"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: Evil Eye White Tiger, Rank 37 Assault-Type Battle Soul Elder!"
In the arena, Dai Mubai locked onto Bai Mu, fury blazing in his eyes. He brought his hands together in a formal salute, the rigid motion barely concealing the violence boiling beneath his calm exterior.
Before his words even finished, his spirit power exploded outward. Three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose beneath his feet.
His body rapidly expanded. White fur spread across his skin, his hands transformed into massive tiger claws, black royal markings appeared on his forehead, and his sinister eyes gleamed with cold light.
"Bai Mu, Martial Soul: Zygarde, Rank 40 Assault-Type Battle Soul Elder."
Bai Mu returned the greeting calmly.
He nodded slightly to Zygarde beside him, then stepped back two paces, positioning himself behind his spirit.
The move surprised the onlookers—but it also made sense.
External Spirits could be overwhelmingly powerful, yet that didn't mean the Spirit Master's body was equally strong. Letting the spirit take the front line was the correct choice.
"Aww—"
Zygarde stepped forward, its gaze cold and arrogant. Terrifying dragon pressure surged outward, crashing down on Dai Mubai.
Seeing both sides ready, Zhao Wuji immediately roared,
"Begin!"
"White Tiger Light Wave!"
Dai Mubai let out a low roar as his second spirit ring lit up. Spirit power surged into his mouth, and a blazing white beam shot straight toward Zygarde.
At the same time, his eyes locked onto Bai Mu. With a powerful kick, he launched himself forward like a cannonball, charging directly past Zygarde toward Bai Mu.
He knew very well—no matter how strong an External Spirit was, the Spirit Master's body was still the weak point.
If he couldn't defeat Zygarde quickly, then he would defeat Bai Mu instead. Once the Spirit Master fell, the External Spirit would naturally collapse.
However—
"Good thinking," Bai Mu said calmly, crossing his arms.
"But…"
"Extreme Speed."
The moment the words left his mouth, Zygarde vanished.
The white beam struck empty air, blasting dust into the sky.
Whoosh!
A streak of black-green light tore through the arena and appeared directly in Dai Mubai's path—
BOOM!
"Ugh—!"
Dai Mubai was sent flying backward like a broken kite. His chest tightened violently, blood surged up his throat, and his vision nearly went black.
"How—how is this possible?! How can it be this fast?!"
He barely managed to steady himself, terror flooding his eyes.
He hadn't even seen Zygarde move. By the time he reacted, the attack had already landed.
"I have to end this now!"
Gritting his teeth, Dai Mubai activated his third spirit ring.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His already muscular body swelled even further. A metallic sheen spread across his skin as his strength, speed, and defense doubled. Resistance to abnormal effects surged as well.
With a thunderous stomp, the ground shattered beneath him. He lunged at Zygarde again, faster and fiercer than before, tiger claws ripping through the air.
"Earth Divine Power."
Zygarde slammed its forelimbs into the ground, emerald light erupting from its body.
Rumble—!
The earth split apart as countless green-white pillars of light burst upward, blooming like deadly lotus flowers and completely engulfing Dai Mubai.
Each beam carried violent earth energy, crashing down without mercy.
"What?!"
Dai Mubai tried to dodge—but there was nowhere to escape. Everything within more than ten meters was covered.
"White Tiger Body Protection Barrier!"
In desperation, his first spirit ring flashed, forming a solid white shield around his body.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The pillars smashed into the barrier again and again.
Less than two seconds later, the shield shattered.
The remaining beams slammed directly into Dai Mubai.
"Ah—!"
He was blasted away once more, crashing heavily into the ground. His clothes were torn apart, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and wounds covered his body.
Off the field, Ning Rongrong frowned in confusion.
"This is strange… the rank difference isn't that big, yet they're on completely different levels."
Xiao Wu nudged Tang San, who was staring blankly.
"Hey, didn't you fight Little Mu three years ago? What was it like?"
Tang San snapped back to reality and said gravely,
"Bai Mu and Zygarde are far stronger now."
After a brief pause, he continued,
"Zygarde is extremely special—almost like a real spirit beast. It's born with awakening abilities and self-created spirit skills."
"When Bai Mu sparred with me, Zygarde used Bite, Dragon Breath, and Heavy Stomp."
"You didn't notice, did you? Bai Mu's spirit rings never lit up."
Xiao Wu's eyes widened.
"You mean… Extreme Speed and Earth Divine Power were also self-created skills?"
"That's impossible…" Ning Rongrong whispered. "Self-created spirit abilities aren't supposed to be that easy—let alone so many of them."
"Bai Mu's first spirit ability is Jungle Healing," Tang San said slowly. "That's a healing skill."
Realization struck him.
"So that's why… Zygarde already has offensive abilities. He chose healing to compensate."
"I've seen Jungle Healing," Zhu Zhuqing said quietly. "And I've seen another one of his self-created abilities."
Silence fell.
In the arena—
"Are you alright, Young Master Dai?" Bai Mu asked calmly, standing unmoved.
"It's not over yet!" Dai Mubai roared, charging again.
His second spirit ring flared repeatedly as wave after wave of White Tiger Light Waves tore toward Bai Mu.
Zygarde had to either retreat to defend—or attack.
Bai Mu chose both.
"Dragon Pulse."
"Aww—!"
A roaring dragon wave burst forth, swallowing the incoming light waves and detonating them violently.
Boom!
Smoke engulfed the battlefield.
"Die!"
Dai Mubai burst out of the smoke, pouncing like a tiger descending from the mountain.
"Crunch."
Bai Mu's gaze remained perfectly calm.
A flash of green light—
Zygarde arrived first, biting down viciously on Dai Mubai's attacking arm.
Crack!
Bone-shattering sounds echoed as Dai Mubai was flung away once again.
"This farce ends here," Bai Mu said, pointing forward.
"Dragon Pulse."
"Aww—!"
Another dragon-shaped wave roared forth, swallowing Dai Mubai mid-air.
Boom!
The explosion shook the arena. Wind howled as dust scattered.
Dai Mubai crashed to the ground like a torn rag.
If he hadn't activated White Tiger Body Protection Barrier at the last moment, he would have been crippled—or dead.
"Cough… cough…"
Kneeling on the ground, he could no longer maintain his spirit possession. His fur receded, muscles shrank, and his battered body trembled uncontrollably.
"How… how could this happen…"
He stared at the towering Zygarde and the untouched Bai Mu behind it, disbelief filling his bloodshot eyes.
He had thought targeting Bai Mu directly would secure victory.
But Zygarde was an insurmountable wall.
He hadn't even brushed Bai Mu's clothes.
From start to finish, he was completely dominated.
"I… lost."
Dai Mubai laughed bitterly.
His confidence had utterly collapsed.
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