Chapter 47: A Dramatic Turning Point! Tang San's Sneak Attack—No Martial Ethics at All!
[Dad Douluo]: Holy shit!
[Dad Douluo]: Hiss—!
Two abrupt messages crashed into the chat like pebbles tossed into a calm lake.
Everyone in the group was still immersed in the shock of million-year soul beasts, god-level existences, and the Rakshasa God's twisted influence on the mind.
Lin Qingmo's sudden outburst instantly derailed all the serious discussion.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Ah Qing, promise me you won't make such a fuss over everything, okay?
Liu Erlong's message popped up, tinged with helpless amusement.
She had just had her scalp numbed by all that god-level information and desperately needed a moment to breathe.
[Bingbing]: What are you messing around with again?
Far away in the Extreme North,
The Ice Empress flicked her scorpion tail impatiently.
She held nothing but disdain for these dramatic human reactions.
[Dad Douluo]: Ahem. I won't say much—just look for yourselves.
Lin Qingmo replied quickly, his tone barely suppressing obvious laughter.
[Dad Douluo]: "Image"
A crystal-clear photo expanded across the chat's light screen.
And then—
The entire group fell silent.
Dead silence.
Three seconds later—
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Pfft—HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Liu Erlong was the first to burst out laughing, slamming the desk in her office at Blue Tyrant Academy as she cackled uncontrollably.
Because the scene in the photo was simply too dramatic.
Tang San stood up slowly, dried blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth, his expression dark enough to drip water.
Yet within his eyes lurked a trace of morbid delight.
Opposite him—
Dai Mubai was curled up into a ball, his body hunched like a cooked shrimp.
Both hands were clamped tightly over his blood-soaked crotch, knuckles white from the force of his grip.
His face was deathly pale, veins bulging from his forehead like twisted earthworms.
His features were completely contorted by unbearable agony, his eyes bloodshot and nearly popping out of their sockets.
The sight was both miserable and absurd.
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on before being clubbed over the head.
[Little Witch]: Oh my god… what even happened?!
By the roadside,
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, eyes widened into perfect circles.
She had just been trying to digest the god-level revelations, and now this photo left her utterly stunned—staring at the scene in complete disbelief!
[Big-Chested Kitty]: …
Inside the inn,
Zhu Zhuqing stared at the photo, her expression turning complicated.
She should have felt satisfied—that fiancé who had abandoned her was finally getting his comeuppance.
Yet seeing Dai Mubai in such a miserable state, she inexplicably felt… a hint of pity?
But that thought vanished almost instantly.
Serves him right!
She snorted coldly inward.
[The Pope Herself]: This… is rather unexpected.
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow on her throne, a flash of surprise passing through her violet eyes.
She hadn't expected a scuffle between youngsters to escalate to this extent.
[Bingbing]: Hmph. Human males really are this fragile.
[Ice and Snow Maiden]: …
The Snow Empress silently observed the photo, her cool, pristine expression unchanged.
But if one looked closely, one might notice the corner of her lips twitch ever so slightly.
Even the foremost of the Three Kings of the Extreme North was struggling to keep it together.
To understand how things took such a turn, we must rewind a few minutes earlier.
While Lin Qingmo was enthusiastically lecturing the chat group about the Ten Great Fierce Beasts and god-level existences—
An unnoticed room dispute in the lobby of the Rose Hotel was reaching its critical stage.
At first, Tang San and Dai Mubai truly were locked in a stalemate.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass possessed terrifying resilience, coiling and binding like venomous snakes.
The accompanying paralytic toxin made Dai Mubai's movements increasingly sluggish.
Although Dai Mubai's soul power had reached Rank 37—eight full levels higher than Tang San's Rank 29—
Without using his thousand-year-old third soul skill, he couldn't break free of those infuriating vines anytime soon.
At the same time, Tang San was also constrained by the gap in soul power.
His poison simply wasn't potent enough yet to cause real damage to Dai Mubai while the White Tiger Body Barrier was active.
The two were like warriors stuck in a swamp—neither able to completely defeat the other.
"Kid, you're not bad."
Panting heavily, Dai Mubai suddenly spoke.
Arrogance lingered on his face, but there was genuine acknowledgment in his eyes.
"You're qualified to make me use my third soul skill."
As his words fell—
Dai Mubai let out a furious roar, his soul power erupting explosively!
"Third Soul Skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
The pale purple glow of a thousand-year soul ring blazed brilliantly.
Dai Mubai's body swelled instantly, growing a full circle larger!
