, each footfall causing the ground to tremble. At this moment, he had transformed into a killing machine, his entire body radiating an aura of slaughter.
This was the unique aura of the White Tiger Martial Soul; it was not for nothing that the White Tiger Martial Soul excelled at slaughter and destruction.
A powerful, oppressive aura burst forth from him. Of everyone present, besides Aotian and Gu Yuena, all felt suppressed. The lower their level, the more pronounced this feeling was.
Dai Mubai's eyes had turned a strange blue. He looked down condescendingly at Aotian before him and said, "I admit, I underestimated you. If I'm not mistaken, your Golden Dragon Martial Soul must be one that excels in the physical body, right? So even if you don't use your Martial Soul, your physical body's power is much higher than that of a Soul Master of the same rank.
"I may not be able to compare to you in power, but in terms of attack power, the White Tiger Martial Soul is second to none!
"So, I'll remind you one more time. If you don't use your Martial Soul, you won't have any chance at all."
Aotian suddenly began to clap, smiling. "As expected of an old fox from Shrek Academy, so good at making excuses for your failures. I wonder if you'll be able to find any other excuses after I defeat you again?"
Dai Mubai's expression turned incredibly grim. Without another word, he stomped toward Aotian.
He brandished his two giant claws, their nails like sharp blades, ready to tear Aotian to pieces.
"Sister Xiao Wu, aren't you worried?" Zhu Zhuqing asked hurriedly.
She knew how terrifying the White Tiger Martial Soul was. Dai Mubai had already used his Martial Soul, yet the arrogant Aotian still refused to use his own.
"No need to worry," Xiao Wu said with an air of nonchalant confidence.
While they spoke, Dai Mubai had already reached Aotian. Ten blades danced, sometimes clashing against each other with a clang, as they closed in to mangle Aotian.
To everyone except Gu Yuena and Xiao Wu, it seemed that Aotian's only option was to dodge.
If he dared to meet Dai Mubai's sharp claws with his own body again, he would likely be injured immediately.
Yet Aotian once again threw a fist. The sound of metal striking metal rang out, and cold glints flashed across the battlefield, scattering everywhere. A closer look revealed them to be sharp fragments of claws, which had actually been snapped by Aotian's fist.
Dai Mubai cried out in pain, his figure shooting backward, his feet carving two deep trenches in the ground.
As he neared the edge of the battlefield, he finally stabilized himself, but both his hands were trembling. On his ten fingers, the sharp claws were mostly broken, with only a few remaining.
Blood flowed from the broken claws, dripping onto the ground. An excruciating pain, as if his heart was being pierced, made Dai Mubai's brows furrow tightly, and he almost couldn't stop himself from crying out.
His face burned as if on fire. He had never been so humiliated, being suppressed again and again by someone of a lower level.
"I'm done playing with you," Aotian's voice rang out as he charged toward Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai roared in fury, opening his mouth. A milky-white light orb shot out from his mouth, flying toward the approaching Aotian.
It was his second soul skill, White Tiger Violent Light Wave, a long-range attack with an explosive effect and astonishing power.
"Break!" Aotian uttered lightly, still throwing a single fist. The milky-white light orb exploded violently, emitting an intense light, as if a sun had detonated on Aotian's fist.
Zhu Zhuqing and the others couldn't help but squint. Although the bright light was blinding, they desperately wanted to see the situation on the battlefield.
Aotian passed through the intense light, completely unscathed, which caused Dai Mubai's expression to change drastically, his heart growing heavy uncontrollably.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!" he roared, and his body once again underwent an astonishing change.
The moment his third soul ring activated, the air around Dai Mubai began to distort. His body, already robust from the Martial Soul Possession, expanded once more. The muscles on his body swelled into terrifying contours, and his shirt could no longer withstand the pressure, bursting apart.
Numerous black horizontal stripes appeared on his upper body, as terrifying as a tiger's pelt. The few remaining claws on his hands turned a bright silver, becoming even harder and sharper than before.
An intense golden light erupted from within him, enveloping his body, its berserk aura unsettling.
All these astonishing changes were completed in an instant. The sharp claws slashed toward Aotian, who had already arrived before him.
At this very moment, Dai Mubai threw all shame and anger to the back of his mind. In this situation, if he still didn't understand how terrifying Aotian's strength was, he would be a fool.
He understood that he had to use his full strength to have any chance of turning the tables and achieving victory.
"Evil Eye White Tiger, hehe." Aotian's voice drifted into Dai Mubai's ears. Then came the same fist, colliding with Dai Mubai's claws.
Clang, clang, clang... The claws, now harder and sharper than before, were shattered once again, the fragments flying in all directions and embedding themselves deep into trees, rocks, and the soil.
Neither of them spoke again. Aotian delivered punch after punch, and with each one that landed on Dai Mubai, the sound of breaking bones echoed, making one's hair stand on end.
Dai Mubai finally couldn't help but let out a pained scream. His first soul ring lit up, forming a white light barrier around him.
This was his defensive soul skill, the White Tiger Protective Barrier, capable of blocking external attacks.
However, the White Tiger Protective Barrier was shattered by Aotian's fist the moment it formed.
At this moment, Dai Mubai was like a sandbag, completely powerless before Aotian. The bones in his arms had been shattered inch by inch, nearly all his ribs were broken, and then came his legs...
Apart from a few vital points, his entire body had been practically dismantled by Aotian.
The crushing beatdown didn't last long, because Dai Mubai was already completely defenseless. His Martial Soul was even beaten until it automatically disintegrated.
With most of the bones in his body shattered, the pain almost made Dai Mubai pass out.
He lay on the ground, twitching all over. Besides his head, which could still turn, it was difficult to move any other part of his body.
He stared with vacant eyes at the youth looking down on him, an endless chill rising in his heart.
In Aotian's eyes, he saw an indifference to life and utter disdain for him.
At this moment, Dai Mubai could no longer muster a trace of anger. There was only fear and shame.
"Dai Mubai, the Evil Eye White Tiger. Are you really that strong?" Aotian said flatly, then turned and walked away.
Oscar snapped out of his daze and yelled, "Boss Dai."
Then he ran frantically toward Dai Mubai.
(end of chapter)
