The images flow.
It is no longer that disgusting imperial garden, nor the perilous hunting ground.
Instead, it was a quiet royal training ground.
The morning sunlight shines on the bluestone slabs.
A five-year-old boy was sitting cross-legged on a huge blue stone.
That was Dai Mubai's childhood world.
But he didn't play like a normal child, nor did he bully the palace maids like Dai Mubai from the underworld.
He closed his eyes, his breathing deep and strong.
There was a faint flow of energy around him.
...
This scene unfolded.
The people from both the underworld and the legitimate world, who had been cursing each other, instantly fell silent.
"this..."
"What are they doing?"
"Cultivation? He started cultivating at the age of five?"
"That's not right. How could there be soul power fluctuations if I haven't awakened my martial soul yet?"
Countless people stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
Immediately afterwards, the little Dai Mubai in the picture moved.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and those golden eyes showed no trace of childish naiveté, but rather a profound understanding that saw through all illusions.
He leaped down from the bluestone.
Although small in stature, its movements are fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation.
Get into position.
Throw a punch.
Pull your fist back.
He threw another punch.
The movements looked ordinary, even somewhat boring.
The dark world.
Dai Mubai, who was just immersed in shame, suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the sky.
Seeing this scene, a spark of jealousy actually rose in his originally desperate heart.
"Playing tricks!"
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words.
Five years old? Created his own martial arts techniques?
"This is absolutely ridiculous!"
"Even a titled Douluo wouldn't dare to claim he could create a cultivation technique. What makes him, a mere kid who hasn't even awakened his martial soul, think he can?"
He was resentful.
Why is it that everyone else is Dai Mubai, but you're so outstanding?
I don't believe it!
It must be fake!
This is definitely just a publicity stunt!
Tang San narrowed his eyes, his Purple Demon Eyes unconsciously activating, trying to see through the child's true nature in the scene.
"strangeness..."
Tang San frowned.
"His movements are simple, but each punch seems to conform to some kind of universal principle."
"How could a five-year-old child possibly do that?"
He himself had lived two lives, and came here with the unique skills of the Tang Clan.
Even he, at the age of five, was simply practicing the Xuan Tian Gong step by step, never thinking of improving it, let alone creating his own.
...
The aerial view continues.
Xiao Dai Mubai swung his fist again and again.
His clothes were soaked with sweat.
But he did not stop for a moment.
He was thinking.
In the video, you can even see him occasionally pausing, frowning slightly, muttering to himself, as if he were deducing something extremely profound.
"No, the force is too scattered."
"If you exert force like this, you'll inflict a thousand wounds on the enemy but eight hundred wounds on yourself."
"We must harness all our strength as one, combining focused efforts with a comprehensive approach..."
Although no sound could be heard, everyone could understand what he was thinking through the subtitles.
The people in the underworld were all dumbfounded.
Is this guy five years old?
If they were five years old, would all these people have wasted their lives?
Yu Xiaogang stopped covering his groin, staring wide-eyed with a mouth agape that could fit an egg.
"This...this theory..."
"That technique of applying force..."
"Unheard of and unseen before!"
"Could it be that Dai Mubai of this White World is a monstrous talent who started cultivating from the womb?"
over time.
In the video, Dai Mubai's movements become increasingly slow.
But the sound of each punch grew louder and louder.
call!
call!
That was the sound of a fist tearing through the air.
finally.
Xiao Dai Mubai stopped.
He stood in front of a boulder that was at least two meters high.
This boulder was used by the royal guards to test their strength. It was incredibly hard, and even a level 10 or higher Soul Master might not be able to break it easily.
Xiao Dai Mubai took a deep breath.
He squatted down slightly, his back arching like a great dragon.
The right fist is tucked to the waist.
This moment.
Everyone stopped breathing.
Even through the screen, they could feel a terrifying power accumulating within that small body.
"open!"
Xiao Dai Mubai let out a loud shout.
His right fist shot out like a cannonball.
There are no fancy lighting effects.
There was no soul power enhancement either.
It's purely physical strength.
It's about mastering the ultimate technique.
boom!
The moment the fist made contact with the boulder.
A dull, loud bang exploded.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people in two worlds.
The incredibly hard boulder did not break into pieces.
Instead...
In an instant, it turned into dust that filled the sky!
That's right.
It's powder!
Not fragments!
The penetrating force contained in this punch completely destroyed the internal structure of the boulder.
A gust of wind blows.
Stone dust fell in abundance, like a gray fog.
Xiao Dai Mubai stood with his fists clenched, his face showing little joy, only letting out a faint breath:
"I've barely made it into the basics."
"I have finally mastered the first move of this fist technique, 'Shattering Rocks'."
...
The dark world.
A deathly silence.
It was even quieter than when Dai Mubai abandoned Zhu Zhuqing earlier.
If what just happened was a moral collapse...
So now, it's a collapse of worldview.
Everyone was stunned, frozen in place, their minds blank.
A punch?
They just turned such a big rock into powder?
This is something a five-year-old child who hasn't awakened his martial spirit could do.
What need is there for a martial spirit?
What more spirit rings do we need?
That one punch alone could kill a whole group of Great Soul Masters!
"Fake...is it fake?"
Ma Hongjun stammered, breaking the silence, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets:
"Is that even human?"
"Even Teacher Zhao, without using his martial spirit, might not be able to turn the stone into powder, right?"
Oscar swallowed, feeling a dryness in his throat.
"Is this Boss Dai from the White World... a monster?"
"A real monster."
In the center of the crowd.
Dai Mubai froze completely.
The last vestiges of hope and envy he had were shattered by that punch.
He looked at his younger self in the picture.
Looking at the stone dust flying everywhere.
This moment.
He felt neither anger nor jealousy.
It was not so much a feeling of powerlessness, but a profound sense of helplessness.
A sense of despair, like an ant looking up at a dragon.
"Oh..."
Dai Mubai gave a bitter laugh, his body slumped backward, and he landed hard on his bottom.
His eyes were lifeless, and he muttered to himself:
"At five years old...he created his own martial arts technique..."
"One punch shatters the stone..."
"Okay, okay, is this how you play it?"
"They're not even from the same dimension..."
"I concede."
Two lines of tears slid down his cheeks, carrying endless bitterness.
"Please... just end this already."
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