thefictionvixens Chapter 9 White Tiger Fierce Light Wave + Charm =?
Chapter 9 White Tiger Fierce Light Wave + Charm =?
On the surface, this move is Dai Mubai's White Tiger Blazing Light Wave, but at its core, it incorporates Xiao Wu's charm properties.
The light contains a bewitching effect; those who look directly at it will be momentarily stunned, achieving the effect of the fusion of two soul skills.
Zhao Wuji instinctively raised his hand to block, but the light penetrated everywhere, and his vision blurred for a moment.
In just a moment.
Zhao Wuji was, after all, a Soul Saint, a seventh-ring expert, with an abyss-like mental strength. He instantly regained his senses, but the next second, the expression on his face changed from calm to surprise, not because he was being controlled, but because…
"No backlash?" Zhao Wuji looked at Ye Chen in surprise. "Kid, how did you do that?"
Ordinary charm skills, if used on an opponent whose mental strength is far superior, will at best result in skill failure and dizziness, and at worst result in mental backlash and soul damage.
However, Ye Chen's light dissipated automatically after touching Zhao Wuji's spiritual power, like a drop of water falling into the sea without causing any ripples.
"Because I've already launched the attack, it's like water without a source, how could it backfire on me?" Ye Chen laughed, his feet already moving. "Even if your mental strength is strong, it won't backfire on me."
Zhao Wuji was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Good! What a fine example of 'water without roots'!"
Without another word, he pushed off with his feet and charged forward like a cannonball.
Ye Chen did not take the hit head-on.
He ducked low, dodging sideways like a nimble cat. Zhao Wuji's fist grazed his hair, the force of the punch exploding in the air with a loud bang.
This is the true power of the combination of strength and gentleness. Dai Mubai's strength provides power and explosiveness, while Xiao Wu's gentleness provides agility and nimbleness.
The perfect fusion of strength and gentleness allowed Ye Chen to achieve speed and reaction far exceeding his previous abilities.
Zhao Wuji's fists and palms missed their mark one after another, blasting out one crater after another on the ground, sending rubble flying and dust billowing.
Ye Chen dodged and weaved constantly in the arena, his figure as ghostly as a phantom, and the golden powder-infused light trailing afterimages behind him.
"You dodged pretty fast!" Zhao Wuji grinned, his eyes flashing with even more fighting spirit. "But how long can you hide?"
A thought flashed through Ye Chen's mind: if Tang San's power were added, dodging would be even easier.
Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes can predict his opponent's movements, and his Ghost Shadow Steps are an amazing evasion technique.
Unfortunately, the two card slots are currently occupied by Xiao Wu and Dai Mubai, so it's impossible to fuse all three cards at the same time. We have to wait until we break through to the third ring.
Zhao Wuji didn't want to be a kite flyer anymore.
He flipped his right palm, and his fourth spirit ring flashed.
Golden light condensed in his palm, and his aura locked onto Ye Chen. No matter how Ye Chen dodged, this palm strike would chase him to the ends of the earth.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Targeted Tracking,"
"Second Soul Skill, Mighty Vajra Palm!"
Ye Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.
He felt himself being locked onto by an invisible force.
No matter which direction you dodge, the palm strike will relentlessly pursue you like a persistent, intractable wound.
There's no escaping it now.
"Let's give it our all!"
He gritted his teeth and forcefully activated his soul power, causing his meridians to feel as if they were being scorched by raging fire.
With the body of a level 29 Great Soul Master, he forcibly activated Dai Mubai's third Soul Skill.
"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His blood and qi surged within him, and a tearing pain shot through his meridians. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.
But white tiger stripes appeared on his body, his muscles bulged, and his skin gleamed with a metallic sheen.
On the sidelines, Dai Mubai suddenly stood up: "He's even mastered the White Tiger Vajra Transformation?! That's a third soul skill! He's only level 29, and he can already use a third soul skill!"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, "He vomited blood..."
Xiao Wu clenched her fists nervously, her nails digging into her palms.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt.
Tang San's gaze became even more complex.
Zhao Wuji's Mighty Vajra Palm struck Ye Chen.
"Bang!"
A dull, loud thud, like a hammer striking an anvil.
Ye Chen took three steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.
He felt a tightness in his chest and his blood was churning, but he didn't collapse.
The White Tiger Vajra Transformation's abnormal amplification ability allowed it to withstand a Soul Saint's attack.
He steadied himself, and his first spirit ring flashed.
"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"
"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!"
The White Tiger Protective Barrier formed a golden light shield around his body. At the same time, Ye Chen gripped Zhao Wuji's arms with both hands, using the Xiao Wu waist-bow technique to concentrate all his strength into his waist and arms.
Then, he suddenly flung Zhao Wuji into the air!
Xiao Wu's strength wasn't enough to shake the Soul Saint.
But Ye Chen now possesses Dai Mubai's power and Xiao Wu's skills, and with this double boost, Zhao Wuji's feet are off the ground!
"What?!" Zhao Wuji lost his balance in mid-air, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Xiao Wu had used the same method before, but it failed.
Ye Chen's figure chased after Zhao Wuji like a ghost, grabbing his collar with both hands, his eyes shining brightly with a golden-pink light.
"Catch it, Teacher Zhao—" His voice boomed through the air, "Eight-Stage Throw!"
The entire audience held their breath.
First fall: Slammed to the left, causing an air explosion.
The second fall: slammed to the right, causing the ground to tremble.
The third fall: slamming into the ground, sending rubble flying.
The fourth throw: He was thrown into the air and caught again, Zhao Wuji's body was swung up like a rag doll.
The fifth strike: a horizontal, spinning swing followed by a powerful smash, accompanied by a whooshing sound.
The sixth throw: a vertical over-the-shoulder throw, Zhao Wuji's back slammed heavily onto the ground.
The seventh throw: A mid-air knee strike. Ye Chen's knee struck Zhao Wuji's abdomen with a muffled thud.
The eighth fall,
Ye Chen tossed Zhao Wuji high into the air, then leaped into the air himself, and with a heavy stomp, accompanied by a golden dust-like light, slammed Zhao Wuji into the ground!
"boom!!!"
A crater three meters in diameter was blown open in the ground, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.
Dust rose several meters high, and gravel flew to the sidelines. Dai Mubai raised his hand to deflect a fist-sized rock.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the huge crater.
In the pit, Zhao Wuji lay on his back, his face bruised and swollen, blood at the corner of his mouth, his clothes torn in several places, and his face covered in dust.
The seven soul rings slowly rotated around him, like fireflies that had been beaten senseless.
Tang San's jaw nearly dropped to the ground: "Eight...Eight-Stage Throw?! Xiao Wu's signature move, he used Dai Mubai's power to unleash it?!"
Xiao Wu jumped up excitedly, "Brother Chen is amazing! He fell even harder than me!"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her eyes wide: "He...he threw the Soul Saint?"
Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled up slightly.
Zhao Wuji lay motionless in the pit.
Three seconds passed.
Five seconds.
ten seconds.
"He didn't faint, did he?" Ning Rongrong whispered.
As soon as he finished speaking, a low laugh came from the pit.
"Hehe...hehehehe..."