Muscles bulged like solid rock, white fur becoming denser and harder.
His aura surged to an entirely new level, pressure spreading outward like a tangible force.
With a violent flex of his arms—
"Rip—!!"
The Blue Silver Grass binding him snapped apart, exploding into countless fragments that drifted through the air.
Freed from restraint, Dai Mubai was like a tiger released from its cage.
His figure blurred into a streak of white, appearing before Tang San in an instant!
A fist the size of a soup bowl, wrapped in howling wind, smashed mercilessly toward Tang San's chest!
Fast. Fierce. Precise.
"Bang—!"
A dull impact echoed.
"Urgh—!"
Tang San had no time to dodge. The punch landed squarely.
His body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string, slamming heavily onto the floor five meters away.
"Pfft—"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest burning with pain.
At least two ribs were broken.
Dai Mubai withdrew from his martial soul possession and looked down at Tang San, breathing heavily.
There was arrogance on his face, but his tone remained relatively calm.
"I've already used a thousand-year soul skill. Let's call this a draw. You're not bad, kid."
He had, in fact, held back.
A Level 37 Soul Elder going all-out against a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster—and only barely winning—wouldn't sound good if word got out.
Moreover, during the fight, he had sensed that Tang San was tricky.
That strange footwork, precise control, and the toxin carried by the Blue Silver Grass—none of it was normal for a Soul Grandmaster.
So Dai Mubai deliberately offered a way out, saving face for both of them.
Under normal circumstances, most soul masters would accept this result.
After all, the gap was clear—there was no shame in it.
But Tang San was different.
Five years of being beaten down again and again by Lin Qingmo clung to him like a curse.
The humiliation of losing face in front of Xiao Wu, time after time, gnawed at his heart like venom.
Coupled with Yu Xiaogang's constant indoctrination of "strongman theory" and "reclaiming Xiao Wu"—
He had long since become obsessed.
Deep in his heart, he had sworn a poisonous oath—
He absolutely could not lose to anyone other than Lin Qingmo, especially in a place Xiao Wu might see!
"I can't lose…"
Tang San lay prone on the floor, fingers digging viciously into the ground.
His nails cracked and bled, yet he felt nothing.
Bloodshot veins spread across his pupils like spiderwebs, his eyes churning with unwillingness, rage… and a hint of madness.
"I absolutely cannot lose!"
He suddenly lifted his head, glaring at Dai Mubai's retreat.
Both hands quietly moved toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist—
The storage soul tool Yu Xiaogang had given him.
Inside were Tang Sect hidden weapons, and some… rather unsavory items.
Dai Mubai was already turning to leave, heading for the front desk to book a room.
He hadn't taken this fight to heart at all.
Just a slightly talented Soul Grandmaster—hardly worth his concern.
But at that very moment—
"Dai Mubai!"
Tang San suddenly shouted.
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping stone.
Dai Mubai instinctively turned his head.
The instant he did—
A flash of purple light erupted from Tang San's eyes!
Purple Demon Eye—driven at full power!
Two subtle yet razor-sharp beams shot out like invisible needles, stabbing straight toward Dai Mubai's eyes!
"Hm?!"
A sharp sting pierced Dai Mubai's vision, as if needles had pricked his eyes.
He instinctively narrowed them, his movements slowing by half a second.
That half-second was enough.
Tang San moved!
With a flick of his wrist, cold light burst from his sleeve!
Several flying darts and poisoned needles gleaming with eerie blue light shot out like a storm, ripping through the air with piercing shrieks!
They targeted Dai Mubai's throat, heart, eyes—every vital point!
Tang Sect hidden weapon techniques!
"!!!"
Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically!
But as a Soul Elder, his battle instincts remained.
At the critical moment, he forcibly twisted his body, activating his soul power barrier!
Clink clink clink—!
Most of the darts and needles were deflected, sparks flying.
But three poisoned needles slipped through weaker points in the barrier—
One embedded in his left arm, one pierced his thigh, and another grazed his neck, leaving a bloody cut.
The paralytic toxin spread instantly!
Half of Dai Mubai's body went numb, his movements slowing even further.
Before he could recover—
A sharper, more bone-chilling pain exploded from below!
Puchi!
A specially crafted triangular dart struck with pinpoint accuracy—right in the crotch!
This was Tang San's premeditated "special treatment."
The dart was coated with an enhanced paralytic toxin, along with a trace of… nerve-affecting poison.
"AAAAAH—!!!"
A scream of absolute agony echoed throughout the hotel lobby!
Dai Mubai's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
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End of Chapter