Zhao Tieshan felt a tremendous force strike him, and he took a slight step back, but he felt reassured.
"Is that all you've got?"
He was just about to make a sarcastic remark.
But then they discovered that the golden figure had already arrived in front of them amidst the smoke and dust.
While in the air, Dai Mubai's third spirit ring suddenly lit up.
Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
His already robust body swelled up again, but he didn't become bloated; instead, every muscle was filled with explosive power.
What's most terrifying are his hands.
Ten sharp claws extended, each over a foot long, resembling daggers forged from pure gold, gleaming coldly.
That is the ultimate Geng metal energy!
Indestructible and unbreakable!
"Break for me...!"
Dai Mubai roared.
With its claws crossed, it swung down heavily, accompanied by a shrill screech that seemed to tear through space.
There are no complicated techniques involved.
It's all about head-on confrontation!
It's about using the purest attack to crush the strongest defense!
Sizzle—!
The sickening metallic scraping sound instantly echoed across the battlefield.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone.
Zhao Tieshan's proud "immovable as a mountain" defensive shield was as fragile as tofu, easily torn apart by those golden claws.
"No...this is impossible!"
Zhao Tieshan's pupils contracted to pinpoints, and he let out a terrified roar.
He could clearly sense the approach of death.
After tearing through the light barrier, the golden claws continued their momentum, cutting directly into his petrified skin.
Cut meat as if it were minced.
Pfft!
Blood splattered.
The towering man, along with the heavy shield spirit in his hand, was actually cleaved away by this claw.
Ten deep, bone-revealing wounds on his chest almost ripped him open.
Zhao Tieshan slammed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He twitched twice, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.
One strike.
Just one strike.
A level 45 defensive Soul Master was defeated!
The battlefield was deathly silent.
Whether it was the Star Luo taxi drivers or the Tian Dou reinforcements, they were all like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to utter a sound.
Only that golden figure stood proudly before the two armies.
Dai Mubai flicked the blood off his claws, his expression indifferent.
"Next."
...
This moment.
People from both the black and white worlds were completely numb.
Is this a level 37 fighting a level 45?
And it's the most troublesome defensive type?
Is it as simple as drinking water?
The Dark World, Star Plaza.
Those who were previously clamoring that "soul power level is the key" were now gaping, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.
"Is this...is this the power of the White Emperor?"
"I've heard of Zhao Tieshan. He was a fierce general. He killed many of our people on the border back then. And he was just... killed in an instant?"
"This is too strong! It's completely unreasonable!"
Someone swallowed hard, their eyes filled with awe.
"Disregard rank as nothing, and kill enemies of higher ranks as easily as taking candy from a baby."
"This is the true White Tiger Martial Soul!"
A corner in the crowd.
Dai Mubai, from the underworld, was currently slumped on the ground, clutching a bottle of wine.
He looked at his majestic reflection in the sky, then at his own trembling hands.
A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.
"Fake..."
"It must be fake..."
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if he were crying.
"He must have taken some kind of banned drug!"
"Or perhaps the rules of that world are different!"
"How can he one-shot a level 45 when he's only level 37? When I was level 37..."
He shut his mouth before he could finish speaking.
Because he remembered that when he was level 37, he was still in the Great Soul Arena in Soto City, trying to make a name for himself by beating up some newbies.
If he were to encounter a level 45 Soul Master, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to make a move; he would only be thinking about how to escape.
"Why..."
Dai Mubai suddenly raised the wine bottle and smashed it against the wall.
Glass shards flew everywhere, cutting his cheek, but he was completely unaware.
Jealousy, like a venomous snake, was gnawing at his heart.
It's the same Dai Mubai.
In that world, he was the chosen one of heaven, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, and the invincible god of war.
And myself.
He was just a rat hiding in a dark corner, too ashamed to even utter his name.
...
Shrek Academy.
The playground was deathly silent.
Tang San stared intently at the sky, his Purple Demon Eyes unconsciously operating at their maximum, trying to see through the mystery of that attack.
"No hidden weapons were used."
"No poison was used."
A storm raged in Tang San's heart.
As a control-type Soul Master who is also proficient in hidden weapons, he knows best the difficulty of challenging opponents of higher levels.
Without using those powerful mechanical hidden weapons, even he, at level 37, would have no more than a 30% chance of winning against a level 45 defensive Soul Master.
Moreover, they could never do what Dai Mubai did: a head-on confrontation that resulted in a fatal blow.
"His soul power... is very strange."
Tang San frowned, his fingers gently tapping the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.
"That golden, sharp aura doesn't seem to come from just the Martial Soul."
"It's too pure."
"So pure that it can even completely ignore the defense of soul power."
A sudden, inexplicable sense of crisis rose in Tang San's heart.
If he were to face Dai Mubai of this white world.
Can his Blue Silver Grass withstand that claw attack?
The answer is no.
Even the Eight Spider Spears would probably be shattered into pieces under that extreme Geng Metal Qi.
"unless..."
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
"Unless we use those top-ranked Tang Clan hidden weapons."
"Or perhaps... the Haotian Hammer."
But he also knew it in his heart.
Dai Mubai on the sky clearly wasn't using his full strength either.
That composure, that disdain, was absolutely not feigned.
Yu Xiaogang, who was standing to the side, looked extremely grim.
His stiff face was now as black as the bottom of a pot.
His "master" theory was challenged like never before at this moment.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."
Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself.
"There is an insurmountable gap between level 30 and level 40."
"The total amount of soul power and the power of soul skills are not even in the same league."
"Moreover, the opponent is a defensive type, and has the added benefit of a fourth soul skill."
"How could it be broken by a third-level soul skill?"
The students around him were all looking at him with a hint of doubt in their eyes.
Didn't the master always say that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters?
Why couldn't Dai Mubai in the original novel do it, but Dai Mubai in this white world could?
Sensing the strange looks around him, Yu Xiaogang abruptly stopped and shouted:
"They must have used external forces!"
"Yes! It must be an external force!"
He grasped at the last straw and analyzed with absolute certainty:
"Dai Mubai from the White World must possess an extremely powerful soul bone!"
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