Chương 20: Dai Mubai is shocked: You want me to fight a level 59 Soul King?

Dai Mubai followed her finger and looked at Su Chen.

The black-haired boy didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just stood there calmly, his hands in his robe, his expression as indifferent as a glass of plain water.

They were neither intimidated by his imposing manner nor angered by his domineering attitude.

I just... watched.

Dai Mubai looked Su Chen up and down, but couldn't see anything special about him.

He wasn't particularly muscular, and his soul power fluctuations were imperceptible—either he was an ordinary person, or his strength far surpassed mine.

But how strong can a boy who is younger than himself be?

"Him?" Dai Mubai curled his lip.

"Alright, let's take him down first. You two can come later."

Su Chen sighed.

It's a kind of helplessness that comes with having to waste time again.

He walked slowly to the open space in the center of the hall, turned around, and faced Dai Mubai.

He didn't even assume a fighting stance; his hands remained tucked into his robe.

"bring it on."

Dai Mubai snorted coldly and strode forward.

He didn't use his martial spirit to deal with someone younger than himself; it wouldn't be necessary.

His right fist whistled as it struck Su Chen's chest; it was fast and powerful.

If this punch hit an ordinary person, it would break at least two ribs.

Su Chen turned to the side.

The fist grazed the hem of his clothes, narrowly missing him.

Dai Mubai was taken aback, and then threw a series of punches.

Left hook, right hook, straight punch, uppercut—each punch carries the wind, and the speed increases rapidly.

Su Chen shifted his feet slightly, his body swaying like a fallen leaf in the wind of the punches. He barely dodged each blow, not even the hem of his clothes getting touched.

His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end; he didn't even blink.

Dai Mubai's expression changed slightly.

He is the owner of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul, and his physical abilities far surpass those of his peers.

His punches were so fast and powerful that even a Soul Master of the same level wouldn't dare to take them head-on. But this young man in front of me actually dodged them all without even using his Martial Soul, relying solely on his movement technique?

"Is all you can do is hide?" Dai Mubai provoked.

Su Chen finally moved.

He pulled his right hand out of his robe and casually slapped Dai Mubai in the chest.

This palm strike was light and airy, seemingly without any power, and there wasn't even a sound of wind.

"Bang!"

Dai Mubai was struck as if by a charging rhinoceros, flying backward and crashing into the door of the Rose Hotel with a loud bang before sliding to the ground.

The lobby was completely silent.

Dai Mubai scrambled to his feet, rubbing his chest, and stared wide-eyed at Su Chen: "You... you didn't even use your Martial Soul?!"

The power of that palm strike was purely physical strength.

Without the support of soul power or the amplification of soul skills, it was just a casual snap by a teenager.

But his chest still aches faintly.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath, his face turning completely grim.

He no longer underestimated his opponent.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

With a low shout, a phantom of a white tiger appeared behind him. The Evil-Eyed White Tiger, a top-tier beast martial soul!

His eyes turned into vertical pupils, tiger stripes appeared on his face, and his fingernails became as sharp as knives.

Two yellow and one purple soul rings rose from his feet and slowly circled his body.

Level 37, Soul Master!

Dai Mubai's aura surged, and a confident smile returned to his lips.

He looked at Su Chen: "Now, do you still think you can win?"

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Powerful Attack Soul Master. Please advise."

Su Chen looked at his three spirit rings, his expression remaining unchanged.

"It's alright," he said.

Then, he raised his right hand.

Golden light erupted from his body, and a deep dragon roar echoed in the hall. It was no ordinary dragon roar, but rather a roar carrying the aura of ancient times, as if it came from the ancestral dragon of the Primordial Era.

A phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon coiled behind him, its eyes looking down, its dragon might permeating the air. The entire hall trembled slightly, the crystal chandeliers jingled, and the wine glasses on the table vibrated.

Faced with this dragon's might, Dai Mubai's white tiger phantom actually let out a mournful cry and shrank its neck.

Soul Rings lit up— Purple, purple, black, black, black.

Two purple and three black.

Five soul rings.

"Su Chen, Martial Soul: Ancestral Dragon, Level 59 Power Attack Type Battle Soul King. Please advise."

The lobby fell completely silent.

That silence wasn't normal quiet; it was a deathly stillness where the air itself seemed to freeze.

Dai Mubai's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

His mouth was wide open, his jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

His mind completely shut down at that moment, leaving only one thought echoing wildly: Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible—

"Two... two purple and three black?" His voice trembled, sharp as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Level 59? How old are you?!"

He is a level 59 Soul King at this age.

What does this mean?

For an ordinary Soul Master to reach level 20 or so at this age is already considered a genius among geniuses.

He was a few years older than Su Chen and was at level 37, which was considered top-tier in the entire continent.

But the boy in front of him was a year or two younger than him, yet he was a full twenty-two levels higher!

Level 22!

There's a difference of two major levels!

Su Chen did not answer. He simply looked calmly at Dai Mubai, waiting for him to make a decision.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath, then another, and then yet another.

Then he withdrew his martial spirit.

The white tiger phantom dissipated, the tiger stripes faded, and he returned to his normal appearance. His face no longer held the arrogance of before, only a wry smile and resignation.

"I'm not playing anymore." He shook his head, his tone filled with a resigned helplessness.

"What's the point of playing? I'm level 37, you're level 59, that's two major levels apart. I'm not a masochist."

He looked at the innkeeper and waved his hand: "Give them the room. I'll go somewhere else."

The manager of the Rose Hotel nodded repeatedly, sweat beading on his forehead.

Just then, a system notification sounded in Su Chen's mind: [Ding! The plot character Dai Mubai has been detected as extremely shocked by the host's strength.] [Reward: Ancestral Dragon Sky-Moving Technique - An ancient dragon mystery technique. After casting, the user's strength increases dramatically for a short time, soul power temporarily rises by ten levels, all attributes double, lasting for the duration of an incense stick. After the effect ends, the user enters a period of weakness. Soul power drops to level ten, lasting for one day.] [Note: This technique consumes a great deal of energy; use with caution.] Su Chen's heart stirred slightly—this was his trump card, used in a desperate attempt to save himself.

It can save lives in a critical moment. That's right.

Dai Mubai put his arms around the twin sisters and walked to the door, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at Su Chen.

He seemed to want to save face, so he raised his head and said in a very arrogant tone:

"You're here to join Shrek Academy too, right?"

Su Chen nodded.

Dai Mubai's lips curled up: "Alright then. From now on, if anyone bullies you at Shrek Academy, just say the name of me, the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Dai Mubai!"

The voice just fell.

Silence fell over the lobby.

The manager lowered his head to wipe the table, pretending not to hear.

Even the two twin beauties that Dai Mubai was holding covered their mouths, their shoulders shaking.