Douluo Continent: A new system every month, starting by tricking Tang San.

Chapter 20 Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass? Tang San made Dai Mubai laugh.

Dai Mubai ignored Tang San and walked straight to the counter.

"Call your manager out here."

Dai Mubai said something very calmly, and the waiter felt his hair stand on end after being glanced at by him.

He quickly ran off to call the manager out.

"Hello, it seems I was here first?"

Despite having Yu Xiaogang's help, Tang San believed that his cultivation speed had always been very fast.

But at Nottingham College.

He was truly suppressed by Gu Xian and Xiao Wu for a full six years.

Even now, Tang San doesn't know the exact level of Gu Xian's strength.

Near graduation, he once challenged Gu Xian to a friendly sparring match.

Who would have thought that the latter would reject him outright?

Then Gu Xian and Xiao Wu left leisurely.

This feeling of being ignored left Tang San feeling resentful.

I never expected to be treated badly just for checking into a hotel.

He suddenly couldn't hold back anymore.

"And then? What are you trying to say?"

Dai Mubai didn't even turn his head, but simply gave a cold reply.

He has never had the habit of explaining himself to others.

"You son of a bitch!"

Being ignored like this, Tang San couldn't take it anymore and blurted out,

"Not good at all, get lost!"

"very good!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai finally turned around.

His expression was icy as he looked down at Tang San.

"Looks like you're a Soul Master too. Make your move."

There was no unnecessary chatter.

"White Tiger, possess me!"

The moment he finished speaking, Dai Mubai released his martial spirit.

Three shimmering spirit rings rose up one after another beneath his feet.

The immense pressure surged towards Tang San like a tidal wave.

The latter stumbled and almost lost his footing.

Tang San was completely dumbfounded.

Two yellows and one purple!

"A thousand-year-old spirit ring!"

Beast Martial Soul Battle Soul Master!

"Let's talk this out calmly, let's talk this out calmly."

At this critical moment when tensions were running high...

A middle-aged man was led into the hotel lobby by the same waiter.

Seeing that Dai Mubai had released his martial soul, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Manager Wang, who are the people you usually bring in? You're really getting better and better at business!"

Dai Mubai glanced sideways at the middle-aged man called Manager Wang, his expression indifferent.

The latter wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face trembling, and bowed to Dai Mubai with a forced smile, apologizing profusely.

"Young Master Dai, please don't say that. This guy just arrived yesterday. He doesn't know the rules. I'm really sorry. I hope you can forgive him, Young Master Dai."

"I'll arrange a room for you right away!"

Tang San, standing to the side, twitched at the corner of his mouth and cursed inwardly.

"Fine, they've all been ignored by me!"

"you"

He was about to say something when he was unexpectedly interrupted by Manager Wang.

"I'm so sorry, sir, but our only room has already been booked by Young Master Dai. Please find another place to stay."

Although he was also expressing his apology, Manager Wang stood very straight.

This was a stark contrast to his demeanor when he apologized to Dai Mubai just moments before.

Clearly, in the hotel manager's mind, a wealthy, powerful, and influential man like Dai Mubai was far superior to an unknown like Tang San.

He understood perfectly well how to choose.

"What? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Tang San's expression was unfriendly; he had no intention of compromising and couldn't help but curse.

"You snobbish jerk!"

Upon seeing this, a hint of disdain flashed across Dai Mubai's face.

"Hmph—~!"

"Even if you choose now, it won't be so easy for you to leave. You insulted me, and you think you can just walk away so easily?"

When has Dai Mubai ever suffered such humiliation?

And he was even scolded by someone who looked three or four years younger than him.

Please advise!

Tang San strode forward, not forgetting to put on an act even though the battle was about to break out.

So what if he's a Soul Master?

Tang San, who possessed the Xuan Tian Gong and the Tang Clan's ultimate skills, did not feel that he had no chance at all.

"BOOM—~!"

Suddenly, a strong white light burst forth from Dai Mubai's body.

He stretched both arms out to the sides at the same time, his chest puffed out, and his bones cracked.

His muscles suddenly swelled and enlarged, so much so that his shirt was stretched to bursting.

His once full head of blond hair also turned black and white at the same time.

Four faint lines emerged from his forehead, forming the Chinese character "王" (king).

The most noticeable difference in his appearance before and after was in Dai Mubai's palms.

It is almost twice as big as before.

Ten sharp claws, like blades, extended from the palm, gleaming with a cold light.

"Young Master Dai, you mustn't act impulsively, I..."

Manager Wang glanced at the expensive furnishings around the hall and was immediately taken aback.

It seems like we can't stop them now.

"I will bear all the losses incurred by the Rose Hotel!"

Dai Mubai boldly uttered a sentence, then fixed his gaze on Tang San.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Soul Master!"

Please advise!

Despite looking down on Tang San to some extent, he still respectfully announced his martial soul and soul power level.

"What?!"

"Level 37!"

Tang San had a bad feeling.

Are you kidding me?

My soul power is only level 27!

But the guy in front of me, Dai Mubai, has a soul power that has reached a terrifying level of thirty-seven!

A full ten-level difference, plus the added benefit of a thousand-year purple soul ring.

It's something that I can't make up for with just my Second Heaven Mystic Technique.

"If all else fails, we'll have to resort to hidden weapons."

Tang San secretly hardened his heart; he was now in a dilemma.

Who would have thought that the first Soul Master they encountered upon arriving in Soto City would be so formidable.

"Buzz—~!"

Under the influence of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, a faint purple hue appeared in Tang San's eyes.

Then he raised his right hand.

A deep green light suddenly appeared, and a cluster of deep blue Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm.

Each blade of grass looks very slender, but it is covered with dark red blood streaks and densely packed tiny thorns.

A milky white light surged from Tang San's body, and the dark green cylindrical grass leaves suddenly grew larger as if stimulated by something.

In the blink of an eye, it swelled to the thickness of an adult's arm.

The black snakeskin pattern shimmered with a faint light.

After being enhanced by the second spirit ring, the Blue Silver Grass coiled around Tang San's body like dozens of giant snakes.

Waiting for the opportunity.

"Buzz—~!"

He activated his soul power, and two soul rings, one white and one yellow, rose from beneath his feet and hovered around Tang San's body.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 27 Weapon Soul Master. Please enlighten me!"

"Um?"

"Blue Silver Grass?"

Dai Mubai, who was on high alert, was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief.

Is this all the skill you've got after all this time?

He immediately realized he had overreacted.

A level 27 Soul Master, and he's got a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

Isn't this a joke?

(End of this chapter)