thefictionvixens Chapter 6: Beating Up Li Yusong, Mu Bai: My Martial Soul Has Only Mutated by 1 Point
Chapter 6: Beating Up Li Yusong, Mu Bai: My Martial Soul Has Only Mutated by 1 Point
But Mu Bai smiled faintly, the light in his double pupils shining even brighter.
Under extraordinary vision, the pressure of soul power is not invisible.
He can "see" the "field" formed by soul power in the air, see the weak points of the field, and see the direction of pressure flow.
He moved.
It's not about dodging, but about moving like a fish through the gaps in the pressure field.
The moment the long staff came thrusting at him, he stepped to the side, not retreating, but circling around Li Yusong.
In the instant the long staff swept across, he leaped into the air, touched the staff with his toes, and used the momentum to advance further.
"Third Soul Skill, Tornado!"
Li Yusong finally used his third soul skill.
The long staff transformed into countless golden staff shadows, like a raging storm, completely engulfing Mu Bai.
This attack had no blind spots; the only option was to withstand it.
Mu Bai's eyes shone brightly with silver light.
it's time.
"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Gengjin Armor!"
In an instant, a sleek silver armor covered his entire body, with golden patterns flowing at the joints, and the roaring tiger head relief on his chest glowing faintly.
The moment the armor appeared, Mu Bai's strength and speed increased by 30%.
More importantly, the Geng metal energy flowing on the surface of the armor carries a natural sharpness and damage reflection properties.
"Clang clang clang clang clang—!"
The sounds of collisions, as dense as a torrential downpour, echoed across the playground.
The golden staff shadows slammed wildly against the golden shield, causing it to tremble violently and ripple continuously on its surface, yet it remained unbroken.
Li Yusong's expression changed drastically: "How is that possible!"
He's a Soul Emperor, after all!
How could his third soul skill fail to break through the first soul skill of this mere Soul Master!
Just kidding!
Moreover, with each strike of the stick, a strange recoil force was transmitted.
The force wasn't strong, but it was as sharp as a needle, piercing through the long stick and into his arm.
After a dozen or so collisions, his hand holding the stick was tingling and his thumb was aching.
"Something's wrong with this armor!"
A storm raged in Li Yusong's heart.
His "Tornado" attack would have seriously injured even a Soul Master if they took it head-on.
But Mu Bai's protective shield only trembled violently, showing no signs of breaking.
Is this really a century-old soul skill?
Or is it that Dai Mubai's martial soul, the White Tiger, is of ridiculously high quality?!
"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Golden Thunder Strike!!"
Seizing the moment when Li Yusong's attack slowed down, Mu Bai instantly transformed all his soul power into sharp Geng metal energy and violent golden lightning, condensing it in his throat into a fist-sized blazing lightning ball which he then spat out.
Golden electric snakes danced wildly on the surface of the lightning sphere, while its interior was compressed with a chilling aura of sharpness and destruction.
"not good!"
Li Yusong's fighting instincts are giving a frantic warning!
He didn't have time to think it through; he held his long staff horizontally and activated his third soul skill to its fullest extent.
"Dragon Scale Protection, activate!"
The golden dragon scales instantly doubled in thickness, making him appear as if he were cast in gold.
"boom--!!!"
The moment the lightning ball collided with the long staff, what exploded was not flames, but extreme sharpness and violent tearing!
The metal energy tore through the defenses, and golden lightning pierced through the protective barrier!
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound, the dragon-patterned staff in Li Yusong's hand flew out!
He himself retreated seven steps, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground.
At his chest, the dragon scale armor was shattered inch by inch, his clothes were charred and torn, and the exposed skin was bright red with traces of blood seeping out.
His right hand, which was gripping the stick, had a split at the base of his thumb, and blood was dripping down his fingers.
Mu Bai was also violently thrown away by the aftershock of the explosion, landing on the ground five meters away. However, under the protection of his first soul skill, White Tiger Gengjin Armor, and his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Body, he was unharmed.
He quickly pushed himself up with his hands and stood up.
With a calm smile on his face, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Yusong.
"Teacher Li, you're too kind!"
The playground was deathly silent.
Oscar's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and the half-eaten sausage in his hand had already fallen to the ground.
