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Dai Weisi chuckled as he opened his Ice-Fire Evil Eyes, secretly observing Dai Mubai's spirit level. Then he smiled and said, "Level thirty-eight already, Mubai? Seems like you've been doing pretty well these past few years!"
"Level thirty-eight?" Zhu Zhuyun, standing nearby, frowned slightly upon hearing this. Sixteen years old and already at level thirty-eight—this level had already surpassed Dai Weisi.
It was worth noting that Dai Weisi had only reached level thirty-eight when he turned eighteen.
Thankfully, he had obtained those immortal herbs. Otherwise, there was a real chance Dai Mubai, that disgraceful weakling, would have surpassed him. Zhu Zhuyun felt a sudden pang of anxiety. She couldn't allow her man to be overtaken by Dai Mubai.
Heh. But now? Even ten Dai Mubais combined wouldn't be a match for Weisi. Thinking of this, a playful smirk curled Zhu Zhuyun's lips.
"D-Dai Weisi, w-what are you doing here?"
Dai Mubai trembled all over, struggling to get up from the ground, but his strength failed him. He could only inch backward, bit by bit.
"Haha, what kind of silly question is that? I'm your big brother. Of course, I came to take you home!"
Dai Weisi spoke with a fake smile, his lips moving, but not his eyes. He shot a covert glance at Zhu Zhuqing—and just as he expected, she was glaring at Dai Mubai with open disdain. Seeing this, Dai Weisi's heart soared with joy.
Zhu Zhuqing was already completely his—heart, body, and soon, everything else.
"No, I won't go back with you!" Dai Mubai kept retreating, his voice shaking. "Father said that before you turn twenty-five, you're not allowed to kill me!"
"Who said anything about killing you? You're my foolish—ahem—my dear younger brother. I just want to bring you back to the Star Luo Empire so you can spend some quality time with our royal parents. Why would I ever hurt you? Heh."
"So that's Dai Weisi… Mubai's older brother?" Tang San thought to himself, his gaze sharpening. As expected, he doesn't look friendly at all!
With that thought, Tang San secretly pulled out his Zhuge Crossbow, Dragon Beard Needle, and Silent Sleeve Dart. Of course, these subtle movements didn't escape Dai Weisi's sharp eyes—but he simply couldn't be bothered to expose him.
"So, you're Dai Boss's big brother? Hmph! Drop the act already. Dai Boss told us everything about how you guys choose a successor. You're clearly trying to capture him and lock him up!"
Ma Hongjun shouted angrily, then released his martial spirit. A pair of Evil Fire Wings burst from his back, radiating intense heat.
"Hmph! If you want to take Dai Boss, you'll have to step over my dead body first! First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"
His first soul ring flared brightly. Ma Hongjun gathered soul power in his mouth and unleashed a stream of dark red phoenix flames toward Dai Weisi.
Due to the Evil Fire Phoenix being a corrupted spirit beast, the flames weren't pure golden but a deep crimson. However, the searing temperature was nothing short of real!
"Young Master, be careful!"
Seeing Ma Hongjun attack without hesitation, Li Hu immediately prepared to strike. But Dai Weisi stopped him with a calm smile.
"Uncle Li, come now—you're a Spirit Douluo. There's no need to deal with these street rats. Leave this to me. I haven't fought in two months anyway; this is the perfect chance to stretch my limbs a bit."
Dai Weisi stepped forward, but instead of releasing his martial spirit, he drew the Holy Lord Sword that Zhu Zhuqing had given him just the day before. This sword needed fresh blood to awaken its edge!
He instantly channeled his soul power, infusing the weapon with his Ultimate Gold attribute. The blade let out a sharp screech in response!
Crafted by a divine blacksmith, the Holy Lord Sword was a masterpiece. Forged by Titan himself using a metal capable of conducting soul power, the weapon took eighty-one painstaking days to complete. It could amplify the user's spirit energy and enhance its sharpness—effectively serving as a second martial spirit, though it couldn't attach soul rings.
"You chubby brat—you're not even worth me activating my spirit. But since you want to play, big brother will humor you. Just don't wet your pants—swords have no eyes."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Dai Weisi slashed his sword. Instantly, the sword aura howled, resonating with the Holy Lord Sword, transforming his soul power into a piercing blade of golden energy that shot toward Ma Hongjun's phoenix flames.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the sword aura split the Phoenix Fire Line cleanly in two, carving a flaming path straight through it.
Ma Hongjun's heart pounded in shock. What? How can this be? He blocked my Phoenix Fire Line without even releasing his martial spirit? That's impossible!
"Hmph! You think that's enough to beat me? Second Soul Skill: Bathing Fire Phoenix!"
This technique boosted his phoenix flames by thirty percent. Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, preparing to fire again—but Dai Weisi wasn't going to give him the chance.
Dai Weisi gathered his soul power and unleashed a Hundred Step Flying Sword technique. The blade shot forward like a meteor, gleaming as it sped toward Ma Hongjun.
It was fast, precise, and ruthless!
Ma Hongjun tried to dodge by leaping aside, but at level twenty-nine, he hadn't yet gained the Phoenix Sky Soar skill and couldn't fly. He could only run along the ground—but he was just a chubby kid, and speed wasn't exactly his strength.
Swish—
The cold blade of the long sword swept past Ma Hongjun's head, slicing off a few strands of his hair. At that moment, Ma Hongjun felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. Just now, he had truly sensed the threat of death!
He gasped heavily, his breathing ragged, the phoenix flames in his mouth forcibly suppressed. He could swear—just a second ago, that was the closest he had ever come to dying!
"Sigh, Dean Lin… looks like I'll need to study swordsmanship under you in the future."
Dai Weisi let out a soft sigh. He had intended to slash Ma Hongjun's throat with that strike but ended up missing, only cutting a few hairs instead.
Still, considering it was his first time using a sword, the result wasn't too bad.
Seeing that Dai Weisi was currently unarmed, Ma Hongjun couldn't resist trying his luck again. He began secretly gathering soul power in his mouth, preparing to launch another Phoenix Fire Line in a sneak attack.
However, with his Ice-Fire Evil Eyes, Dai Weisi could easily see through the changes in Ma Hongjun's body. He let out a cold sneer, then suddenly dashed forward.
In a blur, Dai Weisi flashed to Ma Hongjun's side. With a swift motion, his massive hand clamped around Ma Hongjun's throat and effortlessly lifted him into the air.
"Mmghh…!"
In that instant, Ma Hongjun felt himself choking—his neck pulled tight, air cut off—he couldn't breathe. He began thrashing wildly in panic.
"I told you—against someone like you, I can't even be bothered to use my martial spirit."
"And one more thing, kid—don't move. Otherwise, it'll only take me a second to crush your throat."
Dai Weisi smiled slightly, his expression sunny and carefree—like a cheerful young man. But to Ma Hongjun, that smile was as terrifying as the grin of a demon.
"My friend," came a voice, calm yet firm. "I'd appreciate it if you let Ma Hongjun go. If you're still in the mood for a fight, then why not face me instead?"
Tang San stepped up to Dai Weisi, fully prepared to battle. Right now, the only ones capable of fighting were him and Xiao Wu. But Xiao Wu was a girl—he couldn't let her be the one to step forward.
"Oh? You want to challenge me?" Dai Weisi asked with a playful smirk.
"That's right," Tang San nodded. "If I lose, we'll leave ourselves to your mercy. But if I win, I ask that you don't harm Mubai. I can promise you—he won't compete for the throne. What do you say?"
"…Very well. I accept your challenge."
(End of Chapter)