Under the transformation of the White Tiger Vajra, Dai Mubai's aura surged. His golden hair turned white, and golden light burst out from beneath his mask—he looked like a god of war bathed in golden radiance!
The chubby and skinny brothers were startled. The short, stocky soul master shouted, "Bro! Get back!"
"Hah! You think he can?"
There was no way Dai Mubai would let the meat that had reached his lips escape. Before the tall, thin soul master could react, Dai Mubai's second soul skill—White Tiger Fierce Light Wave—was already fired like lightning. It moved so fast that the audience below could only see a golden flash!
The tall soul master barely managed to raise his shield before the beam struck!
"Now! Second move!"
Boom!
As Dai Mubai called out, the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave slammed into the shield. What seemed like an unbreakable defense shattered like paper. Had the short, chubby brother not reacted in time and blocked for his sibling, the tall one might have been seriously injured from that single strike!
Even so, the two were blasted to the edge of the arena.
"Now, for the third move!"
Normally, Dai Mubai might leave a sliver of hope for his opponents, but not today. With a wager on the line and a strong desire to redeem himself, he couldn't afford to be careless. Without giving the brothers any breathing room, he slashed the air with his tiger claws—and two short golden halberds materialized from thin air.
This was a soul skill Dai Mubai had created himself, combining Han Feng's Sunfire and his own second soul skill under the Grandmaster's guidance—Gengjin Heavenly Fiend Halberd.
The White Tiger's path is one of ferocity, aligned with the metal element. This skill was the crystallization of Dai Mubai's strength, his most powerful offensive technique!
"Third Soul Skill—Shell Retreat!"
The stocky soul master was terrified, but as a seasoned fighter in the Great Spirit Arena, he wasn't helpless. In that critical moment, he activated his third soul skill.
Watching from the stands, Han Feng saw the brothers choose defense over evasion and chuckled lightly. He turned and walked toward the registration booth.
Boom!
As expected, a loud explosion rocked the arena. The brothers were blown out of the battlefield, knocked unconscious on the spot.
The host quickly announced the Twin Kill Duo as the winners. Dai Mubai stepped down from the stage without changing expression. Only when he reached the tunnel entrance did his body falter—he nearly collapsed. A dark shadow flashed by, and Zhu Zhuqing appeared out of nowhere to catch him.
"You forced yourself even though your soul power is already depleted?"
Dai Mubai wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Zhu Zhuqing's voice seemed to carry a hint of reproach?
Remembering the info Ning Rongrong had exchanged with him a few days ago, Dai Mubai gave a sheepish laugh. He didn't dare flirt this time and changed the subject awkwardly, "Where's Fengzi?"
Winning Zhu Zhuqing's heart wasn't something to be rushed—it would come from small moments, and Dai Mubai had taken that to heart.
"I just saw Han Feng head toward the registration desk… I heard from Xiao Wu that you two teamed up—why do you look like such a mess? Was your opponent that strong?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, frowning in confusion.
After all, she had just seen Han Feng earlier, and he didn't look injured at all.
Dai Mubai grinned but didn't answer. Seeing this, Ning Rongrong grew annoyed. Just then, Ma Hongjun and the others arrived. Oscar ran over and exclaimed like a fanboy:
"Boss Dai! That was awesome! Two versus one, and you made it look effortless! If someone didn't know better, they'd think a Soul King was bullying a couple of Soul Elders!"
Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes—this guy had clearly thrown away his dignity to curry favor.
Dai Mubai ignored Oscar and asked the others, "How long did I take?"
Ma Hongjun instantly caught on and exaggerated: "One minute and fifty-four seconds! You only took one minute and fifty-four seconds! Han Feng's definitely screwed!"
Hearing his time, Dai Mubai's eyes lit up with excitement. Oblivious to Zhu Zhuqing's slightly disdainful gaze, he clenched his fist and declared, "Starting today, I only wear white socks!"
Men are boys until death.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong exchanged puzzled glances. Tang San, standing off to the side, understood—though that was from a long time ago. He could only give a wry smile, unwilling to recall those embarrassing memories.
Tang San was sure: ten or twenty years from now, Dai Mubai would be utterly mortified remembering what he just said.
"What's this got to do with Han Feng?" Ning Rongrong asked in confusion, sensing some weird competition.
Xiao Wu rolled her eyes and explained the bet between Dai Mubai and Han Feng to the two girls. At the end, she added, "You probably can't relate, right? Fighting two opponents at once just to avoid washing socks? With their status and stipend from Spirit Hall, they could afford a new pair every day!"
Zhu Zhuqing stifled the urge to roast him, gave Dai Mubai a glance, and muttered: "Childish."
Ning Rongrong also had an odd expression. Though she didn't want to badmouth Han Feng, she could only force out: "Maybe… this is just one of those guy things…"
"You don't get it!" Dai Mubai blushed, frustrated. "It's not about washing socks—it's about who has to wash the socks! You didn't see Han Feng's smug face when he made me wash his before!"
"Isn't that the same thing?" Xiao Wu raised her brow, not backing down.
"You don't understand a thing! You've got carrots for brains!"
"And I've got San-ge in there too!" Xiao Wu retorted confidently, hugging Tang San's arm.
Smack!
Dai Mubai got hit with a mouthful of dog food and grimaced. He had no comeback.
"Next up… will the Twin Kill Duo and the Battle Maniacs please take the stage!"
The announcer's voice cut in, sounding hesitant. After all, it was rare—if not unheard of—for a team to request a second fight immediately after finishing one!
"Go, Boss Dai! Let's go!"
Ma Hongjun and Oscar cheered excitedly.
Dai Mubai rolled his eyes. "This next match has nothing to do with me. Talk to Fengzi."
"It's all the same!" they waved him off. They just wanted to watch Dai Mubai and Han Feng dominate the stage. Opponents? Who cared?
Even if they couldn't do it themselves, watching those two crush the competition made for a great fantasy.
Dai Mubai chuckled helplessly.
And it wasn't just his friends—the entire audience was thrilled. Dai Mubai's last match had them fired up. Now they didn't care what Dai Mubai and Han Feng were up to—as long as it was exciting, they were all in.
Strong-attack type Soul Masters always drew the biggest crowds. After all, if it were agility or control types, some matches ended before the audience could even follow what was happening.
But a brute-force style like Dai Mubai's—domineering and overwhelming—was what fans lived for!
As for whether he still had the energy to fight again, nobody cared. He had insisted on looking strong walking offstage—he asked for it.
"One minute fifty-four seconds. Looks like you'll be doing my laundry for the next month!"
Dai Mubai grinned as he met Han Feng, declaring victory with confidence.
"Tch," Han Feng clicked his tongue. "Don't be so hasty—the game's not over yet."
Dai Mubai assumed Han Feng was just being stubborn and didn't take it seriously. He remained as relaxed as ever.