Zhao Wuji had lowered his arms at some point and stood by the playground, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Li Yusong, a level 63 Battle Soul Emperor, was defeated by a level 35 Soul Master without using his ten-thousand-year soul skill...
They were repelled.
injured.
The weapon slipped from his hand?!
"cough……"
Li Yusong coughed and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He looked down at his bleeding, cracked hand, then looked up at the dragon-patterned staff stuck in the ground five meters away, and remained silent for three full breaths.
Then, he slowly walked forward, bent down, and picked up his martial spirit.
When he got his hands on the long stick, his brow furrowed slightly from the pain.
"good……"
Li Yusong spoke slowly, her voice slightly hoarse.
"What a Dai Mubai."
He carried the stick, stopped three steps in front of Mu Bai, and stared intently into those silver double pupils, his brows furrowed.
"My third soul skill is the Soul Emperor's third soul skill after a thousand years!"
"And you are merely a Soul Master. Even with your first Soul Ring and third Soul Skill combined, you absolutely cannot withstand my third Soul Skill!"
"You withstood my full-force 'Tornado' attack, and the armor formed by your first soul skill wasn't even broken."
"I don't know how you did it, but try not to stand out like that in public."
"Otherwise, the outcome is unpredictable!"
Mu Bai simply smiled faintly at this.
"Don't worry, Teacher Li, I know!"
"My soul skill is a little bit stronger."
"However, the effect of a soul skill is not only determined by its age, but also by the quality of the martial soul."
"My martial spirit is a mutated, ancestral-reverting white tiger, and its quality is a hundred million points high."
"It's normal for a soul skill to be unusually powerful!"
Li Yusong's lips twitched.
A little bit?
I think it's a tiny bit!
Is your surname Dai?
Could it be the Xingluo Dai family?
Li Yusong was puzzled.
But if this kid's White Tiger Martial Soul is that powerful...
Why would the Xingluo Dai family release them?
Aren't you afraid of danger that could cause such a genius to perish?
However, this was a matter for the Xingluo Dai family, so Li Yusong didn't think much of it.
"You've passed the fourth level."
He looked at Mu Bai one last time, his voice low but clear, reaching everyone's ears:
"You are the first freshman in Shrek Academy's history to injure a Soul Emperor-level examiner during the entrance examination."
After saying that, he didn't say anything more, picked up his stick, turned around and strode away from the playground.
Oscar only breathed a sigh of relief when Li Yusong's figure completely disappeared at the end of the road, as if he had finally regained the ability to breathe.
He glanced in the direction Li Yusong had left, then looked at Mu Bai, who was standing quietly in the center of the room, his face filled with shock and bewilderment.
Zhao Wuji then walked over from the edge of the playground.
He didn't speak immediately, but slowly walked around Mu Bai, rubbing his chin with one large hand and sizing Mu Bai up for a long time.
"Kid."
Zhao Wuji finally stopped and stood in front of Mu Bai, his voice low and deep.
"Your surname is Dai?"
"Yes."
Mu Bai answered calmly with a smile on his face.
"In the Star Luo Empire, there's a large family surnamed Dai. I only know one of them."
Zhao Wuji stared into his eyes.
"That family's ancestral martial spirit is the Evil-Eyed White Tiger."
Mu Bai met his gaze, his silver double pupils remaining calm.
"I've seen the Evil-Eyed White Tiger before, when he was young."
Zhao Wuji continued, speaking very slowly, as if he were carefully choosing his words.
"Although it looks similar to your white tiger, it has a pair of double blue pupils."
"But I saw your martial spirit just now too."
"White fur, pale golden eyes, aura... different, yours is purer, more ancient!"
"This is definitely not the Evil-Eyed White Tiger."
"Martial Soul Mutation".
Mu Bai smiled slightly and replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Of course, it's because my martial soul has mutated!"
"Mutations?"
Zhao Wuji snorted and crossed his thick arms over his chest.
"I think it's more like evolution!"
"A monster like you, the Dai family would still release you without fear of you getting into danger!"
"Oh well!"
Zhao Wuji waved his hand and said arrogantly.
"Now that you've joined Shrek Academy, protecting you on this small turf is a piece of cake for us old guys!"
"Since you're from the Star Luo royal family, you must be well-off!"
"The college doesn't have enough funds; could you sponsor more in the future?"