In the stands.
Emperor Xingluo suddenly stood up.
He looked at his son, who stood in the center of the ring like a drawn sword, and the disappointment in his eyes had long since disappeared.
Instead, there was a deep sense of shock, and an overwhelming joy that could not be concealed.
"good!"
"The best defense is the best offense!"
"Truly worthy of being a descendant of the Dai family!"
"This domineering aura, this indomitable spirit, is what makes him worthy of being the emperor of my Star Luo!"
...
The dark world.
Xingluo Square was equally silent.
But in this deathly silence, there was no joy, only endless doubt about life.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the two of them.
One was Dai Mubai, who had already fainted but was woken up by pinching his philtrum.
The other one is Yu Xiaogang, who was just confidently analyzing the theory.
Yu Xiaogang's face turned a deep purplish-red.
His lips trembled, his finger pointed at the sky, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"This...this is impossible..."
"This is not scientific..."
"Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear... How could such a spirit beast be absorbed as the first spirit ring?"
"The body can't withstand it... It's theoretically impossible..."
"Furthermore... I've calculated the defensive power of the White Tiger Protective Barrier, how could it be destroyed in a single blow..."
At this moment, his "ten core competencies" seemed to have turned into "ten core jokes".
The more confident you were just now, the more painful the slap in the face will be.
Tang San stood aside, looking equally bewildered.
Seeing his teacher's distraught appearance, he felt a slight wavering for the first time.
The teacher's theory...
Is it really flawless?
Why is Dai Mubai from that world so powerful despite not following any set pattern?
The Starry Imperial City of the White World was now in complete uproar.
That cry of "Attack is the best defense" resounded like thunder in the ears of every citizen of Xingluo.
In the streets and alleys, in taverns and teahouses, people raise their glasses in celebration.
"This is our Second Prince! This is the King we should follow!"
"That so-called theoretical master, who said that defense is the only way, is utter bullshit! Look at the Second Prince's claw attack, what defense can't he break through?"
"That was so satisfying! This is the kind of domineering spirit the White Tiger Martial Soul should have, unlike that useless trash from the underworld next door, who looks so pathetic!"
Inside the Imperial Garden of the Royal Palace.
The slightly tense atmosphere had completely dissipated.
Zhu Zhuqing sat on the stone bench, her beautiful eyes fixed on the spirited young man in the sky, her eyes filled with admiration and love.
She turned to look at Dai Mubai, the white-haired world beside her, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Mu Bai, that claw strike was really cool."
"Davis from the next world, you've slapped him so hard his face is swollen."
Xiao Wu jumped up excitedly, crunching loudly as she chewed on the carrot in her hand.
"That's right!"
"That so-called master was talking big before, why is he silent now?"
"And that Dai Mubai from the underworld, what kind of skill is it to just pass out? If I ever run into him, I'll give him an eight-part throw and show him why flowers are so red!"
Qian Renxue gracefully picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and her gaze was filled with a hint of arrogance.
"Two worlds, though it's the same person, but the difference is indeed greater than the difference between heaven and earth."
"What else can Dai Mubai from that underworld do besides run away and make excuses?"
"This piece of trash doesn't even deserve to be called Dai Mubai?"
At this point, Qian Renxue looked at her lover beside her, her eyes softening.
"Fortunately, our Mu Bai isn't like that."
"Otherwise, I would have already cleaved him in two with a single sword strike."
As Dai Mubai listened to the praise and complaints from his female confidantes, he simply smiled calmly, showing little pride or arrogance.
"The path is one's own choice."
"He chose to live on his knees, I chose to die standing."
That's all.
...
The scene above the sky did not stop there.
The breathtaking battle scene gradually faded away, replaced by Dai Mubai's daily cultivation routine in the White World.
People in the underworld originally thought that Bai Dai Mubai's achievements were purely due to his extraordinary talent or good luck in that world.
But what followed was like a series of heavy blows, striking the hearts of everyone who wanted to make excuses.
In the picture.
Regardless of severe cold or scorching heat, regardless of wind or rain.
That golden figure is forever cultivating.
At dawn, before the first rays of sunlight touched the earth, Dai Mubai was already running with a heavy load.
Those were specially made black iron wrist guards and leg guards, each weighing a hundred pounds.
Sweat streamed down his resolute face, dripping onto the soil and instantly shattering into eight pieces.
But he didn't stop.
At night, when the entire palace was asleep, the light was still on in Dai Mubai's room.
He was neither sleeping nor indulging in the extravagant life of a prince.
He is reading.
He was studying the human body's meridian diagrams, analyzing the optimal routes for the execution of soul power, and repeatedly devising improvement plans for soul skills.
The desk was piled high with densely packed manuscripts.
Each sheet of paper was filled with his insights into martial spirit and combat.
The scenes change extremely quickly.
People saw him being submerged under the waterfall, his skin turning red from the water's flow, even bleeding, but he remained silent.
People saw him sparring with a sparring partner who was ten levels higher than him in the arena, getting beaten black and blue, falling down again and again, and getting up again and again.
The sentence he said most often was:
"Again."
There were no complaints.
There was no slackening.
What is Dai Mubai doing in that dark world?
The screen thoughtfully provides a small comparison window.
At this moment, Hei Dai Mubai was embracing the twin sisters, indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery at the Rose Hotel in Soto City.
While drinking, he continued to complain about the unfairness of fate and Davis's suppression.
This stark contrast left the audience in the dark world speechless.
Shrek Academy.
Tang San looked at the tireless figure in the sky, and his originally calm eyes were suddenly filled with turbulent waves.
"How could this be..."
"Not only is he more talented than that good-for-nothing, but he's also working so hard?"
Tang San always believed that he possessed the Xuan Tian Gong and the experience of living two lives, and that no one could match him in terms of diligence.
But looking at Dai Mubai in the picture, who was cultivating almost self-torturingly, he felt a sense of "inferiority" for the first time.
"Even I back then might not have been able to endure this level of training intensity."
"Is he... really a pampered prince?"
Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who were standing to the side, were completely dumbfounded.
Ma Hongjun swallowed hard and muttered:
"Is this what genius is?"
"People who are more talented than you work a hundred times harder than you..."
"How are we supposed to live like this?"
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