The insults erupted like a tsunami.
Even Yu Xiaogang, who is usually very protective of his own, frowned deeply at this moment. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't find any reason to defend Dai Mubai.
Hitting women.
This kind of behavior is the most despicable in any world.
What's more, this is after he has acted so incompetently.
"There is no cure."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
Although he valued Dai Mubai's talent, his character was simply too poor.
Tang San also frowned slightly at this moment.
He looked at Dai Mubai, who had lost his mind, and shook his head inwardly.
"Boss Dai, you've gone too far."
"Hitting a girl, even if you're in the right, turns into being in the wrong, let alone..."
Tang San didn't finish his sentence, but the sense of superiority in his eyes became even more obvious.
He thought of Xiao Wu.
If it were him, he would never let Xiao Wu suffer any injustice.
This stark contrast made him feel that his own character was even more noble.
...
On the playground.
Dai Mubai's hand ultimately did not fall.
It wasn't that he had a change of heart, but rather that Zhao Wuji stopped him.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
That raised hand had completely severed the last bond between the two.
Dai Mubai looked at the way the people around him looked at him like trash, at Tang San's lecturing face that said "I'm doing this for your own good," and at Yu Xiaogang's disappointed shaking of his head.
Finally, he looked at Zhu Zhuqing.
The girl stood there, her expression eerily calm.
There were no tears, no anger, only a detached indifference towards strangers.
"Dai Mubai."
Zhu Zhuqing spoke, her voice clear yet chillingly cold.
I used to think you were just a coward.
"Now I realize that you are not just cowardly, you are rotten to the core."
After saying that...
She never looked back, and turned to walk towards the academy gate.
The setting sun cast her shadow very long.
She left resolutely, without a trace of regret.
As she stepped out the door, Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously looked up at the patch of sky in the white world.
There.
The man in golden armor, exuding unparalleled dominance, was tenderly embracing his counterpart from another world, his eyes filled with doting affection and confidence.
That's the real Dai Mubai.
That's the person Zhu Zhuqing should entrust her life to.
A seed, just like that, quietly sprouted in her already dead heart.
In the white world, within the imperial tent.
The laughter still echoed, but the scene on the sky suddenly changed.
The grand celebration gradually faded away.
Instead, it was not the glitz and glamour that everyone imagined, nor the decadent lifestyle of the prince's mansion.
It was a pitch-black training ground.
The rain was torrential.
Large raindrops pounded wildly on the ground, splashing up layers of water mist.
In the very center of that rain curtain, a figure stood bare-chested, as upright as a javelin.
It is Dai Mubai from the White World.
He was not wearing the golden armor that symbolized glory, nor was he accompanied by a beautiful woman.
His muscles were taut, and rainwater streamed down his marble-sculpted lines.
"roar--"
A tiger's roar shattered the raindrops that filled the sky.
Dai Mubai made a move.
His fists, wreathed in blinding white light, pounded repeatedly against the giant iron target in front of him.
Each punch produced a deafening sonic boom in the air.
At the bottom of the screen, a line of small text appeared:
[After the great victory, he declined the victory banquet, secluded himself for three months, and diligently practiced asceticism.]
I saw this line of text.
The Dark World, Shrek Academy.
Hei Dai Mubai, who was pouring himself a drink, froze in mid-air with the wine jar in his hand.
His eyes widened as he stared at the image of himself in the screen, looking like a madman.
"Are you crazy?"
"You've already won, you've already obtained the Purple Gold Token, why do you still need to practice?"
"Still this self-torture-like training method?"
Hei Dai Mubai couldn't understand it.
In his view, having made such great contributions, the next few years should be a time to enjoy wealth and luxury.
This is the kind of life a prince should live.
But the version of myself in that world actually canceled all those victory celebrations and ran to this godforsaken place to get soaked in the rain and beaten up.
It wasn't just him.
In the underworld, countless people who originally thought Bai Dai Mubai was just "putting on a show" now shut their mouths.
If this is just a publicity stunt, the price is far too high.
The kind of brutal, bone-crushing attacks, the kind of training that pushes one's physical limits, cannot be faked.
In the picture.
Bai Dai Mubai seems to have reached his limit.
But he didn't stop.
The light in his eyes grew even brighter.
"White Tiger... Blazing Light Wave!"
He suddenly opened his mouth, and a ball of milky white light shot out.
But this time...
The ball of light did not fly out and explode as usual.
Instead, at the instant it left his body, he suddenly brought his hands together and forcefully compressed it into his palms.
Sizzle sizzle—
A piercing electrical hum rang out.
The ball of light, which was originally only the size of a washbasin, was compressed to the size of a fist, and its color changed from milky white to a dazzling bright silver.
The extremely unstable energy fluctuations sent a chill down my spine even through the screen.
"Break for me!"
Dai Mubai shouted and slammed the compressed ball of light in his hand onto the iron target.
boom!
A terrifying silver beam of light shot into the sky.
When the light fades.
The iron target, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Soul Master, was vaporized by more than half. The remaining half was also completely red, flowing down like magma.
[Soul Skill Advancement: White Tiger Blazing Light Wave -> White Tiger Annihilation Strike]
[Without acquiring a new soul ring, he forcibly increased the grade and power of his soul skills purely through his control of soul power and his own comprehension.]
The sky provided timely annotations.
This moment.
The heavens and the two realms were in an uproar.
The Black World, the viewing platform of the Soto City Grand Arena.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly stood up, his movement so forceful that it overturned the coffee table in front of him.
The scalding hot tea splashed all over his trouser leg, but he was completely unaware of it.
He stared intently at the words on the sky, his stiff face contorted with extreme shock.
"impossible!"
"That's absolutely impossible!"
Yu Xiaogang pointed at the sky, his fingers trembling.
"Soul skills are granted by soul rings and are fixed!"
"What kind of spirit beast you hunt determines what skills you obtain; this is an ironclad rule in the world of spirit masters!"
"How could someone change the form and power of their soul skill without changing their soul rings?"
"This violates the ten core competencies of a martial spirit! This is heretical! It's fake!"
He was there, roaring hysterically.
Tang San, standing to the side, also looked completely stunned.
His Purple Demon Eyes were always open, so he could see very clearly.
The Dai Mubai in the scene did indeed use his original second spirit ring to unleash a skill of a completely different level.
Even if he used Tang Clan hidden weapon techniques to combine that method of compressing soul power and changing its nature, he might not be able to do it so perfectly.
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