However, the usually tough Blue Silver Grass shattered like glass the moment it made contact with Dai Mubai's fist. The attack continued unabated, reaching Tang San's chest in an instant.
"Bang!"
A dull thud echoed through the lobby. In the next second, Tang San was sent flying backward, slamming heavily against the far wall.
"Puff!"
The terrifying force of the impact made Tang San spit out a mouthful of blood.
How... How is this possible?
Sharp pain shot through his body, making him feel as if every bone had been broken. Tang San couldn't accept it. His Blue Silver Grass, his pride, had been so utterly vulnerable. Dai Mubai hadn't even used a spirit skill—it was just a simple punch.
"That's it?" Dai Mubai, still standing in the same spot, was stunned. After all of Tang San's confident talk, this was the extent of his ability? And he had even dared to say, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless spirit masters."
It was truly disappointing.
Thinking this, Dai Mubai looked down at Tang San, who was curled up on the ground, and said sarcastically, "Who was it that told you there are no useless martial souls, only useless spirit masters? In my opinion, not only is your martial soul useless, but so are you."
With that, he turned, ready to leave. There was no point in wasting any more time.
"You can insult me, but you dare to insult my teacher?"
Suddenly, as if a fire had been lit inside him, Tang San shot back to his feet. "Dai Mubai, prepare to die!"
In his mind, his teacher was like family. He would not allow anyone to insult him.
Suddenly, Tang San's second spirit ring lit up. Dai Mubai's body stiffened without warning as a layer of dense vines instantly attached themselves to his body.
"Buzz!"
Tang San's yellow spirit ring shone brightly as the vines tightened, trapping Dai Mubai completely. The dense thorns covering the vines pierced into his skin, and a strange numbness began to spread through his body.
Tang San had used his second spirit skill: Parasite. It could be launched almost without notice, making it incredibly difficult to defend against.
"Hm?" Dai Mubai was surprised to find he couldn't move. He never liked to drag out his fights and had planned on letting Tang San go. He hadn't expected the other boy to use such a sneaky skill on him. How despicable.
"In that case, don't blame me for being rough," Dai Mubai snorted. The purple spirit ring under his feet suddenly flashed with a powerful light. Immediately, the air around him began to churn violently, and his eyes turned a terrifying blood-red.
"Boom—!"
With a slight exertion of force, the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Dai Mubai's body instantly shattered into pieces.
"Hiss!" Tang San gasped. Is the power of a thousand-year spirit skill this terrifying?
At that moment, Dai Mubai's body expanded again, growing even larger than when he had first activated his martial soul. His exaggerated muscles were frightening, and black lines appeared on his skin, forming the mark of his Evil-Eyed White Tiger. A thick golden light enveloped his entire body, and his blood-red eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty light.
Seeing this, Tang San was horrified and instinctively wanted to retreat. But just as he hesitated, Dai Mubai rushed toward him again.
"Boom—!"
Without any fancy moves, he threw another punch.
"Swish!"
Almost at the same time, several dark green vines shot toward Dai Mubai. Tang San pushed his spirit power and Xuantian Treasure Record to their limits, bringing out the full potential of his thorned and toxic Blue Silver Grass. This was his strongest attack.
However, his strongest attack was turned to powder by Dai Mubai's fist.
"Bang!"
Even though Tang San had prepared himself, he was still sent flying by the punch, crashing into the wall behind him once again.
"Puff!"
Another mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. At this moment, Tang San was incredibly weak. He didn't even have the strength to activate the hidden weapons in his sleeves.
"Hmph." Dai Mubai snorted coldly, and the three spirit rings hovering around him disappeared as his body returned to normal.
"Manager Wang, I'll come by tomorrow to compensate you for the hotel's losses. I'm really not in the mood today," Dai Mubai said, glancing indifferently at the middle-aged man hiding at the corner of the stairs.
"Young Master Dai, then..." the manager cautiously poked his head out but stopped mid-sentence. The situation was far too tense, and he feared saying the wrong thing might bring disaster upon himself.
After waving to the twin sisters, Dai Mubai prepared to leave. He had likely lost all interest in the Rose Hotel.
"Cough, cough..."
Tang San, still slumped on the ground, began to cough violently. He had expected he might lose, but he never imagined it would be so complete. He hadn't even stood a chance against Dai Mubai. The pride he had felt just moments before had been utterly shattered.
"Wait. You hurt someone and you think you can just leave?"
Just then, a calm voice came from outside the hotel. Dai Mubai looked over to see a boy and a girl walking toward him.
Tang San, from his corner, also heard the voice and immediately looked up toward the door.
"Huo Feng!"
A look of surprise lit up Tang San's eyes. Standing next to Huo Feng was Xiao Wu. He hadn't seen either of them since graduation. How did they end up here?
"Who are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business?" Dai Mubai frowned. What was this? Did people still go around sticking their noses into things that didn't concern them?
Huo Feng shook his head slightly, his gaze shifting to Tang San. He didn't speak, but Xiao Wu, beside him, looked at Huo Feng with pride. She then pointed at Tang San, who was staggering to his feet.
"Tang San is our little brother," she announced. Then, she turned her gaze back to Huo Feng. "And this is our boss. You beat up our little brother. Don't you think the boss should have something to say about it?"
"I—" Tang San wanted to refute her, but he didn't know what to say. The truth was, he didn't dare. Huo Feng was the undisputed top student of Notting College, and Tang San had lived under his shadow for six years. In a way, Huo Feng really was his "boss." He just had never been willing to admit it.
"Interesting." Dai Mubai nodded, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He beat up the little brother, and now the boss shows up. He had never encountered a situation like this before.
The young man in front of him, Huo Feng, had spirit power fluctuations that were clearly much higher than Tang San's. It seemed he was much stronger.
"Dai Mubai. Martial Soul: White Tiger. A Level 37 Spirit Elder."
Oh no, not again, Manager Wang, watching from a distance, almost cried. Are they really going to do this all over again?
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