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Chapter 66 Evil-Eyed White Tiger Dai Mubai (Part 5)

The instant he rammed into him, Dai Shao's pectoral muscles suddenly hardened like iron. Although the impact sent Dai Shao flying due to his superior strength, his own shoulder burned with pain. {What? You don't know? | Read.COM, error-free chapter reading | Go Google it now!}

Dai Shao's expression was somewhat unpleasant. He had to admit that he had underestimated his opponent. The boy in front of him, who looked a few years younger than him, was much stronger than he had imagined.

"Shall we continue?" Tang San asked calmly.

Dai Shao raised an eyebrow. "Of course. Very well, you forced me to use my soul power, so I've already lost this match. However, how can I be satisfied without a proper duel with you? Regardless of the outcome of the later matches, I'm giving you this room today."

The light in Dai Shaoxie's eyes wasn't anger or hatred, but a peculiar gleam. If one had to describe it in words, the phrase "the thrill of seeing a prey" would be most fitting. His gaze was as if he were looking at a stunningly beautiful woman; his shoulders trembled slightly, and he raised his arms.

Tang San's eyes gradually brightened. He realized that Dai Shao in front of him had changed. If he was cold and disdainful before, he was now filled with a fiery fighting spirit.

"White Tiger, possess me." A strong, pale white light suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Shao stretched his arms out to the sides, his chest puffed out, his bones cracked and popped, and his muscles suddenly swelled, straining against his clothes. Every muscle became extremely visible under his clothes, and even the air around him seemed to become turbulent.

His once-golden hair instantly turned into a mix of 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 Chinese character for "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 extended and retracted from his hands. Each claw was like a blade, a full eight inches long, gleaming with a sinister, cold light.

Dai Shao slowly leaned forward, his eyes turning a deep, dark blue, giving the impression of a killing machine.

Beneath his feet, three bright halos rose one after another, two yellow and one purple. As the soul rings swirled, surging soul power formed a wave-like pressure that rushed towards him.

"A thousand-year soul ring!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. She wanted to step forward and fight alongside Tang San, but Tang San stopped her.

In spirit rings, white represents ten years, yellow represents one hundred years, and purple represents one thousand years. This young man, known as Young Master Dai, already possesses three spirit rings, one of which is a thousand-year-old ring. Keep in mind, he appears to be only three or four years older than Tang San and Xiao Wu.

The three spirit rings indicate that Dai Shao's level is at least over thirty, meaning that he is a Spirit Master, and a Battle Spirit Master with a powerful beast spirit.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Soul Venerable. Please enlighten me." With an imposing and domineering aura, Young Master Dai announced his Martial Soul and level, signifying his formal challenge.

Faced with immense pressure, Tang San began to change. The violent impulses hidden within him gradually surfaced, his eyes were veiled with a faint purple hue, and he slowly raised his right hand.

A sudden surge of deep blue light appeared, and a clump of deep blue grass suddenly grew from his palm. Each blade of grass looked very slender, but it was covered with snake patterns. The blades of grass were no longer flat, but had become cylindrical. If you looked closely, you could clearly see that these blades of grass were covered with tiny thorns.

A milky-white light surged from Tang San's body, and the deep blue grass leaves seemed to be stimulated, suddenly enlarging and growing to the thickness of a human arm in the blink of an eye, resembling vines. Black snake patterns shimmered with a faint light, coiling around Tang San's body like dozens of large snakes.

Two yellow spirit rings rose simultaneously from Tang San's feet and hovered above his body.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 29 Weapon Soul Master. Please enlighten me."

Dai Mubai's eyebrows, which had turned white just like his hair, twitched slightly. "Your martial soul is just Blue Silver Grass?"

Tang San quoted Grandmaster's original words: "There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

Dai Mubai was the second strongest spirit master Tang San encountered after entering Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy. Only the dean of Notting Academy, at Grandmaster's invitation, had demonstrated the strength of a level 42 Spirit Master when he helped Tang San obtain his second spirit ring. However, that dean was already over fifty years old, while Dai Mubai was probably only sixteen or seventeen.

No wonder, no wonder I suffered a loss when I first clashed with him, relying on my strength, internal energy, and the Xuan Yu Hand. This is the absolute difference in strength.

The person before him was arguably the strongest opponent Tang San had ever encountered. Tang San knew very well how significant the difference in strength was between two spirit rings, especially since the opponent's third spirit ring was a thousand-year-level ring. The attributes and skills attached to it were beyond what Tang San's two rings could contend with. Tang San had no confidence in this battle. Perhaps, only by letting the opponent unleash his most hidden abilities could he possibly have a chance to fight back.

"Well said. There are no useless spirits, only useless spirit masters. Let me see what's so special about your Blue Silver Grass spirit."

Dai Mubai moved. After his martial soul was attached to him, he seemed to have become a completely different person. Just as his white hair started to flutter, his body, full of explosive power, was already in front of Tang San.

The sharp claws attached to the ten fingers of both hands popped out simultaneously, grabbing at Tang San's body.

(End of this chapter)

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