Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 660 Dai Mubai's Defeat
This punch, unleashed with fury and surging with spiritual power, caused the air to explode.

However, Zhu Zhuqing's purple eyes remained completely unmoved.

Just as the force of the punch reached her body, her figure vanished like ink drops into water—no, not vanished, but moved too fast. While leaving an afterimage in place, her true form had already circled around to Dai Mubai's side and behind like a ghost.

The third spirit ring emitted a bright, ghostly light.

"Netherworld Shadow Escape!"

Dai Mubai's heart sank, "This speed..."

"Dai Mubai, is all you know how to do brute force?"

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing spoke again, as if four voices were ringing out simultaneously from four directions, her voice cold and tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"Shut up!"

He roared, and his fourth spirit ring lit up again, ready to unleash the White Tiger Meteor Shower.

Since we can't tell the difference, let's cover everything!

Golden light rapidly gathered around him, about to transform into a sky full of flames.

Just at this moment.

The "Zhu Zhuqing" on both the left and right sides moved at the same time.

The figure on the left leaped into the air, its sharp claws aimed straight for his head, while the figure on the right moved swiftly along the ground, its claws sweeping towards his lower body.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and forcibly changed the direction of the meteor shower he was charging up, with most of it blasting towards the figure in the air and a small portion intercepting the attack from below.

He chose to trust his combat instincts—the one in the air with a more imposing aura was likely the real one!
The golden meteor collided with the pitch-black claw shadow, creating a deafening explosion and causing chaotic flow of soul power.

The figure in the air blurred under the impact of the meteor, but did not dissipate. Instead, it used the momentum to do a somersault and pounced down again at an even faster speed.

The figure below easily tore apart a few scattered meteors, its offensive undiminished!
"what?!"

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply. Were both figures real? No, impossible!
"So fast..."

late.

The sharp claws below had already touched his legs, and the protective barrier groaned under the strain, shattering instantly.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Dai Mubai groaned, his movements momentarily halting.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the figure in the air moved like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, its claws clashing and slashing down fiercely with a piercing sound.

"Netherworld Slash!"

Dai Mubai only had time to barely raise his arms.

"clang--!!!"

This impact was far greater than any previous one.

Dai Mubai felt as if he had been hit head-on by a small mountain. His arm bones made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and he was shot backward like a cannonball. His feet plowed two deep furrows in the hard ground of the Soul Arena until they came to a sudden stop at the edge of the protective shield.

"puff!"

He could no longer suppress the gushing blood, which spurted out and stained his chest red.

The light of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation dimmed rapidly, and its protective barrier completely dissipated.

Dai Mubai knelt on one knee, his arms hanging limply at his sides, trembling uncontrollably, his thumb and forefinger split open, blood dripping from his fingertips.

He looked up, staring ahead in disbelief.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly in place.

The four figures had merged into one. She was slightly out of breath and her face was a little pale. The continuous bursts of high-intensity soul skills had taken a toll, even with the support of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

But she stood straight, her eyes clear and firm, a stark contrast to Dai Mubai's disheveled appearance.

"Why……"

Dai Mubai's voice was dry and hoarse, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief, "Your power... your speed... how could this be..."

He wanted to say, "How could you be better than me?" but the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them.

He is Dai Mubai, a prince of the Star Luo Empire, the owner of the top-tier beast spirit White Tiger, and a powerful attack-type Soul Master! Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, is an agility-type Soul Master. Although her spirit Netherworld Cat is extraordinary, she is known for her speed and unpredictability, and head-on confrontation has never been her forte.

But the result?

Faced with the opponent's terrifying speed and unpredictable clones, his power seemed utterly useless.

The White Tiger Protective Barrier and White Tiger Vajra Transformation, which made him famous, were as fragile as paper under the opponent's sharp claws after they were amplified.

His most prized fourth soul skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower, was completely broken and torn apart by that ingenious and terrifying clone tactic and the extreme speed of the Netherworld Hundred Claws.

"How could I... not even be able to beat you?"

Seeing the despair in his eyes, Zhu Zhuqing slowly approached, her voice calm and undisturbed:

"Dai Mubai, don't you understand?"

"Your fighting style is straightforward and seemingly fierce, but it's actually rigid."

“And me,” she paused, her gaze sweeping over Dai Chengfeng, who was standing quietly watching the battle not far away, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing in her eyes.

"I know my strengths are speed and agility, so I maximize them. I know I'm not as strong as you in direct combat, so I never try to fight you head-on."

"I know you have area-of-effect soul skills, so my afterimages are not just for interference, but will keep you guessing where I am and where my next attack will come from."

“You,” she said, looking at Dai Mubai’s pale face, “the moment you left Xingluo and chose to escape responsibility through indulgence, you had already lost.”

"What we lost was not just our fighting spirit, but also the heart of a strong person who constantly strives for progress and examines themselves."

Each word is like a knife, each cut piercing the heart.

Dai Mubai was struck as if by lightning, his whole body trembled violently, his mouth was open but he could not make a sound.

Zhu Zhuqing's words resounded in his mind.

Yes, what has he done all these years?
He lived a life of aimless wandering in Soto, lingering among women and using alcohol and women to numb himself, escaping the cruel struggle for succession and the fact that he was not strong enough and not perfect enough.

When did he ever truly calm down and try to understand whether there was a deeper power hidden beneath the roar of the white tiger?

Think about how to make every punch more efficient and every defense more impenetrable.

"me……"

Dai Mubai's pride shattered completely at this moment, and a deep-seated sense of powerlessness and regret permeated his very being.

Zhu Zhuqing stopped looking at him, turned around, and walked towards Ning Rongrong and Hu Liena with slightly unsteady but unusually firm steps.

She won the battle, but it wasn't an easy victory.

Dai Mubai's final counterattack also caused her some shock, and her soul power was almost exhausted.

Ning Rongrong quickly stepped forward and gently supported her, her eyes filled with admiration and concern.

At this point, on the Shrek Seven Devils' side, Dai Mubai was severely injured and unable to fight, Oscar and Ma Hongjun were quickly eliminated by Hu Liena, leaving only—

Tang San.

The true soul of the Shrek Seven Devils, the team's brain and strongest fighter, now had a solemn and iron-like expression.

He watched his companions fall one by one, saw Dai Mubai's Dao Heart almost destroyed, and looked at Dai Chengfeng, who remained calm and unfathomable. The shock and pressure he felt were unprecedented.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked out.

His steps were steady, his gaze calm, though his heart was in turmoil.

When the Purple Demon Eye was activated to its limit, he could see the terrifying white tiger phantom behind Dai Chengfeng, and feel its ferocity and majesty that were even more pure than those of a top-tier soul beast.

However, he himself possesses the unique skills of the Tang Sect, the foundation of twin martial souls, and the external soul bone Eight Spider Lances.

"I'm the only one left."

Tang San's voice rang out in the empty Soul Arena, silencing all the whispers.

Dai Chengfeng nodded, a serious look finally flashing in his eyes.

"Tang San, I know you still have tricks up your sleeve. Let me see just how capable you really are."

(End of this chapter)