"Now, I declare this Soul Fighting Match officially open."
As the host in the tuxedo announced the start of the match, Dai Mubai could no longer contain the murderous aura surging within him and
made the first move. "White Tiger, Possess." A layer of intense pale white light suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Mubai stretched his arms out to the sides simultaneously, his chest puffed out, his bones cracking and his muscles bulging, straining against his clothes. Every muscle became extremely prominent beneath his clothes, and even the air around him seemed to become turbulent.
His once golden hair instantly turned black and white, with white making up the majority and a few strands of black hair standing out prominently. Four faint lines appeared on his forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming the character "王" (king).
His hands underwent the most dramatic change, more than doubling in size. White fur covered his entire palms, and with each flick of his fingers, short, dagger-like claws constantly emerged and retracted from his hands. Each claw was like a blade, a full eight inches long. A chilling, eerie light gleamed.
Dai Mubai slowly leaned forward, his four pupils turning a deep, dark blue, giving him the aura of a killing machine.
Beneath his feet, three shimmering halos rose in succession, two yellow and one purple. As the halos swirled, surging soul power formed a wave of pressure that crashed down.
Sensing the overwhelming soul power, the zuzong smiled. "You really are a bluffer."
"What? Aren't you going to summon your martial soul?" Dai Mubai roared.
The zuzong shook his head, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and said calmly, "Of course, if your strength is sufficient."
"You're courting death." The other party's blatant disregard for him was utterly contemptible.
A wicked glint flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes, and his right fist suddenly rose, accompanied by a forward lunge, striking directly at the zu zong's chest. His movements were simple, without any frills, and the zu zong's face showed a slight surprise. Because the opponent's punch had instantly reached its peak in power and speed. It seems Dai Mubai has a wealth of combat experience!
Although the zuzong outwardly appeared unconcerned, he wasn't careless at all. He activated his Nine Yang Divine Skill, creating an imperceptible protective layer of soul power around his body. Simultaneously, soul power gathered beneath his feet, and with a mere shift in his body, he easily dodged Dai Mubai's attack.
The next moment, before Dai Mubai could react, he gathered soul power in his left hand and threw a punch, aiming directly at Dai Mubai's back.
Dai Mubai was taken aback. What kind of reaction speed was this? Even Tang San, whom he had fought before, was far inferior! The old power was gone, and the new power hadn't arrived yet. But Dai Mubai was, after all, a person with rich combat experience. Sensing the danger, he quickly turned around and instinctively raised his two tiger paws to block in front of his chest.
"Bang~"
The two powerful forces clashed, and a wave of soul power exploded in the arena. The hair of the spectators who were close by was blown wildly by the shockwave.
The shockwave only lasted for a moment before Dai Mubai couldn't withstand it. His feet slid along the ground, and he stumbled back dozens of steps before regaining his balance, nearly falling off the stage.
"What kind of monster is this?" Ma Hongjun, sitting in the audience, exclaimed in surprise.
At first, when he saw Dai Mubai attack after activating his martial spirit, Dai Mubai didn't move at all, not even using his martial spirit. Ma Hongjun assumed that Dai Mubai was scared out of his wits. Who would have thought that he had encountered a ruthless opponent, whose speed was ridiculously fast, easily dodging Dai Mubai's punches. And he even had the strength to counterattack.
Oscar was also secretly sweating for Dai Mubai, "It seems that this battle of spirits will not be easy!"
Zhu Zhuqing breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help rolling her eyes at the clan leader in her heart, thinking, "My little boyfriend, do you have to play heart-pounding games with me?"
Ning Rongrong was also very shocked, but she had more doubts in her heart. She felt that she had seen this "Uchiha clan" classmate who was fighting Dai Mubai somewhere before, but she just couldn't remember.
Sitting next to Tang San, Meng Yiran frowned slightly and said to him, "Little San, that person is amazing. He beat Dai Mubai into a sorry state before even using his spirit."
Tang San's expression was very solemn, his eyes fixed on the zuzong. He thought to himself, "That damned guy has gotten stronger again, damn it."
Among the Shrek Seven Devils, Tang San was the only one who truly understood the zu zong's strength; even Zhu Zhuqing might not know as much as he did. Although he had only seen the zuzong fight six years ago in the Soul Split Forest, the combat skills and power of his spirit skills displayed at that time were absolutely impeccable.
His teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had once told him, "I have never seen a genius like the zuzong. He is simply a genius spirit master born for battle. If you, Little San, didn't have a second spirit, the spirit master world might belong to him in the future."
Yu Xiaogang's high praise for the zuzong initially didn't attract much attention from Tang San. He possessed the unique skills of the Tang Sect, had a dedicated theoretical master to guide him, and was born with twin martial souls full of innate soul power, so he had the qualifications.
It wasn't until a few months before graduation that news spread that the zuzong had broken through to the Soul Venerable level, that he truly realized how terrifying the zuzong was, because even he himself had only just broken through to level 29.
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Therefore, Yu Xiaogang had secretly tried to take the zuzong as his disciple many times, but was refused by the other party.
"zuzong." Tang San gritted his teeth and said.
[Ding, Tang San's hatred value towards the host has increased to 55%. Congratulations to the host for gaining 500 hatred points.]
Hearing the baby voice in his mind, the zuzong lips curled into a slight smile.
He muttered, "Oh? It seems that Tang San has also come to the Soul Arena. Come to think of it, the Shrek Academy people are all here, there is no reason for him not to come."
"Outrageous, he dares to be distracted while fighting me." Dai Mubai roared.
The zuzong previous punch was simply powerful and heavy. He thought that he could easily block the opponent's attack by using the tiger palm block after the martial soul was attached, and then give the opponent a heavy blow, letting him know the consequences of arrogance. He never expected that the power of that punch was terrifying, even the strength-type battle soul master he had fought before could not compare.
"Damn it, what kind of monster is this guy?"
As he spoke, Dai Mubai moved again. After being possessed by his Martial Soul, he seemed to have become a completely different person. The moment his white hair began to flutter, his body, brimming with explosive power, was already in front of the Clan Master.
Claws attached to his ten fingers simultaneously shot out, grabbing at the Clan Master's body.
But unsurprisingly, the zuzong dodged again. With his legs imbued with soul power, the zuzong's speed was terrifying. The moment Dai Mubai's claw shadow landed, the zuzong's black figure vanished before his eyes.
The next moment, the zuzong reappeared, already behind Dai Mubai. He formed a tiger seal with his hands and forcefully thrust towards Dai Mubai's anus—the vital point of his soul power.
"Konoha Hidden Body Technique: Thousand-Year Kill!"
Dai Mubai's face first turned pale, then he revealed an expression of ecstasy. He felt a tingling, soft sensation all over his body, an indescribable pleasure. Immediately afterward, a sharp pain struck, and Dai Mubai couldn't help but scream.
"Ah!"